0 comments/ 21527 views/ 0 favorites The Train By: G_Low Every night, for the past two weeks, Eva had dreamt she was on the same train, with the same man. Sometimes he had a wife with him. They sat across from her in the carriage. The wife didn't acknowledge her presence. But he stared at Eva intently, and it gave her a sick feeling in the pit of her stomach. Eva didn't need to look down to know she was dressed in the same outfit that she wore every night. She could feel the pressure of the corsetry, the heaviness of the full-length skirt. And the upper parts of her breasts were pushed up on display, she knew, because she could feel the air on them. Her hair was up, she didn't know in what style. The man's wife was also in period dress, and so was he. They seemed upper class. Eva wasn't sure of his name; she believed it was something along the lines of Steven. Every time Steven had his wife with him he would touch her, but keep his gaze on Eva. The wife would flutter her thick lashes and smile as Steven gently stroked her arm. Then she would arch her back and moan in exaggerated fashion as his fingers grazed over her collarbone, along the upper half of her enormous breasts. The rest of her body was bound protectively with swathes of ebony silk. Eva despised what she perceived as the vulgarity of this woman. She would wake up as soon as Steven finished touching the wife's breasts. On this night, however, Eva didn't wake up, and the dream took a different turn. Steven began to kiss the wife's neck. He licked its length with his head turned slightly, his eyes still on Eva. The flesh beneath Eva's dress started to get sticky and hot. She was torn between anger at this outrageous display before her, and an overwhelming desire to be the wife, who was receiving so much pleasure. Eva squirmed from the heat that was gathering in her very depths. It felt like someone was pouring warm liquid down her belly, between her thighs. She was feeling swollen, hungry. She got up and went to the window, quivering as her legs rubbed together. It was pitch black outside. Eva knew the train was moving, she could feel it rumbling and rattling, but there was no landscape visible through the glass. She pressed her sticky forehead to the window. The sounds of the woman behind her, giggling like a child, made Eva furious. "Steven," she whispered. "Forget your wife. I demand that you pleasure me". The hunger in her belly became unbearable, and Eva felt a surge of emotion rise up in her chest. Tears filled her eyes. The rumbling of the train passed through her and made her shiver. She got a waft then, of a heavy floral scent, and knew it belonged to the wife. Two hands started firmly rubbing her breasts from behind. Eva's body felt weak, and she became dizzy from the sensation of the wife's hands, massaging her through the bodice. She jumped all of a sudden as cold metal met with her heated skin. Scissors were pressed at her chest. Black silk covered her eyes and was fastened at the back of her head. She was spun around. Eva felt unbalanced. She was sure they had begun to go faster. Someone was slowly cutting the fabric of Eva's bodice, beginning at the edge of her left breast. The fabric was ripped, cut and ripped again. Eva felt her breasts bob free of the restraining gown. She blushed furiously, imagined the eyes that were watching her. Were there more people in the carriage? Yet her nipples were hard, and desire rose up through her body without mercy again. "I have milk!" Eva cried out, though she didn't. "Will someone drink from me?" She waited. Silence. The train seemed to lurch, and Eva felt herself falling. She braced herself for the impact. But there was none. When Eva opened her eyes she was staring at a stranger. A gentleman that was fast asleep on the other side of the carriage. She instinctively put her hand to her breast. It was naked, still exposed. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms over her chest and looked around. Steven was sitting next to her. He smiled. "Eva, they are beautiful. Don't cover them up." He eased Eva's arms off her breasts and put both her hands into her lap. Eva looked nervously at the sleeping man across from them. "He won't wake up." Steven reassured her. He traced a finger down her belly. "Lie back." "There's no room." "Yes there is." "Where is your wife?" "She's gone. Lie back." Eva did, slowly, waiting to hit her head on something. But she managed to lie flat on the seat. Steven lifted up her skirts and began massaging her thighs. He put a hand on each and pushed Eva's legs open. His head disappeared beneath the fabric. Eva shuddered in anticipation. Then it happened, his mouth, hot on her sex. Eva groaned- since when was she without underwear, she wondered- and pushed herself up, grinding her sex against Steven's face, her juices dripping. He drank them eagerly, licking Eva clean and then using his tongue to scoop out more wetness from inside her. He sucked on her clitoris, slowly and gently, then sped up, grabbing her ass cheeks and devouring her. Eva squirmed but Steven held her tight, her sex jammed against his mouth. She watched the stranger on the other side of the carriage, still asleep, as she came in a hot rush, her innermost depths clenching and releasing, expelling what felt like a flood of sex juice. She could feel her heart pounding, in her ears, in her sex. Eva closed her eyes. Steven emerged and sat her up. "Open your mouth". Eva did, though her eyes remained shut. She opened her mouth wide, craning her neck like a baby bird waiting to be fed, desperate to return the favour. His rigid sex was placed on her tongue, and Eva began to play with it, teasing him. Soon however, she was sucking, pressing her lips firmly against his shaft as she enveloped him completely. When she came to reach the hilt, she stuck her tongue out as far as possible, snatching a lick of his balls, trying not to gag, but desperate to take as much in as she could. This man had finally eased her suffering, he had fed some of the hunger she felt was killing her. But he wasn't done yet, she knew, and she begged silently not to be woken. She wanted to stay on the train. When he jerked and she felt his sex spasm in her mouth, a gush of hot liquid immediately following, Eva pulled him against her hard, a repeat of what Steven had done to her earlier. She drank his seed and tenderly massaged his sex with her lips and tongue. Finally, she slid it out of her mouth and kissed it softly. Steven cupped Eva's face and kissed her, saliva and sex juices coming together. The gentleman in the carriage snorted. Eva pulled back. She covered her breasts again. The man stirred and opened his eyes slightly but then fell asleep. Steven was sitting next to her. She looked down at his lap, where his exposed sex was hard again, waiting. He motioned for her to come over. Eva slid onto his lap, her eyes never leaving the sleeping man. She half-wanted him to wake up, pull out his cock and pleasure himself with what he witnessed, or better yet, come over and force his own sex into Eva's mouth, while Steven fucked her. At least the latter would happen, Eva knew, because her skirts were being raised once more. A hand was spreading her cheeks, and as she was lowered down she was entered. She rose slightly, then came down again, fully enveloping her lover's cock within the folds of her own sex. They fucked slowly, the man sleeping nearby, the train continuing to rumble on its course to nowhere. As they picked up speed, so it seemed did the train. Eva, gripped by orgasm, cried out; while Steven clutched at her dancing breasts and pumped her like a man possessed, coming himself in a loud groan of pleasure. The train hurtled through the blackness, and as it did Eva woke up, her body tingling. She sat up in bed. The Train The train was packed. Rush hour traffic in central Tokyo means being packed in like a tin of sardines as most of Tokyo takes to the rail system to get to where they're going. As an American, however, the Japanese try to give you a little space, but "space" in this instance only meant that no one was pressing against you like all the other Japanese, but instead, they gave you a ridiculously luxurious inch of space between you and the next person. So I dozed and rode, staring at advertisements with young women selling everything from food to electronics, and wondered if I should get out and try my luck with another train. After stopping at Ueno station, a few left, and about half of Japan apparently decided to ride my train. After the doors closed, I found myself spooning completely against a businesswoman, while the schoolgirl spooned against my back. The heat rose, and I struggled to remain flaccid as the sway and movement of the train softly jostled the women pressing completely against me. I thought of math, of my favorite computer game, I even replayed the battle of Kursk in my head and tried to think up new strategies; anything to keep the thoughts of the two young women pressing and rubbing rather accidentally erotically against me from my mind. I did not want to get arrested by the JR police for molesting a woman on my vacation, if for no other reason that I could have stayed home and done that. The traffic on the tracks forced the train to slow, and I groaned inwardly. I was hot, it was a sticky and humid morning, and I was trying not to get an erection while pressed against someone, and my stop was on the far side of Tokyo. As I fumed to myself, surveying the sea of blank Japanese faces, men and women in dark business suits, kids in school uniforms, people casually dressed running morning errands, all blank-faced or busy with their cell phones, playing games or typing out e-mails. Then I felt it: a hand lightly stroking my hip. In Japan this is not uncommon... for the women. I was not Japanese, and not female, and I froze in surprise. Another hand started gently stroking my other hip, tracing the seams of my jeans. I tried to shake them off, but I couldn't move very much, and could only manage a feeble hip waggle. In response, the hand on my right hip slipped into my empty pocket and started caressing my thighs and cock while the other one slipped under my shirt and started rubbing my stomach. I glanced to the two high-school girls sitting on the bench seat beside me, but thankfully, they were busy with their cell phones. As soon as my head turned, fingernails dug into my crotch warningly, and my head snapped forward reflexively. And then I couldn't help it any more. The awkward caresses, the schoolgirl behind me started rubbing her chest against my back, the public nature, all of it conspired against me, and my cock started telescoping in my pants. My cheeks heated in embarrassment, and the train jerked suddenly to a stop. As the sea of humanity fell forward, I scrabbled for a handhold and reflexively grabbed the businesswoman in front of me and pressed her protectively close. A few people fell, but with how dense we were packed in, the whole group just swayed back to standing. The train speaker hissed and cracked, and a young sounding voice in rapid fire Japanese explained the problem and apologized. Or at least, I assumed he did, as I didn't speak the language. We were stopped in a subway tunnel, and no one was opening the doors and jumping out, so I assumed it was something temporary. And then I realized I was still holding the businesswoman, my arm underneath her breasts, and still pressing her against my raging erection. My embarrassment magnified, and I tried to retract my arm, until a hand stopped me. Slim womanly fingers intertwined with mine, and guided it back around her chest as she ground her ass experimentally against erection. The hand in my pocket felt that, and slipped out, only to fumble with the zipper. Businesswoman retreated a little as the other hand pulled my zipper down and carefully, gently fished my erection out. When Businesswoman pressed back, I could only feel skin against skin. As she guided my hand up to her breast, she stood on her tiptoes, and I felt two hands guided me into a warm, wet cavern. Businesswoman settled back down with a breathy sigh and I gently kneaded her small breasts with my large hand, trying not to make a sound as her muscles suckled on my cock. My eyes closed, and my head tipped back as I fought not to thrust into her, instead letting her dictate the pace. I felt a hand run down my back, stroking the curve of my spine before it reversed, running the back of the hand against the small of my back over the curve of my ass and before rising again. I barely wondered what was going on when I felt it push gently against my butt twice before the hand went back up, running a finger along my spine, up my neck, over the curve of my jaw before two very wet fingers rubbed themselves on my lips, demanding entry. My nostrils opened at the sent of pussy in heat as I opened my mouth and sucked them in, washing them with my tongue as the fingers fucked my mouth like a small cock. The hand on my left hip moved inwards, and I felt the back of the hand rhythmically push against my ass as the Schoolgirl pressed even harder against me and whimpered breathily in my ear. Fearful, I covertly glanced around, but the only people paying attention were the two schoolgirls sitting next to me, one with long hair in braids, another in pigtails, watching with wide eyes. I smirked around the fingers in my mouth, and slowly withdrew a little from Businesswoman, before just as slowly thrusting forward. I couldn't get a good thrust going, but Businesswoman responded my laying back against me, looking up at me with glazed eyes, and lips parted slightly against her quiet panting. Mesmerized, I felt myself bending down and kissing her, fingers in my mouth and all. Businesswoman's free hand came up and tangled in my hair, trapping me, as she sucked, fondled, and licked the hand, the fingers, and the sweat off my face aggressively as she joined my slow rhythmic thrusts. I was sweating, I was hot, and I no longer cared. I heard quiet squeaks next to me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Braids and Pigtails with a lump between their legs, slowly raising and lowering under the skirt like an oil derrick, until Braids stood up suddenly, wrapped one delicate hand around my neck possessively and joined Businesswoman in a three way kiss, the three of us kissing and licking each other, and pulled the arm I had been absently hanging onto a stanchion and stuffed it under her skirt. When she was sure I knew what to do, her other hand went forward, and I felt her fingers caress my cock as it slowly pistoned into Businesswoman's wet, tight, gripping cunt. I felt like one gigantic sex object as the woman behind me whimpered, nipped, kissed and sucked on the back of my neck and Braid's arm beside me, all the while pumping her fingers in my mouth in time to the rhythmic patter of her hand against my butt, while Braids kissed and licked me aggressively as I gently caressed and fingerfucked her dripping pussy as she stroked and fondled my cock and Businesswoman's cunt, as I kneaded and fondled Businesswoman's small breasts, her hand tangled in my hair, trapping me. I licked, and grabbed, and thrust, and fucked, slowly speeding up as my orgasm approached. The breaths of the women around me became more and more ragged, punctuated more and more by quiet whimpers and moans as we blocked out the rest of the train and gave into our own need. As I raced towards orgasm, the Schoolgirl behind me popped off first, squeaking and sighing loudly, causing a chain effect of moans and grunts of unmistakable pleasure. My cock fired cum like a cannon, and I almost blacked out from the heat, humidity, and lack of oxygen. I heard ringing in my ears as the women pressed against me, recovering. Braids whispered something into Businesswoman's ear, and with a grunt, she pulled herself regretfully off my still hard cock. With their hands, they turned me to face Braids and Pigtails as Braids sat back down and patted her lap, coquettishly looking at Pigtails. Without a word, Pigtails obediently climbed up on her lap, spreading her legs to balance herself as Braids grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her mouth onto my cock. As Pigtails cleaned my cock zealously, sucking on my dick wetly, her hands gripping my hips and forcing her mouth onto my prick, occasionally gagging herself as Braids kept one hand on the back of her head, while the other dived in between Pigtail's legs. My hands remained free not too long, as Businesswoman and the Schoolgirl me grabbed them and pushed them between their legs insistently, and the dance began again with Braids forcing Pigtails to fuck my cock with her mouth, as Businesswoman and the Schoolgirl pressed against me, their hands roaming over my body, until all four of us moaned and climaxed again. When I was done cumming again, Braids kept her grip and pulled Pigtail's head off me, roughly turning her head to kiss her forcefully. Hands pulled me from steamy wet crotches, guiding me up to lips that suckled my fingers, cleaning them as thoroughly as Pigtails had cleaned my cock with her mouth. The train started with a jerk. As I wobbled on unsteady feet, four pairs of hands reached out possessively to steady me. Pigtail's hands wrapped around my hips as she dived back onto my cock, gently sucking as the train moved on. The three of them nodded to each other and started chatting happily, occasionally stroking Pigtail's head and murmuring approvingly as she nursed my cock quietly. A minute later, the train slowed, the computerized female voice announcing the next station in Japanese while the LED board over the doors scrolled the name in both Kanji and English. Braids swatted the back of Pigtail's head, and with a pout, she pulled her wonderful mouth off of me and carefully stuffed my penis back in my pants, stroking the front of my pants, my hips, and my thighs more than was really necessary. I was surprised when Braids and Pigtails stood up as Businesswoman and Schoolgirl grabbed my arms and marched me out of the train. I didn't resist, but instead threw my arms around Schoolgirl and hugged her close, like two lovers. Businesswoman, not to be outdone, pulled my other arm around her and hugged me just as close as Braids and Pigtails followed in our wake. I was content to be led out of the station, down the street, and then through a maze of dark, narrow alleys until we fetched up at an ugly and unassuming five story high concrete building. I was led into the foyer, and besides the small rock garden off to the side; it looked like a rather normal hotel lobby. Businesswoman disengaged to pay the proffered bill to be replaced almost instantly by Pigtails, who immediately stuffed my hand down her uniform shirt. Pigtails kissed, licked, and stroked my arm lovingly as I groped her gently, running a light finger over her areoles, gently pinching her stiff nipples between first and middle finger as Businesswoman produced a credit card with a flourish. With several polite bows, I was again led off, Businesswoman leading, Braids trailing We tromped into an elevator, and Braids pressed the floor button as Businesswoman pressed herself against me, grabbed my head in her hands and pulled me into a kiss. It wasn't a gentile kiss, either; she forced her way into my mouth, taking what she wanted, leaving only lust behind. I hardened again as she pulled away and looked at me, smiling slightly. Pigtails hand started rubbing my cock thought my pants as first Schoolgirl, and then Braids repeated the performance. I was being driven out of my lust-fogged mind. The elevator ride took forever, and in that time, Braids, Schoolgirl, and Businesswoman repeatedly kissed me, licking the saliva from my lips of the last girl, my erection straining against my jeans as Pigtails stroked and clawed ineffectually against the front of my jeans. The elevator doors opened with a ding, and I was lead down a dimly lit narrow hallway, past a cluster of vending machines selling sodas, cigarettes, and the last one look suspiciously like condoms. At the end of the hall, Businesswoman produced the key to a door, unlocked it, and stepped through into sunlight. Light streamed into the room from a huge window facing downtown Tokyo casting slanted beams of light across the room. The room itself was lightly colored in white and ice blue, with white carpeting leading to a large white bed, with white paneled end tables, and lamps shaped like penguins with lampshades sprouting from the top of their heads. The effect was to look like the arctic, I think, but it just came across as tacky. I think I was in a love hotel, and it looked as tacky as I thought it would. I was led to a large bathroom, with a bathtub that looked more like a Jacuzzi than what I was used to. As Braids ran the water, Businesswoman said something and Pigtails pulled my arm out of her shirt as Schoolgirl fumbled with my jeans. Braids stood and started undressing as Businesswoman cracked the window open. Pigtails then turned and pulled my shirt over my head, Schoolgirl skimmed off my jeans and underwear together, and with a final tug, I stood naked in front of them. Braids, Schoolgirl, and Businesswoman stopped what they were doing, and simply looked at me. Hungrily, I might add, like I was ten pounds of red meat thrown into the starving lioness's den. After a moment of hungry looking, I was ushered over to a small stool and made to sit, as Braids, naked as the day she was born, strolled over to me slowly. I could feel my heartbeat in my cock, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her, Pigtails, anyone, anything! Pigtails and Schoolgirl stripped, Pigtails quickly, Schoolgirl more reluctantly. When Schoolgirl saw me admiring her, she blushed and turned to face me slowly, clad only in soaked panties. I smiled approvingly and my cock twitched at her transparent cotton panties. Schoolgirl smiled and peeled her panties off, throwing them on the growing pile of clothes on top of the sink. Braids turned on the little spigot of water and sprayed me with the hose attachment, wetting me quickly as Pigtails took a squeeze bottle of liquid soap and poured it thickly over her hands. I smiled as she kneeled next to me and began scrubbing my hips and thighs, and soon more hands joined in, scrubbing, caressing, and exploring both each other, and me while I boggled at the sea of soapy, naked female flesh around me. The scrubbing went longer than it needed too, but soon Braids called a stop to it with the simple expediency of turning the sprayer on us. With shrieks and giggles, the caressing devolved into a spray fight that managed to get us all washed off. With a gentle tug, Pigtails pulled me up and into the bath, having me sit down near the middle, and Pigtails settling onto up my lap like I was a chair, my cock laying against her cunt lips with a contented purr, with Businesswoman at my right, Schoolgirl to my left, and Braids kneeling between Pigtails' and my entwined legs as she kissed Pigtails passionately. Pigtails moaned something, and Braids backed off a little as Pigtails raised up a little, bent down and guided me directly into her as she settled back down with a sexy grumble. Pigtails was amazingly tight, almost too tight, and I marveled at the different sensation. My fingers were used like dildos, with Businesswoman and Schoolgirl controlling my hands at the wrist as Pigtails leaned forward and started bouncing up and down on my thighs with a splash of water as Braids leaned back and started to openly masturbate herself to the scene in front of her, one hand roiling the water between her wide-spread legs, the other roughly fondling her breasts. I couldn't take the sight anymore, and I threw my head back and squeezed my eyes shut before I exploded too soon. But the feelings weren't much better; each arm lay across the length of a woman, each hand being thrust into a different feeling pussy, two heads lay on my shoulders, my cock engulfed by a cunt that seemed to want to keep it as a souvenir, and the sighs, moans, and ragged panting of four women approaching orgasm was more than I'd ever experienced--ever thought I'd ever experience in my entire life before. I clenched my teeth and bravely fought off orgasm for what seemed like hours, but when both Schoolgirl and Businesswoman started stroking and nipping my arms I bellowed and trust upwards, raising Pigtails out of the water so high only her legs dangled in the water as my dick turned itself inside out and three women babbled things in Japanese, shrieking and cumming hard. When I splashed back to earth, I felt drained. Literally. I was rock hard and still inside Pigtails as she lay on me heavily, one arm stretched upwards to stroke my hair tenderly, as Braids said something and kissed Pigtails lovingly. I was pulled out of the tub and dried carefully, and Braids steadied me as we stumbled our way to the bed. I flopped down, bonelessly, sleep rumbling like a thundercloud on the horizon. Pigtails curled next to me, resting her head on my arm as Braids dove between her legs. Schoolgirl climbed up on the bed and straddled me, and froze. She said something, in a near panic, and I reached out with my free arm to stroke her flank, from knee to shoulder reassuringly as the other women cooed. Businesswoman climbed up and took Schoolgirl's hand reassuringly and started speaking comfortingly to her. After a few minutes, Schoolgirl relaxed and with Businesswoman to hold me up, Schoolgirl rose up, positioned herself carefully, and sank down slowly. I froze as I felt some obstruction, and when I understood what exactly that was, Schoolgirl had raised herself, and then dropped down with a yelp/scream as I punched through and bottomed out. Businesswoman stroked Schoolgirl's arm soothingly, and when Schoolgirl raised herself up and lower herself slowly, Businesswoman smiled and patted my stomach before slipping off and walking across the room to a small end table and pulled something out. Pigtails gently turned my head back to Schoolgirl and kissed my shoulder approvingly as I started paying attention to Schoolgirl. While Pigtails was as energetic and tight as a vise, and Businesswoman felt normal but looked so fogged with lust I wasn't certain she knew where she was, Schoolgirl was virgin-tight but she looked so surprised by the new experience, lips curled back in a toothy smile, eyes open and bright, she looked like she was enjoying it. I, on the other hand, was almost numb, so as she bounced enthusiastically on my thighs with a wet slap of flesh meeting flesh, I doubted I was going to cum once more, and if I did, I wondered if it would just be a thin streamer of dust. And then a loud keening turned everyone's head. Businesswoman had apparently found herself a strap-on, and was just absolutely fucking Braids so hard she was sliding forward on the bed. Pigtails patted Braid's face lightly, lovingly, and snuggled deeper into the crook of my arm with a contented purr. I turned back to Schoolgirl, and pulled her down to me, kissing her lips and whispering sweet nothings into her ear. As I shifted to whisper directly in Schoolgirl's ear, my arm going around her back possessively, Pigtails raised herself up and showered Schoolgirl with kisses as I traced the whorls of her hear with my tongue, nibbling on her earlobe, and whispering breathily love into her ear. I kissed, I licked, I fondled, and I tried to make Schoolgirl's first experience her best, and when I did eventually come, it wasn't that hard, but it was worth it to feel and see Schoolgirl tremble, scream, and lay herself on me, her arms around me possessively, Pigtails resting on my arm, and soon Braids' back was pressed into my free side, wrapped around Businesswoman. The Train As adrenaline wore off and sleep came at last, I hoped that when I woke up, this wasn't all a dream... The Train Back in England when I was much younger in 1959, they had these huge working men's clubs and every year they would get up several bus or train trips to the coast. Well one time I went on a train trip to the coast with several other young guys who were the same age as I was. Being as most of us had just barely reached the age of being able to legally drink we foolishly spent money on acquiring bottles of wine. We toured the seaside town and like idiots we ignored food so by mid afternoon we were on the beach drunk out of our minds. Looking back I'm certainly not proud of what we did but we were young and foolish. The group split up later in the day and most of them decided to get closer to the train station before it was time to get the return train home. In my drunken wisdom I stayed on the beach and fell asleep, then of course I missed the return train home. The first thing I did when I awoke was to be sick and the next thing I did was to buy coffee and the third thing I did was to seek advice from the info' desk at the train station. I found out that the train I came on was a special train, put on for the occasion and the best they could do was put me on a train that would have a stop about thirty miles from my town. Then I would be on my own and I may find a bus going towards my hometown. They never told me that the hour would be getting late by then, and it would be very unlikely to be able to find a bus at that time of night. Especially in the small community of Penistone, which is on the Yorkshire Moors and that would be where I would be getting off the train. I felt terrible, I had the mother of all hangovers so I agreed with their plan and caught the train they suggested. I remember I was sat in a compartment with two different guys and a woman and all I wanted to do was keep my eyes closed and cover my head from all light and sound. The train rumbled on and on and after about an hour it stopped and the two men left the train so I was left facing this lady who was fairly good looking but probably about forty years old. When she spoke to me for the first time I noticed she had a strong European accent but her English was very good when she asked if I felt all right. I told her I felt terrible so she went into her purse and gave me two headache pills and told me that they might help. I guess they did for a while and she later asked where I was getting off in case I fell asleep again. When I told her she said that that was also her station to get off and asked if I lived in that area so I basically told her some of the story about missing my special train to my home town. She did think that it was rather comical and told me that one-day I would look back and see the humor and the foolishness of my youth. "Oh by the way, I'm Erika." She told me and I told her my name was "Allen." Finally the train stopped again and she told me this was hers and my stop, so we both got off the train together. We walked past the small bus depot and she looked at the charts. "Your last bus has gone Allen, it's much earlier on Sunday's, the next one is Monday, that's tomorrow morning at 7 o'clock, then again in the evening at 8pm. You are in a bit of a pickle now so you better come home with me and then you can decide which one tomorrow." She told me so I just followed her like a sheep. God it was so cold I was shivering, I even saw snowflakes in the wind. We seemed to walk forever to get to her very small house that was at the very edge of the small town and stood out in the open, facing the partially snow covered Yorkshire moors. Erika opened the door and we rushed inside, it was a pleasure to get out of the icy wind but it was even cold inside the house because she only had a coal fireplace and she had been out all day, so had the fire. She made the fire and soon had it blazing while we sat still fully dressed in our coats sipping a mug of warm tea after I had taken two more headache pills and also munching on some potato chips. I can't say I was feeling better but I wasn't feeling any worse. In about 20 seconds she had shown me around the entire house, which consisted of one small bedroom, one tiny bathroom and the joint kitchen/ living room that we were sat in sipping more tea. The furnishings in the living room were very sparse with just a small table and two chairs and then just one arm-chair, the small bedroom had one double bed and a small set of drawers. It may have been the smallest house I had ever been inside; but it almost looked like a miniature art gallery as most of the walls were covered in paintings and in the corner was an easel with dozens of paintings stood in a row behind it on a rack. It was getting late I guess because she had told me already that it was past her bedtime. "I'm an artist I paint things and people, one day I hope to paint you Allen. Listen you'll have to be happy with sleeping in my bed, because when the fire goes out you would freeze out here in the chair." Erika said and it didn't really matter to me, I just needed to get my head down and hopefully sleep off my hangover. I went to the bathroom first which was about as big as a closet, it just had a toilet and a small sink, and then I went into the bedroom and took off my suit and shirt then quickly got into the cold bed wearing just my underpants and vest. The bedroom felt like an icebox, it was so cold. Moments later I felt her get into bed behind me and then she snuggled up really close and put her bare arm over me and rubbed my chest and down my hip. I really thought she was just trying to get me to feel warmer. "Turn over this way, young man." She said and I did, that's when I saw she didn't have any clothes on at all, except later I found out she was wearing some socks. She was on her side facing me and I couldn't take my eyes off her big beautiful nipples that were sat atop her full bulging breasts that were being squashed together by her arms and forming a deep crevasse. Then as she lifted the blanket briefly I caught sight of her firm tummy and all the way down to her hairy light blonde bush. I was in shock and the only thing worse than being in shock, is being in shock with a hangover, but for reasons beyond my control my pecker was coming to attention and she had already noticed. "Take those clothes off Allen, we will keep ourselves warm with body heat." Erika told me and I was awestruck. This woman was fairly good looking with a nice figure and very little fat, but old enough to be my mother I thought as she tugged at my vest and when that was off; she tugged at my underpants. Holy smokes I couldn't believe what was happening. She moved closer and her big breasts were the first things to touch me on my chest and I felt shivers down my spine, then her hand slowly and gently went between my legs and she smiled as she held everything I had in one hand. She took my hand and put it over her smooth bare bottom cheeks as she released her hold between my legs. Then she came so close that our bodies were touching all over and that's when she kissed me very tenderly. "Have you ever had sex with a girl before?" She asked so I shook my head and then said "not exactly." She gave me a bit of a confused look then she held my pecker and asked if I had had a girl touch it before and I told her I had. She then asked, if a girl had ever masturbated me before and I told her yes, she had done that. She took my hand again as she eased herself back a little then put my hand between her legs and asked me if I had had my hand there on a girl and I shook my head to signify, no. Have you had THIS inside a girl she asked as she grabbed my pecker again and I shook my head to indicate I hadn't. She took my hand again and opened it then put it over her breast and asked if I had touched a girl there and I said that I had, then she took my fingers and put two of them on her nipple and moved my fingers around a little. "Well you are a virgin boy, but have you sucked on a girls breast?" Erika asked and I told her I had but that was back in my grammar school days and all the while she is moving my fingers around over her now erect nipple. "Come, kneel over me Allen and suck these nipples." She told me so I knelt over her tummy and bent my head to suck her huge nipples. Her hands slid down and both of them held my cock and balls as she massaged them ever so slowly while I sucked. She moaned and groaned loudly and threw her head slowly from side to side, her sounds and her movements were very stimulating. "Now turn around and lick me here, then push your tongue inside me Allen." Erika said as she took my fingers and poked them on her wet hairy pussy to indicate where I had to go. I turned around and put my head between her legs and smelt her moist female odor then started to lick up and down, don't ask me where because I had no idea, I had never ever done this before to a woman or to a girl. I remember very clearly that my arse was near her head and she had shuffled her pillow to raise her head as she licked the back of my balls. Then she sucked gently on them and I swear she had them in her mouth, but whatever she was doing was incredibly wonderful. This whole experience was brand new to me, my poor cock was straining and it must have been really swollen, as I had never known it to be so hard before. She gripped my arse cheeks and moved me back a little then suddenly she had my entire hard prick in her mouth and I shot my load almost immediately, but she kept on sucking and it stayed in her mouth for several more minutes. Holy smokes what an incredible feeling. Then Erika told me to hop out of bed and put the overhead light on then to kneel between her wide-open legs. This was going to be my very first look at a woman's thingy close up, magazines of the day rarely ever showed full frontal views and only the dirtiest magazines showed hints of pubic hair on a woman. She put a pillow under her bum, then had me get my head really close as she moved back her pink moist folds (pussy lips) and she described to me what was what and where to lick and suck. As she guided me through the process she was almost constantly oozing creamy white juices that tasted like nectar, she would tell me when to go faster or slower or to keep going when doing a certain thing. I figured out later that she must have had several orgasms while I followed her instructions but she wanted me to keep going at her, with my mouth and tongue and my two fingers that she had showed me how to curve when they were inside her vagina. I almost got scared when she started almost screaming out loud and frantically lifting her bum up and down off the bed and throwing her hair from side to side. Then her hands held my head really tight as she pushed my head up and down and shouted out in some foreign language. Then I felt and saw the hot liquid hitting my face as it squirted out of her vagina twice in rapid succession as if it was fired from a gun. "Keep going, keep going you little prick, keep going. Oooooh, oooooh, oooooh my god, oh yesss, yesss, yesss." She cried out loudly and by this time I was as hard as a rock and my face was soaked. "Come up here quickly, put your hard prick in me." Erika yelled and I scurried up and was almost on top of her when her hands took my swollen prick and guided it into her wet slit. "Push, push, push, keep pushing. Faster, faster, faster. Oooooh yesss." She yelled, then suddenly I was inside her and pushing like hell and she was too. Never before in my life had I felt a feeling like this and she was pushing as much as I was. Her arms and body were flailing around spasmodically almost like she was having an epileptic seizure. "Oh my god, keep going, keep pushing you little stud and suck my breasts." She yelled and I was about to pull out and ejaculate again when she beat me to it, her feet clamped over my arse and she held me really tight as I shot my load inside her and then I sucked like a mad man on her big nipples. Her wet hole tightened up on my poor cock like a vise and she squeezed and bucked wildly until I had finished cummin. She put her arms around me and held me tight then pulled a blanket over us tightly while she stroked my bum cheeks and I still managed to stay deep inside her, but I must have dropped off to sleep for a little while. When I awoke again she was slowly sliding up and down beneath me and stroking my body in places I didn't know was pleasurable before. Oh my goodness she had me hard again and then both her hands were on my arse as she pulled me tightly against her, then she relaxed for a few seconds and then pulled me tight again. "Push in deeper, my lover. Keep pushing." She whispered as she sucked on my ear and I did, I pushed and pushed until I began to shoot my load again. God she was awesome as her insides gripped and squeezed my throbbing cock until I was empty. Then we slowly drifted off to sleep. When I awoke the next time it was almost daylight and she was sat at the side of the bed with a hot tea and two more headache tablets, her hand was under the covers rubbing my prick. Erika must have also got the fireplace roaring because I could see the reflection of the flames on the walls. After I had had the tablets she got back in bed and massaged me very sensuously until I was really hard and swollen. Then she coaxed me back on top of her several more times that morning and had me lick and suck her breasts and between her legs. In between she made me a light breakfast and then later when I felt better she made me something more substantial. Later in the morning she made me get dressed and put on a heavy old coat and she walked me to the telephone box where I called my parents. I told them I was fine and that I accidentally missed my train but a kind couple put me up for the night and I should be home before 11pm that night. Then she took me back home and during the entire afternoon we made love. She introduced me to so many different sexual positions and ways of pleasuring each other. I was just a young man and she was the first woman I had ever made love with and secretly she may well have been the best. Erika asked me to comeback and to see her, as she wanted me to pose as she captured me on canvas. Well I did have a motorcycle at home so I promised I would, but it would be two weeks before I could come on a weekend as I worked shift work in a factory. She didn't even have a telephone but that wasn't unusual at that time in the late fifties, I think there were only 3 people on our entire street that had a telephone and very few working class people owned a car. But she did write out her home address where she lived on the coast, for me to write to her and gave me several dates when she would be at this cottage home if I wanted to pay her a visit. She didn't take down my address because she didn't want to embarrass me by writing and my mother possibly reading my mail. I told her I would be back in two weeks on a Saturday and she asked me to try and make plans to stay overnight. Then well before 8pm she walked me to the bus station and I got the bus back to my hometown. I think I was well and truly over my hangover because I smiled all the way home and could hardly believe my luck. -------------------------- Chapter 2 The two weeks passed quickly and I told my parents I was going to the motorcycle races with a guy from work and would stay until Sunday. When I arrived Erika was so happy to see me she almost smothered me in kisses. Later she insisted that we go to the off-license place where we could buy bottled beer, so she got bundled up and then got on the back of my motorcycle for our trip to the store. I think we were back in about 20 minutes and she asked me to park the bike around the back so that other people wouldn't be aware and my bike would be safer. Erika stoked up the fire and setup her easel then she had me pose completely nude for her painting, she told me I couldn't look until it was complete. She teased me something terrible by re-positioning me several times and stroking my body each time she moved me into a new position. Before I knew it I had a fierce erection but she made me keep perfectly still and little by little she removed her clothes as she worked. "Oh my goodness, I can't show a male with an erection in my painting, it would be unethical." She said. Then she knelt in front of me with the brush still in her hand, and without using anything but her mouth and tongue she made me ejaculate in her mouth and of course eventually go soft. Then she smiled and giggled for at least twenty minutes as she continued working at her easel. We had a beer and sandwich break then she started again and when I needed a pee she would bring a bucket and hold my penis while I peed. When she needed a pee she would also use the bucket in front of me, all the time teasing me more and more, she was having incredible fun doing the painting. "Enough for now, I need time with my lover." She said, as she put a cover over her painting and then took my hand as she led me to the tiny bathroom where she trimmed my pubic hair then washed me down carefully and gently. Then she handed me the scissors and told me to be very careful as I trimmed her pubic hair. Later she handed me the washcloth and told me it was my turn to wash her body and not to miss any nooks or crannies. Then she took me to her bed and had me kneel on the floor while she lay back with her legs wide open and her bum hanging half over the edge of the bed right under my nose. "Lick and suck me, my lover, make my juices flow." Erika said as I lowered my head and licked between her already wet lips. Her clit was already fully exposed and swollen and when I sucked on it like she had shown me before she almost went wild. She held up two fingers and bent them slightly, which was the sign to push in the two bent fingers like she had shown me last time and stimulate underneath her pubic bone area. I know she loved that just by the way she reacted and pretty soon her bum was lifting up and down off the bed and she was holding and pulling on her nipples while moaning very loudly. "Suck me more, move your fingers faster." She cried, as she writhed all over and I did what she wanted even though my poor prick was so swollen it was bursting at the seams. She was pulling her nipples and grabbing my head and lifting up and down like a crazy woman. Until suddenly she screamed out in her native tongue and whoosh I thought she had pissed on me but she hadn't, she had had one of those big orgasms again and squirted all over. She flapped her arms and legs like she was having a seizure for a few seconds and then her hands beckoned me to get over top of her. "Quickly, quickly my lover." She cried softly and I was inside her in a split second and pounding away as she kissed me fiercely and writhed on the bed while thrusting to meet my strokes. Just a few minutes later her mouth closed over mine and then her feet locked behind me, holding me tightly inside her as she squeezed down hard on my throbbing prick and I had an incredible orgasm myself. Her timing was absolutely perfect and she must have known I had reached that crucial point and was about to ejaculate. We lay there almost completely exhausted with our mouths locked together and her fingers gripping my arse cheeks tightly and sliding me very slowly back and forth just a few inches. "Ok loverboy, back to our painting." She said and she almost had to drag me out of bed. I assumed the pose position and she grinned as she told me it had gone too soft and didn't look the same as my previous pose so she knelt in front of me and sucked my penis for a few seconds. "Ah that is much better." She said as she giggled and then continued with her painting. She spent the next hour working on the painting and then I knew she was teasing me again as she bent over several times in front of me and opened her legs wide. Then she readjusted my pose and moved her breasts over my face several times as she brushed herself gently against my penis making me grow again. The Train "It is almost time for supper my loverboy." She said as she covered the painting, then knelt in front of me and licked me ever so gently until I was all swollen and erect. She took my hand then she laid on the rug in front of the fire and held her breasts together. "Come put your hard prick between my breasts." She told me so I knelt over the top of her and buried my erection between her breasts and slowly pushed towards her face while she fingered herself and then rubbed her juices over my cock. Oh god it was good I thought and I held them together as my prick slid between her two beautiful mounds. "Keep going lover, shoot your hot semen between my breasts and on my face." Erika cried as she rubbed herself even faster and her face looked like she was in either agony or ecstasy. She kept talking, saying erotic things as she goaded me on and suddenly I could tell she was having an orgasm, well that did it for me and moments later I was shooting my juice between her breasts and towards her face and it felt fantastic. "Was that nice?" She asked with a big smile and I nodded. "Ok, no more nice for now, I must take out supper now. Put a few clothes on my lover, I don't want to get my dessert burnt." She said and she took my hand as we went to the kitchen where she took out two plates and some cutlery. "Set the table my loverboy and cut some chunks of bread, then you can take the supper from the oven." She told me as she smiled like a goddess. There was no stove in the kitchen just a small hotplate, the oven was actually part of the living room fireplace and she told me that the casserole would be ready by now so she gave me some heavy gloves to take it out. I went and put on some pants first before I got out the casserole and set it down on a pad on the table. Erika dished out the entire meal and we both ate like starved animals, it was absolutely delicious and laced with spices I had never heard of before, then we chatted for what seemed like hours as I got to hear about much of her life story: Erika who was born in Austria had gotten married to an older guy when she was quite young, mainly because she had gotten pregnant to him, then sadly she lost the baby during childbirth and also her ability to have any other children. Shortly after that happened, her husband who was quite wealthy divorced her but he was fairly generous and continued to pay for her art studies for several years provided that she became his mistress from time to time. Her ex-husband later married again so he had no need for her services anymore and paid for her to get set up with her paintings in England, so that she would be out of sight and out of mind. He had bought her this small cottage home along with a modest home on the coast, this was just a weekend place or simply somewhere that she just came to be alone and do her creative work. Every few weeks she would keep taking some of her paintings back to her home on the coast and some she would sell from there. Others she would take to Europe every few months where she had a distributor for her work. I didn't have much of an exciting life story to convey to her and it only took a few minutes to tell her I was the son of a coal miner and I worked in a factory that made bricks. "Ah my young lover, you will have many stories when you get to my age." Erika said and I was about to ask how old she was, but I didn't know if I really wanted to know, so I didn't ask. It didn't seem to matter because when I was here I was in her little world, seemingly a world full of just love and desire. I was really too young and inexperienced to understand and appreciate what a beautiful creature she really was, sometimes the thought that she might have been older than my mother prayed heavily on my mind but I never told her my true feelings. Bedtime was suddenly upon us already and it led to a few hours of memorable lovemaking. I began to get the feeling that if I were ever so foolish enough to stay there for a whole week I would surely die or my poor prick would at least fall off. Sunday morning she let me sleep in until almost noon and as I stirred I got the beautiful smell of freshly baked bread along with the incredible feeling of someone under the blankets sucking on my prick. My goodness, what a wonderful way to wake up on a morning or almost afternoon I thought as I gave in completely and shot my load in her mouth. She never stopped sucking until she had drained my balls dry, then she slowly crept up the bed and peered out of the top of the blanket and with a huge smile she said: "Good morning loverboy, breakfast is ready." Breakfast or lunch whichever, consisted of fresh baked bread with sausage, eggs and tomatoes, and it was absolutely delicious. I think we ate three quarters of the loaf at that one sitting. "I have almost finished your painting, I just need a little more detail so I will need you to pose for me again." Erika told me as I washed. A few moments later I was naked and posing again and Erika appeared to be struggling to find the exact position that she wanted me, needless to say, when she moved me it was very sensuously. "It is not quite hanging right, open your legs a little. Ah that is much better my sweet boy." She said, as she stroked my balls then lifted my prick and let it drop. Then she appeared to continue painting while still grinning. "Beautiful, just beautiful, I will hang this painting in my bedroom. I'm finished my lover; you can see it later after we celebrate. Now let me feel you and see that I have captured everything." She said and then brought the cover down so that I couldn't see. Then she came up to me and ran her hand over my chest and down my back, with her hand coming to rest over my arse. "Such beauty is so hard to capture." She said as she squeezed my bum cheeks and then she pulled me to her and kissed me very passionately as she shed her clothes and pulled me towards the rug. She stroked me until I was hard and then she knelt over me and had her way with me not once but twice during the next few hours. Then we washed and dressed; it was almost time for me to go. When I got to look at the painting, it only featured my head and a little of my shoulders, which covered the complete canvas. So for the last 24 hours she had playfully tricked me into posing nude and we both laughed about it, I also realized that it had been fun. I brought my motorcycle around the front of the house and let it run while we kissed and said goodbye. She couldn't give me a new date to see her again because she would be leaving for Europe during the following week and had no specific idea when she would return to this cottage again with winter quickly approaching. But she asked me to write and then we could work something out. I left her my address anyway and just told her to be discreet. Reluctantly, I left on my journey home but I soon cheered up as I thought of how she had made the whole weekend so exciting by having me pose nude. Two weeks later my mom received a huge parcel addressed to me with no return address and when I got home I opened it to find my painting already framed. With pretty quick thinking on my part I told my Mom that I had it done for her when I was at the motorcycle races. She was really happy and thought they had done a good job. I told her they had done a fantastic job, just out of this world. Towards the end of winter I drove out to Penistone and the snow was all piled up around the house and I saw no smoke from the chimney so I figured she wasn't there. I tried again a month later and went to the door with a huge smile after seeing smoke from the chimney. Erika came to the door wearing a large bath towel, but kept the door partly closed. "I'm sorry, I can't help you today." Erika said very softly as she tried to smile and then a man's head appeared over her shoulder and asked if she had a problem. "No, no, this young man is just asking for directions." Erika said as she tried to just shrug and look sorry. "Thank you, I'm sorry to trouble you." I told her and then left. I was devastated and heartbroken, I actually shed a few tears as I drove away and never looked back. Then I was filled with anger and I drove faster, almost recklessly for several miles until I had calmed down and realized that I had no right to interfere in her world. Like a fool, I never went back again and many times I have kicked myself for not going back but life went on and I dated a few girls my own age, but none could come even close to my Erika. Then I happened to meet a really nice young widow who worked in a butchers shop and was just seven years older than I, she had a beautiful 3-year-old girl called Katie and had lost her husband in the coal mines just after the girl was born. We saw each other seriously for almost 2 years then later we got married and stayed married for 40 years until she passed away. In our first few years of marriage we did have a baby girl and somehow I convinced my wife to call our new baby Erika. Sometimes when I'm alone I let my mind drift back to those few days I spent with Erika and wonder how her life went. But! Alas I fear that she has probably gone too. The Train "Crowded" didn't begin to describe the subway at this time of day. Like little salty fish in a can, people were pressed tightly together within the metallic walls of the train car as it rushed from station to station. Flickering on and off, the sickly light cast by the florescent bulbs above did little to cure the claustrophobic feeling that hung thick in what little air there was. The people were a mix, as they stood clasping the handles over their heads, or sitting upon the barely cushioned seats. Buried within this sea of bodies, she stood near the doors. Her back to the rest of the humanity in the car, she looked out at the rapidly passing walls of the tunnel. Refocusing her eyes, she looked upon the reflection that stared back at her in the glass of the sliding doors. A simple blouse and skirt covered her, along with a jacket for the chill that had settled as of late. The sparkle of her eyes had dulled just a bit from fatigue; their light blue-grey color, however, still shone brightly even within the image cast by the tinted glass. The long dark hair that fell to her waist had been gathered into a slightly off center braid. The sudden memory that came to her then, as she pulled the thick length of hair over her shoulder, made her lips bow into a smile. She had been visiting a dear friend in another city. A friend whose young daughter was insistent upon trying out her braiding skill. With a kind heart, and a young girl looking at her with pleading eyes, it was understandable why she gave in, and allowed her long lovely hair to be used to train tiny fingers. Though it was a bit off kilter, all in all, the braid had come out very well. The pride that beamed from that little face was more then thanks enough. The rest of the visit was just as fun and full of smiles. Now, she was heading home, eager to see her darling..... Her eyes shot open, her body jerking to attention. Someone's hand was touching her rear! Given the tight confines of the train, she would have put it off as just an accident. That is, until that same hand began to squeeze. Strong fingers dug lightly, but very noticeably into the tender flesh of her buttock through the thin fabric of her skirt. Her breath caught in her throat; unable to speak, she tried turning around, ready to smack the pervert who had the nerve to fondle her. Yet, it was impossible to move, let alone turn around, but her effort alone seemed to stop the unknown's advances, for the hand left her body. She started to relax, relieved to be free of the... She nearly jumped when, again, her left butt cheek was kneaded by a strong hand! She couldn't believe it! She tired moving her arm, perhaps to elbow the attacker. But there where too many people behind her, she couldn't tell which it was that had their hand on her. She looked up into the reflection on the doors. So many faces, she couldn't tell who it could have been. The thought of screaming came to her mind, as that hand continued its dance over her rear. Yet, just as she took in the air, she thought against it. Even if she did yell, how would it help? The one doing it would just stop, melting back into the crowd, who would have been looking at her like she was crazy. No, she didn't just want it to stop, she wanted to get the bastard doing it! It was then she decided to wait, hoping that perhaps, if she kept watching those behind her, the one responsible would somehow show himself. And so, she stayed quiet, though she did move closer to the doors, thinking that maybe he would move as well, breaking his cover. But, instead of one moving, it seemed the entire crowd moved right with her, all the while, the hand on her kept right on with its fondling. Now she was truly stuck, pressed against the doors as she was, she had nowhere to go. As if sensing her predicament, the hand made a move that made her gulp her fear. She felt her skirt being bunched into a ball, before it was raised up to her hips! She was exposed, nothing but a pair of panties protecting her now. It didn't take long for that hand to fill itself with the flesh of her ass again, this time she could feel the roughness of the fingers as they pressed into her own soft smooth skin. She still was unable to believe that this was happening. Here, on a crowded city subway, in front of so many people, she was having her rear fondled, ravaged by a stranger, and she couldn't even tell who. The last thought made her body shiver, as a tingling ran over her skin, up her spine, where it made her gasp. It couldn't be, she thought! Was she....starting to enjoy this? She looked at herself in the doors, just as a station zipped past them. How could she enjoy this? She didn't get the chance to answer her own question. Emboldened by the quiver her body had given, the hand managed to slip its fingers between the fullness of her thighs. She squeaked in shock, pressing her legs together in an effort to stop him. The pressure only served to lock his fingers where they were, nestled to either side of the warm mound beneath the cover of her panties. Then, they moved. Her eyes grew wide, as electric arcs seemed to crackle from between her legs. Her breath was stolen, as her most intimate place was stroked, a finger on either side, moving slowly over the smooth silk of her panties. Her knees felt weak, almost giving out beneath her. She had to lock them, but in the process, her legs spread, loosening their hold. The hand now had full access to her. The handle she held above her was squeezed as her grip tightened, bracing her for what was to happen next. But she was once more in for a surprise. The hand pulled back, taking itself from the growing heat it had been stroking, coming to rest again upon the half moon of her ass, and resuming it's kneading. She suddenly found herself panting, ripples of pleasure still echoing from where he had touched...a stranger's touch. A touch she felt herself craving more of. What?! The sound reverberated as she screamed in her mind. I can't actually be wanting to be ravished.....to be raped! That's not possi.....Oh no! It was sudden. On her right side, her jacket had been lifted from her, the shirt beneath pulled from her skirt. And now another hand, the twin of the one upon her ass, slithered under her shirt. Its touch was light on her skin, gooseflesh rising in the wake of feathery fingers, until it neared the edge of frilly lace that was her bra. Her body started to shake, and would not stop, though she knew that fear was not the cause. It was thrill. She could not deny it anymore; she could not deny her growing enjoyment of this. To be touched by unknown hands, and in front of so many people, who knew not that it was even happening. As if on cue, she felt, rolling down the inner of her thigh, a tiny drop. Thick....sticky.....it was but one of many that she could feel moistening the crotch of her panties. Yes, she was becoming aroused by this.....very aroused. On her backside, the twin globes beneath the panties were now both coming under that rough hand. Their tender sweet flesh dented by calloused fingers, as each squeeze blazed with heated pleasure. While, under the front of her shirt, the cups of her bra now lay scrunched under her newly freed breasts. One at a time, each was lifted, cradled in his palm. The whimper that left her lips then, as a torrid nipple was scrapped at its tip by a sharp fingernail, was hardly noticed by her. But, the groan that came from deep in her throat from that same nipple being pressed between a thumb and forefinger, its swelling mass rolled and twisted back and forth, that she did hear. Someone would have heard that, she thought to herself, as her eyes creaked open to slits....looking about her for starting glances. She saw none. Could it be, that no one could tell what was happening? Even if someone did, would they think of stopping this? And.....would she want them to? She knew the answer to the last was no, especially when her panties were pulled down from her ass, eliciting a soft whimper from her pouting lips. She knew where he was going next, and, from how her wetness was now streaming down her thighs, he would know that it was where she wanted him to be. Her body was betraying her, and she didn't care. Never had she been this excited, felt this naughty. And she wanted more. Her wait was not long. The silken pink of her pussy was soon under the slow purposeful strokes of those same labor hardened fingers. She nearly fell to the floor, as her legs shook, wetness flowing thickly over her legs, soaking down to even the socks she wore. From clit to anus, those fingers moved achingly slow, spreading her liquid silk to every inch of skin they could reach. Only the handle within her white-knuckled fist, kept her from collapsing in a twitching heap upon the cold metal floor. While beneath the prison of her shirt, firm tender titflesh was being massaged, kneaded like dough by the other hand. Strong fingers dug, rippling over her breast, while thumb and forefinger captured a nipple, working upon it with dexterity, rolling...tweaking....in perfect time with the movement further below. She felt her grip upon the handle above her weaken, as all her energy seemed to refocus to those areas under heavenly assault, increasing the sensitivity of the nerves there. Soon she found herself pressed against the doors before her, feeling the cool of the glass against the palms of her hands as they pressed to hold her upright. A circle of fog began to form in front of her eyes as her heated breath came in short pants. Then, she hissed. At first, only the tip of a thick finger slipped between those pouting lips, spreading them teasingly. Yet, it was enough to elicit a soft growl of lustful need, as well as the instinctual opening of her legs....gates to the delights of Eden. Using the room she willingly gave, those fingers now planted themselves to either side, fore and pinky pulling, parting the nectar soaked petals of her feminine flower. That act alone brought forth a whimper, the sound muffled by the teeth holding onto her quivering lips. It was the only way she could keep from crying out of aching need. Never had she felt such unyielding desire. Her every though bent on getting those fingers, hell, any part of him, to be swallowed whole into her body. Her eyes were glazed, staring off into the darkness beyond the sliding doors. Wide open, yet seeing nothing but her own passions reflected in the glass. Then, at last, what she truly craved was given to her. Her body stiffened, muscles locking, as the soft plump folds of her pussy were finally plumbed by a thick finger. She groaned deep from her throat, the sound like that of a lioness in heat. Her fingers clawing across the cool glass of the doors that she now leaned against. Teeth clenching, she spread her legs further, allowing the explorations of the finger to delve deeper. And deeper it went, curling within her silken confines to press against the rippling walls of her sex. It's in and out moments slow, slick with the copious amounts of heated juice her body seemed to produce. It dripped down the hand and arm, as it glistened her legs from crotch to ankle. Her breath was haggard, beads of sweat starting to form upon her forehead, as her passions began to rise, building and building to what she knew would be a grand crescendo. Squelching noises now began to churn from below, as a second finger joined the first in stretching the elastic walls that squeezed them. Back and forth they plowed her flesh. Curling, they found that special place towards her belly, its surface rough, and loaded with nerves that shocked arcs of ecstasy though her body. There they concentrated their attention, stroking that tiny patch of pleasure, making her body shake more....and more, as closer to the edge she creeped. Yes, she was drawing closer to what felt to be an atomic explosion of pleasures, the corded ball in her gut tightening, nearing the time when the pressure would be released. Her vision was nearly gone, as tears streamed down her cheeks. Yet, as she again looked up into the glass doors, she could make out the flushed red of her face, as well as......her eyes shot open.... In the world reflected in the doors, over her left shoulder....it was HIM! Those eyes.....that grin.....HIM! The one doing this to her......HIM.....the one touching, violating her......HIM!......The one whos eyes she..........knew... It was at that moment, a time of revelation, of realization.....that her thoughts were cut short.....as she exploded! Below, as they dived again and again into her depths, those fingers found a place..unknown to her till now. Just before the smooth firm flesh of her cervix, yet beyond the pleasures of the g-spot, a small bump rose from the upper wall of her pussy. It was when the tips of his fingers found it, pinching it between them, that her body went into spasms. The tremendous pressure that had been building though it all....at last was released. Eyes wide, muscles locked as she bit into her lip, holding back the scream that tried so desperately to get out. The taste of blood upon her tongue from the bitten lips went unnoticed, as stars danced before her eyes, nails scraping glass, leaving scratches in its surface. As her body began to relax, those strong hands left her. Now void of their support, she collapsed onto the hard metal floor. "Ma'am, are you ok?" Other questions followed, as those around her tried helping her up. It took several attempts, as the strength in her legs slowly returned. Regaining her feet, she checked her clothes. Only slightly ruffled, they gave no indication of the true cause of her collapse. As she tried answering the questions being thrown upon her by concerned people, her eyes looked from face to face. Again and again she scanned the crowd, yet the face she hoped to see wasn't among them. The bells in the train rang out, as outside the station appeared as the train slowed. As the doors slide open, she was the first to hurry out. Turning a corner away from the crowd pouring from the train, she leaned against the wall. Taking deep breaths, she waited. As the people from her train began to file past her, she again watched closely. He would have to come past here...past her. A tremor quaked through her legs. An aftershock. Then..... It was Him. It had to be! The face, the eyes. All the same. And familiar. Through the sea of people she pushed, bumping left and right....until at last... She stood before him. Her torturer.....her pleasurer. "What the hell did you think you were doing?!" she growled up at him, his height greater then hers by several inches. He said nothing....then smiled. She scowled.....before leaping into his arms, crushing her lips to his in a deep soulful kiss! After a few wondrous moments, they parted, she still in the circle of his arms. "Shit, baby. Next time...warn me first!!" He smirked, then spoke, "But that would have ruined the surprise." She sighed, smiling. Running her fingers through his long black hair. "Why the hell did I marry you?" He shrugged, "Beats the hell out of me." She suddenly grinned a grin to put the Cheshire cat to shame. "Hmmmmm, now thats an idea." She quickly glanced around, and, upon spying the doors to the restrooms, she took his hand and tugged him along as she ran for the distant doors. "What are you doing?" he shouted. As they reached the restroom doors, she turned to him, the devilish sparkle in her beautiful eyes saying all he needed to know even before she spoke. "Well, you've had your fun, hun. Now it's MY turn!" The sentence she finished with a swipe of her red tongue across her lips, right before slamming open the door and dashing inside, a very happy hubby in tow. The Train I wake up needing my lover. The taste of her mouth, the warmth of her skin next to mine. But she isn't there. My need for her grows. I can smell her on her pillow. My nipples harden, my pussy dampens. Moaning her name, my hands lightly rub across my body. I begin to masturbate, but that only makes my need stronger. I need my lover's kiss, her body, her love... Getting out of bed, not bothering to dress, I open the door and step through. Instead of my back yard, I am descending the stairs to a subway station. The air in the tubes is amazingly cool and clean. Men and women, in all various stages of dress, both smile and tell me I am beautiful. Some even kiss me or fondle my breasts. It feels so good, I do not stop them. My nipples harden and I fell my pussy dampen. A train stops and I get on. In the car, there are many other people, all dressed in business clothes except two other women and one man. They are together, they are beautiful, and they are also nude. He is masturbating while the women kiss and fondle each other. My need for my lover again comes to the surface and I feel the hot yearning deep inside. The business people in the train car pay no attention as the threesome makes love and I stand watching, and dripping. The women are in a 69 as the man continues to slowly stroke his beautiful cock. He takes his finger and wipes the precum oozing from the head. He then licks his finger, only to go back to slowly masturbating The sight of that sends a shiver of desire throughout my body. The train stops and the doors open. I reach up and grab the rails above me to steady myself. The business people, looking neither left nor right, all exit the car, leaving me alone with the three lovers. I continue to watch as the women move to kneel in from of the man. He is stroking faster. The women continue to kiss. Faster, faster! His penis erupts all over these two beautiful women. Spurt after spurt after spurt of hot, creamy spunk shooting out from his hard cock and landing on the beautiful heaving breasts of the women. I find I can't move. My feet, my arms, my hands. Nothing. Only my eyes can blink and focus, nothing else can move at all. My pussy is so very swollen and wet and in need of attention. My nipples are rock hard and scream to be sucked. The women lick and suck the man's deflating cock and rub his thick, creamy cum all over themselves and each other. The doors close and the train starts to move. The women are kissing and fingering each other. The man slumps into a seat near them. A slight moan escapes my throat. They all smile at me. No other passengers have boarded and the train again begins to move. The two lovely women continue their attention to each other and I still can't move. The man smiles at me again, stands and slowly walks towards me. "Do you like watching strangers make love?" he asks in a foreign accent that I can't quite make out. As he gets closer, he smiles "Does it excite you to see beautiful women enjoy each other? Did you like watching me cum cover them?" I try to answer, to scream out "YES!!!" to all of his questions, but I am frozen there in front of him, completely unable to move or speak. My nipples are about ready to cut glass and I can feel my wetness reaching to my knees. My arms are above my head, my hands involuntarily clinging to the rails above me, my legs slightly spread to reveal my soaked, swollen pussy. The scent of my flooding pussy is filling my nostrils, turning me on even more. Once again, the man smiles and then he gently cups my breasts, further igniting my desire. Throwing gasoline on a bonfire is the closest way to describe it. I beg him with my eyes to kiss me, suck me, eat me, shove his cock in my mouth, in my pussy, between my tits... The train stops. Another nude man steps into the car. He smiles and greets all of us with deep, wet, sensuous kisses. His erection stands out proudly before him, bouncing slightly as he walks. The two women each in turn kiss it, taking it into their mouths. The first man steps over and does the same as his erection appears to be returning. When they are all done giving his rock hard penis tonsil kisses, the second man gives each woman a kiss and then kneels to taste their luscious paradise. He then deep throats the first man, causing the first man to arch his back and let out a low moan. The second man then turns to face me. He puts his hand to my swollen, aching pussy, causing my entire body to shiver. His mouth kisses mine and I try ever so hard to respond. My lack of response does not deter him from kissing down my body, taking my throbbing nipples into his wet, warm mouth and slowly sucking on them. I feel like I'm ready to explode - almost there, right to the very edge - and he stops. He stands and kisses my mouth again, his hands at my waist, slowly, lovingly caressing my hips. He smiles and steps around behind me, his hand never leaving touch with my waist. I can feel him behind me, his hands lowering onto my behind, caressing my cheeks. I feel his lips on my left cheek, then the right. My entire body is quivering in need and anticipation. I can't speak my needs or desires, or voice any objection should there be any. I feel his hand between my legs, helping them widen some. A small moan escapes my throat as he gently rubs my inner thighs, feeling my soaking wetness on them. He brings a hand up to my face. I smell my wetness on his hand, I want so badly to have him put his fingers in my mouth to let me lick - NO! - suck my wetness from him. To show him the immediacy and depth of my desire. He motions to the others to join us. The women each take a nipple and the first man kneels to kiss my lower lips. Their hands are all gently caressing, rubbing, touching my skin. Another moan escapes my throat as I sink deeper into my arousal, needing more and more the rapturous relief of orgasm. The train car begins to spin as the original three lovers use their expert mouths on my body. Suddenly, my pussy is filled to capacity from behind by the second man's big, thick, rock hard cock. Did I just scream? Or was it just in my head? His hands on my hips, pumping, pistoning deep into my pussy, the women licking and suckling my nipples, the first man's tongue expertly loving my engorged clit. My hands release from the rails and drop to hug the women's bodies as they administer their oral talents to my heaving breasts. The men, one in front, expertly licking and sucking my sensitive clit, the other, behind me, driving his massive erection into my pussy to the hilt, only to pull almost entirely out, just to pound himself deeply back into me. I feel myself losing conscientiousness, I ready myself to die in orgasm... "You know I really do love to watch you masturbate," my lover's voice whispers in my ear, "but I'm more in the mood to suck you off." My soaking pussy is suddenly being kissed and licked and sucked by the woman I love so much... A dream? A fantasy? It seemed so real... The Train I board a train, going somewhere. The destination is unimportant, but I know there's going to be a long time between stops. It's an old fashioned train, with those first class compartments where you can shut the door and lower the blinds. I enter one on my own, and as the train seems pretty empty, I close the door, lower the blinds and pull a book from my bag. The train pulls away, and I lose myself in my book. Soon after, the door opens and someone walks in and sits down. I don't pay them any attention, as I'm engrossed in my book. More time passes, and I lower my book to give my eyes a rest. Across from me is a man, about my age, long dark straight hair falling across his shoulders. He's wearing a leather jacket, black tight jeans, a white t-shirt on a well toned chest and a pair of boots. I look at his face, shaved, with dark eyes. He looks up and notices me staring, and I blush. He smiles and asks me what I'm reading. We strike up a conversation about books, and soon move onto life in general. As all conversations seem to, the topic eventually drifts round to sex. He tells me he is bi-curious. He's blushing when he says this, which I find quite cute. I tell him I'm the same, and that I've always wanted to give a blow-job. There's an awkward silence for a few moments, then, before I know what I'm doing, I'm sat next to him. My heart is in my mouth. Thoughts race through my brain. What the fuck am I doing? Before I can process any of this, he leans forward and kisses me on the lips. I respond in kind. It feels so good. His tongue slips into my mouth, and before long we are taken away by passion. We embrace each other whilst kissing, and my hands run through his hair. He breaks away for a second, and removes his jacket, and we kiss some more. My hand slides down his chest. It feels strange to feel a man's chest, but not unpleasant. My hand continues down, and slides onto his thigh. I'm so nervous I feel like my heart's going to pull the stop cord and flee out of my chest, into the countryside. I move my hand further up, onto his crotch, and feel his cock through his jeans. It's hard, and feels large. I look at him and ask him, stutteringly "Do you want me to...y'know?". In reply he gently pushes my shoulders down, and then I'm staring at his jean covered crotch. He undoes his jeans and lifts himself as he slides them and his boxer shorts down. His cock springs into view. It's large, about 9 inches, and slightly thick. He's uncircumcised, and the foreskin has slid down a little. A small bubble of clear precum has formed on the head. Below his cock, his large testicles are pulled tightly against his groin, the scrotum is lightly trimmed. I stare at his crotch for what feels like an eternity. Am I really doing this? I ask myself. As if in reply to myself, my hand grasps his cock. He gasps. I slide the foreskin down, slowly, marvelling at it. I begin to gently wank him, moving my hand up and down at a leisurely pace. My other hand caresses his tight scrotum, carefully rolling the balls between my fingers. He makes noises of approval. After a few minutes of this, I decide to take the plunge.... I lean forward, and lick the head of his penis. The precum tastes mildly salty. He gasps in pleasure, and in that second I realise the power that women have. I smile to myself, then take his cock into my mouth. It's a weird sensation, It fills my mouth like nothing before. It's soft, yet unyielding. I slide my lips across to cover my teeth and begin to gently bob up and down on it, sucking lightly as I do so. As I do that, he moves his hips up and down, carefully fucking my mouth. His hands drop onto the back of my head, and he pushes me down further. I take more of his cock into my mouth, deeper. My own cock is straining in my pants, and I can feel precum dripping into my boxer shorts. As I suck his cock, I encircle the base with my right hand, and begin to slowly wank it. My left hand finds his scrotum, and I pull lightly at it. I can't believe I'm doing this, but it feels so right. My stranger is groaning now, thrusting into my mouth with more force. I begin to get a little apprehensive when I realise he can't be far from cumming, but I know I have to see this to the end. I pull my mouth away from his cock for a second, to give my aching jaw a slight rest, and flick my tongue across the head. His cock looks red and angry now, and fatter. I put the index finger of my left hand into my mouth, and make it really wet with spit. Then I press it against his puckered anus. "What...?" He begins to say. I tell his to trust me, and slowly push my finger past his sphincter. He groans loudly as more of my finger disappears into his arse, and once it's reached the first knuckle, I return to sucking at his cock. I stroke his prostate from the inside, fucking him with my finger while he fucks my mouth. His thrusts become more frenzied, and he begins to make guttural sounds, deep in his throat. His cock spasms, and suddenly my mouth is filled with cum. It's hot, a little hotter than I expected, and quite bitter. I try to swallow, but his cock, still spurting, slips from my mouth and his seed sprays across my cheek and my chin. I swallow what's in my mouth, it's salty and thick, not exactly pleasant, but oddly, not really unpleasant. Then I clamp my lips back onto his cock and suck the last drops from him. He shudders, and gasps. His hands slip from my head and his legs go limp. I gently slide my finger from his anus, and look up at him. He has his eyes closed, a dopey smile on his face. Then he opens his eyes to look at me. Our eyes lock, and he leans forward. I'm expecting him to kiss me, but instead his tongue darts out and he licks his semen from my face. He cleans it all up, then smiles at me again. Then we kiss. I climb up onto the seat next to him as he pulls his pants up. I'm wiping my face with a towel from my bag and swilling some saliva round my mouth, to remove the slightly bitter taste when he turns to me. "That was fantastic," he says "I've never cum like that from a woman before." I smile. He's about to say something when the train judders to a halt. "Oh fuck," he exclaims "My stop." He jumps up, grabs his jacket and bag and opens the compartment door. He turns to me, as if to say something. I put a finger on my lips, to shush him, and he smiles again. Then he leaves, and the last I see of the first man I sucked off, is his lovely long dark hair, bouncing across his shoulders, leaving me alone with an aching cock, and a long journey ahead of me. The Train I love trains, everything about them; old, new, steam, diesel or electric, I just have a thing about trains. They excite me and today I am making a trip and I'm not quite sure where or how it will end. I am thrilled at the thought of getting on a train though; journeying through our beautiful countryside and passing the arse end of old northern towns, watching the myriad of folk embarking and disembarking along the way. I like to people watch, so many look so miserable and I think to myself, how sad that they cannot be I the moment and just enjoy the thrill of the journey. Then a young child, taking his first train trip will get on board, his face aglow with excitement and I remember how I felt the first time and smile. I love seeing into people's gardens and houses, a glimpse of their lives as we whizz past at 125 mph. I'm in awe of the men that work on the tracks in their day glow orange vests; how they nonchalantly step back as the train charges by only to recommence their hard work before the next one interrupts them. I sit, smiling, as I feel my pussy twitching and my nipples tingling and begging for some attention. I am getting quite hot at the thought what I will be doing on the next train I join. I have to change at Preston and we have just passed Chorley so only another ten minutes or so. I check around, the trains are quiet at this time of day and there are only a handful of men in my carriage; two on mobile phones, in a world of their own. The others have their heads buried in books or newspapers. My hands reach up and caress my breasts through the silky material of my blouse. I have on my sexiest underwear, a black lacy quarter cup bra and matching briefs. I circle my fingers around my areola and squeeze my nipples. Hey are now rock hard and so deliciously sensitive. I feel so fucking sexy and I love how I have made my nipples stand proud through my blouse. Anyone would have a job not too notice them, and the thought of that makes me squirm in my seat. We are only five minutes out of Preston now so I get ready to leave the train. I can feel a damp patch forming in my panties as I stand to reach my small case down from the overhead rack and the cool air swirls around my legs. I am wearing stockings today and I am sure the man a few seats down just caught an eyeful of my stocking tops as I stretched to reach my case. I am aware of him watching me intently so I decide to exit the train by walking past him instead of the other way. He is treated to a full view of my erect nipples straining against my flimsy blouse and I am feeling so naughty. I purposefully let slip the water bottle I am carrying just as I get near to his seat. He hasn't taken his eyes off me. I turn slightly away from him and bend to pick up the bottle affording him another glimpse of my stocking clad thighs as I reach for the bottle. Then I gasp as I feel his hand sliding up the inside of my thigh and into my panties. He feels how moist I am and knows I am horny as hell. He pushes a finger into my wet hole and a groan escapes my lips. He rolls his finger around soliciting yet more moans from me, and then just as quickly as he entered me, he withdraws. I quickly stand and straighten my skirt as I hear him sucking his finger and making a low growling noise. I don't look back at him but proceed to the exit as the train pulls into the platform. I cannot resist glancing at the man as I walk past his window and he is standing, watching me, as he strokes his bulging cock through his trousers. He blows me a kiss with his other hand and I can't help smiling. I love trains. I board my second train and make my way to my pre-booked seat which is an easy task as it's the only one with the piece of paper wedged in the little holder atop the seat. That's a good sign. I've done my homework and I know which carriages are the emptiest at this time of the day. I have also ensured I am in the end carriage so that I won't be disturbed by people passing to and fro as they seek out over priced refreshments. However I am rather disappointed to see another chap sat up the other end of the carriage. This doesn't bode well for my afternoon of sexy fun. I console myself with the thought that he might be leaving the train soon as he didn't board here. With that I settle myself down and start thinking of my plan. I busy myself watching the people on the platforms rushing about imagining where they're going and what they are up to. There's the announcement and I feel the engine building up power as the train prepares to pull out of the station. As we make our way northwards my mind wanders back to my plan and I begin to feel very sexy again. I find my hands, once again, playing with my breasts and tweaking my hardening nipples. A low moan escapes my lips. I need to touch my pussy so stand up and unobtrusively begin pulling my briefs down from my waist and over my hips. I then lift my skirt and roll them down my thighs finally stepping out of them before picking them up and hiding them in my handbag. I sit back down but with my skirt still hitched a little way up my thighs and showing a hint of the lacy tops of the black stockings I am wearing. This allows me to open my legs and get my hand to my smooth and wet pussy lips. The thought of what I am doing coupled with being in a public place has me feeling so horny. I desperately want to feel my fingers in my pussy but I wait and content myself with just teasing my inner thighs and my soft and silky outer lips, already damp with my juices. I feel so naughty. I hear a door and withdraw my hand as the conductor reaches my seat and, his attention on his ticketing machine, asks me for my ticket. He then looks up and sees me. His eyes travel over the length of my body clocking first my erect nipples protruding through my blouse before feasting on the stocking tops. I open my handbag to find my ticket and my panties fall out. He sees them and he knows. I can see his cock bulging in his uniform trousers and my tummy ripples with the thrill of knowing I am doing this to him. I look him in the eye and suggestively lick my lips as I pass him my ticket. He punches the little cream and orange card before passing it back to me, stroking my hand as he does. He gives me the most beautiful smile and a quick wink of his sparkling eyes as he makes his way down the carriage. My heart is racing and I can feel the heat rising in my body as my chest and neck redden with arousal. I am so damned horny and once again, spreading my legs a little wider this time, start to play with my pussy. I close my eyes and briefly forget where I am as I let the glorious feelings and growing sexual tension take over my body. God, I am so wet and my pussy aches to feel a big hard cock inside her. My breathing falters as my expert fingers find the hooded nub at the cleft of my lips and I start to slowly circle my finger around. My breathing is quickening when I become aware of voices getting closer. I quickly straighten myself up and try to look normal as the conductor passes my seat closely followed by the other passenger. I gather from the snippets I hear that the conductor has upgraded this passenger's ticket to first class. Now that is a result. I smile and catch the conductor's wink as he passes and exits the carriage. I am now alone and relax a little. I am so horny and eager for an orgasm I can wait no longer. I loosen the top buttons of my blouse, which uncovers my breasts with my nipples on full show over the quarter cup bra. I start to caress them, at first, avoiding my aching nipples. I look out of the window and my excitement increases as I realise we are passing a lightly built up area. I know we're travelling too fast for anyone to see me but I like the idea that they might. I am now pulling on my nipples and turn slightly, leaning my back against the window, as I lift one leg to rest it on the adjoining seat. My breathing is by now quite heavy and my pussy is dripping but still I tease and torture myself before allowing myself any kind of climax. My hand snakes down to my inner thigh that is now on full display and I stroke myself slowly finishing each stroke with a brush against my hungry pussy lips. My eyes are still closed and I am so intent on what I am doing that I fail to hear the door open and close. I feel a hand on my inner thigh and freeze, opening my eyes as I see the conductor standing in front of me. "God you look so fuckin' horny like that, I want to taste you." I melt. I feel my pussy contract in anticipation of what this man is about to do. He leans down and tongues my pussy in a long and slow lick. He then parts my lips with his thumbs and proceeds to kiss my inner lips, sucking them into his mouth. I feel his finger slide into my lady, swiftly followed by another while his tongue continues its assault on the outside. My hips buck to allow him access and he touches my clit, fleetingly, with the tip of his tongue. I let out a long low and very horny moan. He stops what he is doing and I open my eyes to look at him wondering why he has stopped when I am so close. He stands up and takes my hand, pulling me up out of my seat. He half drags me to the table a couple of rows down, hikes my skirt over my arse and pushes me over the table. Oh God. I hear him unzip his trousers and feel his eager manhood bounce against my bum cheeks as it's released from the confines of his underwear. He spreads my legs and lewdly rubs his steel hard cock up and down my wet crack, bumping my exposed and highly aroused clit with each stroke. I moan and say, "Fuck me, please, fuck me hard, so hard that you make me scream." He doesn't need telling twice and his throbbing and steel hard shaft nudges at the entrance to my dark, wet and tight pussy. We both moan as he pushes into her, and my eager, red hot pussy grips him as he slides in and out. This is so dirty and so fucking horny, he really is rock hard and his big cock nudges my special spot on its way past making me even wetter. He grabs hold of my hips and increases his speed as he fucks me harder. His balls are slapping against my clit and bringing me closer to my orgasm. I am so wet that our fucking makes real squelching noises and even that is horny. I look out of the window in front of me and see we are passing a group of railway engineers in their orange jackets. They see us, and a couple raise their fists in salute. I squeeze hard, making my hole so tight for him and that feeling does it for me. I scream out. "Oh God, I'm coming, harder, I'm coming!" I feel the shock of my orgasm squeeze him so hard and as I whimper he jerks and pushes into me as he empties his load of hot, horny cum into my convulsing pussy. I collapse onto the table, breathless and he strokes my hips as my lady sucks every last drop of his sticky white fluid from his balls. I can hardly speak but manage to say, in between breaths, "Oh God, hun, that was so good. You were so good." We quickly pull ourselves together and tidy up as best we can and he turns to me, and smiling, says, "You're a naughty, horny girl. You didn't tell me you were travelling up today; I wasn't expecting you until weekend!" The Train Working as a government spy can be dangerous. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (36.5 min/mp3) * * * * * The Train All morning you were having second thoughts. What in the world had you gotten yourself into you wondered? Pacing back and forth trying to figure out if you should email me or call me and make up some excuse to cancel. You already knew I wasn't a very conventional person and my proposed date wasn't exactly the most convenient either. Here it was less than five hours from the time we were to meet and you had agreed to take a train with me from San Jose to Napa for a weekend at a bed and breakfast. Never in your wildest dreams would you have thought that you would agree to an all night date with someone you had never met much less a weekend. Could you still cancel you thought? You pick up the phone to call and you get through four numbers before hanging up quickly. You sit down at the computer and try repeatedly to come up with an excuse to cancel and then out of the blue you received an email from me. Excited at first and then a bit insecure...Was me canceling on you? You opened the email and it read as follows: "Hi Kendra. I just thought I would take a second to check in and see how you were doing and to also share something with you...Quite honestly, I'm a little nervous about this whole weekend date thing. I will understand if you want out of it. Perhaps a date of meeting for a glass of wine or something would be better for a first date. In any case, I don't want you to feel uncomfortable so if you would rather cancel I totally understand" Take care! Keith Wow! Maybe this guy wasn't expecting too much you thought. I then hit you, you were totally cool with everything now and a sense of calm came over you. You emailed back telling me not to be silly and you were totally looking forward to meeting me at the train station. About 45 minutes later a ring at the door. Upon opening the door after first checking through the peep hole a man greeted you with an arrangement of flowers and a card. The smell was intoxicating and the flowers beautiful! The card read...."Well, I hope we are still going because I have no way to stop these from being delivered. lol! Looking forward to a great weekend!" Keith You couldn't stop smiling and you felt like a school girl with her first crush once again. Looking at the clock you noticed it was 12:15 and you were to meet me at 3:00pm at the train station. So much to still do and so little time you thought. You had packed some things just in case you decided not to back out but you still had a little more to do. "Maybe some music will get me going you thought." You turned on your stereo a little louder than usual and finished packing. Then it was time to take a bath so you ran the water and dropped a few oils and bath gels in before lighting a few candles You carried the arrangement of flowers in and set them on your sink for some reason and then you danced to the music as you began to undress, slowly, playfully you disrobed in front of the mirror doing a mock strip tease. You pouted your lips in the mirror and giggled as you stood there and dropped your final piece of clothing which was your bra. "Hummm, Not bad you thought" You felt free and liberated as well as excited and titilated. You walked to your kitchen naked and opened the refrigerator door. The cool breeze bellowed out and immersed your entire body. You closed your eyes for a moment as the cool air created goose bumps and your nipples were brought to attention. It was Friday and this was going to be YOUR weekend to cut loose and leave nothing on the table. Spying a bottle of white wine on the door of the refrigerator you thought "Why not" Poured yourself a glass and headed back to the bathtub for a relaxing bath. Slowly you placed your right foot into the warm water as you sipped your wine. The water was near perfect as you stepped in completely and began to lower yourself. The lights were off and the room was lit by the single candle you brought in earlier. The smell of the candles and the flowers was overwhelming to your senses. Submerged in the water with just your head and neck exposed you drank your wine and thought about what would transpire. A warm wash cloth covered your eyes and the glass had now been emptied as you lay in a state of total relaxation. Thoughts of me crept into your mind and you found yourself beginning to massage your outer thighs. Up to your hips and then gently, barely your fingers edged over your nipples to your neck and chin before slowly heading back. Slowly, methodically your hands cupped your breasts for a moment before continuing down the center of your stomach to your belly button eventually coming to rest against your beautifully shaven pussy. Your lips were swollen and you instantly felt aroused at the thought of meeting me. You fantasized about what I would do to you and what you would do you me. Before long you were feverishly masturbating and moaning, water splashing from side to side. Your eyes still closed as you approached orgasm. The candle had been extinguished by the water and you could smell the faint smoke as you kept going and going and going until finally....you came! What in the world??? Never had you cum so quickly...You were even more aroused now and light headed. The wash cloth had fallen into the water, you gathered your composure and in somewhat of a daze you pulled the plug. It felt as though your senses were heightened as you walked away with the sound of the water draining in the background......Now, pull yourself together Kendra, you thought! Come on, pick out something to wear...... You had remembered that I said I liked casual and comfortable. There was a time to dress up and there was a time to be yourself and you felt that this was that time. You picked out your favorite pair of faded jeans that had strategic rips throughout the legs and rear. Pushing hanger after hanger from one side to the other seeking the perfect top to go with your faded jeans you elected to go with a simple white tank top in complete contrast to the black lacey bra you had purchased the day before. The Train I recently had the pleasure of taking a leisurely trip by train, across this great nation of ours. It was three nights on the train and the experience proved to be much more interesting than I had anticipated. It was the morning of the second day when we were stopped in Saskatoon and I opened my eyes. I realized what I had done. I had my own cabin and although it was small, it was large enough to accommodate a fold down bed, which was extremely comfortable. When I retired the night before I was very tired and forgot to pull my shade down, as it was extremely dark outside, at the time. My bed was at the same level as the window and when I opened my eyes I freaked out. We had stopped at the station and the sun had just come up. I jumped up and tried to pull the shade down as quickly as I could and as I fumbled with the mechanism I saw a young man standing on the platform, next to two older people. He was staring at me, with his mouth slightly open. I sleep nude and I know he could see my breasts as well as a possible quick glimpse my pussy. I finally managed to get the shade down, threw my tracksuit on and quickly walked to the shower stall at the end of the car. I showered, returned to my cabin, dressed and went for breakfast, slowly putting the morning events from my mind. I spent time in my cabin reading and enjoying the view and had almost forgotten my embarrassment until I went to the dining car for lunch and saw him sitting next to the older people from the platform. I caught his stare and nervously smiled. I was sure he had seen me in my 'morning glory' and felt my face flush, as he stared at me when I walked by. I ate quietly and decided to go to the bar car for a glass of wine only to see the three of them sitting there staring out the window. The older man (he was actually my age), it turned out was the father. He smiled and said hello and I returned the greeting. He began to chat with me and it was not long when I learned that he and his wife were sending their son, Ben to Toronto as a birthday gift for his eighteenth birthday. I was surprised and looked at the boy, who smiled for the first time. I did not think he was eighteen, but wished him a happy birthday. I wanted to ask him if he enjoyed my present this morning when he stared into my cabin window, but thought better of it. The parents were de-training in Winnipeg later that afternoon and their son, Ben would be continuing on by himself. We talked and drank more wine and actually got along well. The parents were friendly and well spoken and although Ben was very shy, he seemed like a nice boy. We were about 30 minutes from Winnipeg and the father said he would go and get their belongings. The mother asked about accommodation and I explained that I had a cabin. They said Ben had a berth (the basic difference is that a berth is two bunk beds with a curtain for privacy, where as a cabin has a sink, a toilet and a door, which locks). The father returned and asked his wife if she was ready. They said goodbye to their son and asked me to keep an eye on him. I think it was his first trip alone and based on his shyness I assumed he leads a very sheltered life. I remembered thinking about myself at eighteen; what a difference. Ben walked them to the door and I saw them on the platform. A few minutes later Ben returned and I asked him if he wanted a glass of wine. I forgot that legal drinking age is 19 and when I ordered a second glass the waiter looked at Ben and then at me. I smiled and he left, returning a moment later with two glasses of Shiraz. We chatted a bit about school and when I looked at my watch I saw it was nearly supper time. I asked Ben if he wanted to join me and he said he did. I returned to my cabin to freshen up and when I stood I realized the wine was taking its effect. I washed in the small sink and used the toilet. I decided to change my blouse and opted for a clean, white one. I looked in the mirror, still pleased with my shape. Although I was in my late fifties my daily trips to the aerobic gym had paid off. There was little fat and even after two kids I had maintained a shapely form. By breasts were sagging slowly and although I had gone from a C cup to a D cup I had maintained a 36 inch circumference, so I was quite pleased. My nipples have always been perky and noticeable. In high school I used to cover them with adhesive tape to avoid cruel comments from my peers. I looked at my bra and decided to be little adventurous. I took it off and put on my blouse. I felt a tingle when I thought about Ben seeing my nipples push against the blouse, especially after having viewed me nude this morning. I noticed Ben's eyes drop to my breasts several times during dinner, thinking that I did not notice, but we did make eye contact one time. I asked him if everything was OK and he nodded. After dinner we played bingo and stared at the stars above the dark prairie outside. He asked if I knew how to turn his seat into a bed and I explained the staff would bring it down. I suggested we go and check it out, as it was getting late and probably time to retire. He wasn't impressed with his accommodation and I didn't blame him. He had the upper bunk with no window. It was narrow and dark. He asked me about my cabin and I tried to downplay it. He seemed interested and I asked if he wanted to see it. They had already put my bed down for the night so there was no where to go except to sit on it. Ben said it was nice and I asked him if he wanted to come in for a minute. He did and we sat in the bed. I reached for the shade and pulled it down, mentioning that I forgot to do that the night before. I looked at Ben for a reaction. He stared at me. "You saw me this morning, didn't you?" I asked, putting him on the spot. He stared at me nervously and slowly nodded his head. "It's OK," I said, smiling. "It was my own fault. I was quite embarrassed." I asked if he had seen a nude woman before and he shook his head. "So what did you think of the view?" I asked. He was a little squeamish but said I was pretty. I asked if he thought i was fat and he said no. "Well, you are sweet," I replied. "But I think I could lose a few pounds." he looked at me, forcing a smile. "Besides," I added, "You only saw me from a distance, through a dirty window." I smiled. I pushed my breasts forward almost into him and asked him if they were too fat. "No... no... they're, uhm... not," he stammered. I looked him straight in the eye. "Would you like to see them up close?" I asked. I was shocked at my own words. If I had not had the wine I would never do anything like this. It was certainly a fantasy of mine, as it is with many women, but to act on it was quite out of my character. Ben nodded in disbelief and I slowly began to unbutton my blouse. He was staring intensely, his lips parted in anticipation. "Are you OK?" I asked. He nodded, never taking his eyes off my slow, deliberate undressing process. When I finished I opened my blouse and cupped my hands over my breasts. "And you have never seen a nude woman before?" I asked, again." "No... only in magazines," he said slowly. "Well. What do you think?" I asked, slowly removing my hands and allowing my breasts to fall free. He stared and I opened my blouse further exposing my nakedness for his innocent eyes to see. "Do you think they are OK?" "They... they are beautiful," he stammered. I smiled. "You can touch them if you like," I said, somewhat nervous, as I spoke. He stared at my breasts and then at my face. I smiled reassuringly. He had a look of astonishment and I was rapidly becoming excited, as I watched his opportunity of reaching manhood approach. "It's OK," I said. "No one will know." I knew he was shy and afraid to move so I took his hand and placed it on one of my breasts. He rubbed slowly and I told him to squeeze. I felt the pressure in his hands increase slightly as he pushed harder on my soft flesh. "Squeeze harder," I whispered. "They won't break." I felt his pressure increase and the feeling , coupled with the action sent shivers throughout my groin. I told him to use both hands and he slowly raised his second hand and placed it n my other beast. "Now squeeze really hard," I commanded. He did and the shivers riveted throughout my body. "Pinch my nipples, Ben." He looked into my eyes and moved his hands to the perky buttons on the end of my breasts. "Pull and pinch," I said. He did. "Harder," I ordered. He did. "Harder," I repeated. He did and the pain shot through me. I felt moisture forming between my legs, as I took advantage of this naive boy entering manhood. I asked him how it made him feel and he said really nice. I asked him where and he looked up at me. "There," I said, as I pointed to his groin. Sheepishly he nodded. I reached down and placed my hand against his lap. I pushed slightly against the denim material of his jeans and asked if this was where it made him feel good? He nodded slowly and I asked if I could see it. Again he stared at me in disbelief. I lifted my hand and placed it on his neck, pulling his head toward me. I leaned forward and allowed my moist lips to touch his. I pressed hard and pushed my tongue slowly against his lips. It took a few moments, but finally he parted them. I allowed my tongue to slip between and made contact with his. I began to push my tongue in and out of his mouth. My tongue acted like a penis, probing a wet vagina and I moved my hand to massage his groin. I moved my other hand down and slowly began to unbutton his jeans. I felt him shake as I reached in and slipped my hand beneath his underpants and came into contact with his member. It was not quite hard, due to his nervousness. I told him to lay down, which he did and I squatted over his ankles and tugged on his jeans, pulling them down. I leaned forward and slowly, deliberately slid his underpants down, along his knees. His penis was small for his age, but it was pointing straight up. I reached and touched him and he trembled. "Can I suck you?" I asked. I did not wait for an answer and lowered my head, slowly opening my mouth to take his shiny little helmet between my lips. I licked it gently and felt him pulsate against my tongue. It made me feel motherly to have control over him and it only took a minute until he I felt his muscles tighten and his body stiffen. I kept him in my mouth during his entire orgasm and swallowed his squirting semen as it shot deep against my throat. He finally relaxed and I let his penis lay softly in my mouth as it began to soften. i asked if he would mind if I undressed and he shook his head. I told him to remove his shirt and crawl under the covers so he would not be cold. He watched me closely as I removed my jeans. I climbed under the covers and took my thong off. "Was it good," I asked. He nodded. "Can I ask you something personal?" I asked. He stared and nodded. "Was this the first time that a woman satisfied you?" I knew he was embarrassed and I thought perhaps I should not have asked the question. He nodded and I leaned over and kissed him. "I'm glad it was me," I said and smiled. "Would you mind if I satisfy myself?" I asked. "I'm very horny." I was extremely amorous and needed to do something quickly. He shook his head and stared at my face while I masturbated. I came quickly and we rested for a few minutes. The rocking motion of the train was soothing and we were almost asleep. "Do you want to spend the night here?" I asked. He nodded and I smiled. I moved my hand under the covers along his stomach and rested it on his soft penis. I began to massage it slowly and felt it come to life. "I really want you to fuck me," I said. "Would you like that?" He did not answer, instead he just stared at me. "I will help you," I added, trying to make him feel more comfortable. When he was very hard I told him to roll on top of me. I opened my legs and moved so his penis was throbbing against my wet opening. I lifted my knees slightly and reached down to guide him inside me. "Stick your cock in me," I ordered. He moved a little and with my help he slipped his throbbing member inside my womanhood. He began to pump and I could feel the foreskin of his uncircumcised cock slide back and forth inside my wet pussy. I moved the covers back and lifted my les, wrapping them around his back. I held him tight and used my hands to push his buttocks hard against me. "Fuck me!" I yelled and he looked at the door. I realized I was loud and tried to muffle my moans. "Fuck my cunt, as hard as you can," I whispered. He pushed hard and I could feel his thrusts against me. His cock felt so good and I knew I was near another climax. "Make me cum," I said. "Make me cum now!" He pushed hard and I heard him moan as he stiffened his body. He thrust his cock into me as hard as he could and I felt his sperm shoot inside me. It was enough to send me over the edge and I came hard. I shook and twitched, holding his cock in me as long as I could. It was an amazing orgasm and I knew he enjoyed it as well. "I want you to eat me," I commanded. He stared at me. "Now!" I ordered. He looked at my cum drenched pussy and began to move his body down. A moment later I felt his tongue licking my clean honey pot. Every three weeks I go to a spa to have my vagina waxed. It is smooth and clean and I knew he was enjoying himself. "Do you like the taste of my pussy?" I asked. He looked up and nodded. "Eat me Ben. Lick my cunt and clean your cum out of it." I was so turned on by this stranger, knowing he was licking his own semen out of my most private area. Although it took about twenty minutes of his inexperienced fellatio I felt a third climax approaching. I pushed on his head and told him to eat my cunt as hard as he could and when I felt his teeth scrape my clit I exploded like a volcano that had waited centuries to erupt. I could not stop cumming and I felt my love juice stream from my puss. I held his head in place as long as I could and I heard him cough as he tried to swallow my stream. After what seemed an eternity I released my grip and he came up for air. "I'm sorry," I said as I stared at his red face. "It was just so good. Possibly the best orgasm I have ever had." "Really?" he asked, quite surprised. "Really!" I answered. "I always squirt when I cum, but seldom this much." He seemed pleased with himself and I am sure he will always remember the loss of his virginity. We fell asleep and woke early the next morning. I suggested he dress and go to his bunk in the event the attendant was concerned. He did and I laid quietly reminiscing about the evening before. I felt somewhat guilty, knowing my husband was at home, probably working and being faithful. I was surprised when I realized I was still wet between my legs and moved my hand down to feel. I brought it up and tasted my own juice. The nectar was sweet and the act made me feel dirty. I reached down and used two fingers, again lifting them to my lips. I sucked them dry and again touched my self. I slipped two fingers inside and began to finger myself. I opened the shade and let the sun stream in. I pushed the covers down and lay naked before the window. Feverishly I masturbated and when the train slowed as we passed a road crossing I waited for the precise moment when a truck was waiting in the intersection. The driver stared at me in disbelieve and I allowed my feelings to explode yet again. I turned my head and smiled and saw the stranger smile back. I closed my eyes and laid in pure exhaustion. The experience was one I would probably never repeat, but I would recommend an overnight train journey to everyone. The Train Colin was a large man, in every way. He was over six foot tall and weighed over two hundred pounds, all of it muscle. His job in the Australian outback was a tough one, and you had to be fit to survive. Now, however, he was on holiday, visiting Japan and enjoying the sites, just another tourist in that busy city. One of the things that Colin was going to experience was the Japanese train system. Coming from an area where the human population was measured in square miles per person rather than people per square mile the idea of trains crowded the way the Japanese system was supposed to be was a novel attraction to him. Colin asked at the hotel for directions to a station and headed on down. The platform wasn't too crowded and when the train arrived Colin found that it wasn't as crowded as he had been led to expect. He shrugged to himself and boarded anyway, noted that there were no seats available and took up a position near the door. The next station and more passengers, and Colin noted that the train was starting to get a little crowded. Then another station, and oh, my god, it seemed a thousand women were trying to board his carriage. Office staff, secretaries, typists and shop assistants, dozens of young women were suddenly surrounding him, hemming him in. Colin stood there bemused, totally unused to being surrounded by young women who were pressing close to him. There was a general lurch to the side as the train took a bend, and Colin felt a tender young bottom press firmly against his groin, with what he considered perfectly natural results. His cock promptly stirred and struggled to stand erect, prodding hard at the bottom next to him. Without even looking the woman gave a small grunt of annoyance and her hand came around to push his cock away from her behind. Fortunately for Colin her hand came around at an angle and upward, effectively helping his cock into an upright position where it stood tall and proud. The hand seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then it ran down to the base of his erection and then very quickly up to the top before withdrawing. The woman then said something to the girls which obviously startled them. Very shortly there were comments flying back and forth, sounding to Colin like the chattering of a flock of budgerigars. He smiled at the thought; he was surrounded by a flock of colourful little birds like budgies. The chatter stopped for a moment and Colin received a shock when another hand darted in front of him and ran up the length of his erection. Then a third hand slipped in, tested and withdrew. The chattering started again, with Colin wondering what the hell was going on. He'd heard that women got groped on the trains, but men? A few more hands darted around, and whether Colin turned to one side or the other it just seemed to give a different set of groping hands access. "What the hell is going on?" he demanded. The chattering stopped and a voice replied, "Ah. You are American." "Not me," said Colin. "Australian." "Ah, Aussie," said the voice and added something in Japanese that set the twittering off again. "You are very big, Aussie," said the voice. "How big do you be?" "About six foot, six," replied Colin. "That would be about two metres." The answer was relayed to the girls, evoking shrieks of laughter. The voice continued, "We do not mean how tall you are. We mean how tall you are here?" and a hand again reached out to touch him. "Never mind," said Colin, shocked. "You tell or we have to measure," giggled the voice. "Better you tell." Colin swore to himself. Just what had he gotten into. "OK, um, let's see, in metric I'm about 25 centimetres." The information was passed on to the crowd, with a lot of chattering following in its wake. After a while the general talk seemed to fade and a couple of specific points were obviously being discussed. Then the crush around him seemed to lessen slightly, and suddenly Colin found himself with free space around him. He felt slightly insulted. Did they think he was going to attack them or something. It turned out to be slightly worse than that. "Aussie, some of the women say you might be lying," said the woman who appeared to be the accepted speaker. "They insist you show." "Show?" said an indignant Colin. "What do they mean show." "Take it out. Show us." There was a giggle, and the woman continued, "You show or we look anyway." "No way," stated Colin. "I'm not taking it out just so you can look at me and laugh." His reply was met by a brisk spate of Japanese, and to Colin's horror hands promptly reached around and started tugging down his zip. While he was pushing the first few hands away others darted past his arms and swiftly unzipped him. Trying to brush away the fluttering hands and also trying to pull his zip back up he quickly realised it was a losing battle as a hand slipped into his fly and seized the prize, pulling it into view. Now the hands around him were clinging to his arms, preventing from tidying himself up, and he watched in frustration as the crowd around him seemed to eddy and flow as the women all made sure that they got a good look at him. A mocking voice reached his ears. "It seems you tell fibs, Aussie," he was informed. "You more than 25 centimetre. There're penalties for telling fibs." The woman started speaking to the crowd, evidently making some sort of point as discussions quickly broke out amongst the women. Eventually some sort of consensus was reached. "OK, Aussie, a couple of things you need to know. One, this train pulls up before the next station and waits for ten minutes until other trains go. Two, Japanese are gamblers. We love to bet. We are going to take it in turns to give you a hand job. Each person has a minute to play with you. The one who makes you come takes the money. Enjoy." "Wait," yelled Colin, only to gasp as a firm little hand seized his cock and started stroking it. He didn't believe this. This sort of thing just did not happen. Colin watched as his cock was gently but firmly stroked, the hand staring at the base of his erection and making its way steadily to the top where it wrapped itself around his head and massaged it, manipulating his cock as though changing gears on a truck. Colin was sweating, feeling every impulse going straight to his groin, and didn't know if he was relieved or disappointed when a voice snapped what he assumed was the Japanese of time, and the hand withdrew. As the next hot little hand latched onto him he realised that relief or disappointment would be premature. They were going to keep going until he came. He gasped and gritted his teeth as the hand danced lightly around his cock. A touch completely different to the first, but just as much appreciated by his eager shaft. Again the call of time, and again the change of hands. "How," he wondered, "could each new hand be so completely different while still doing the same basic job?" Colin sweated through the third exploration, to the obvious approval of the crowd. He could hear chatter in the background and realised that various wagers were being placed on exactly when he would come. The fourth and fifth hands came along to help accumulate the torment. Colin found that little break between hands was letting him settle a little, resulting in the next woman having to build him back up to the previous point before taking him nearer to the finishing point. On the sixth round there was a change of pace. Instead of the next hand greedily clutching his member, a thin piece of silk was dropped over his straining head. There were a few shouts of protests but they were apparently overruled as the woman who owned the silk reached down and, taking either side of it, began to run it back and forth across his swollen cock. The sensitive nerves in the tip of his cock came to screaming life, and Colin almost bit his tongue to prevent himself from yelling. The scrape of the silk seemed to last an eternity and Colin found himself desperately listening for the call of time. It came, and Colin almost sagged, wondering what was next. The next woman posed a question to the group, while lightly holding his weapon, gently stroking and comforting it while she waited for the group decision. On getting the go ahead, the woman knelt down and her mouth closed gently over his cock. Colin looked towards the time keeper and English speaker. "What?" he managed to gasp? "The woman laughed at him. "She prefers to give blow job, and we agreed. Having fun yet?" His cock was enclosed in a warm, wet mouth, a tongue was doing wicked things to him and teeth were gently scraping against his head. Colin was lost. He ejaculated, his hand coming down automatically to hold the woman in place while he relieved himself of the load that the women had built up inside him. Gasping in his relief, he could hear the women cheering and could see money changing hands. Then his final tormenter was rising, smiling, hand out for her winnings, leaving Colin standing there, exhausted. "Hey Aussie," said his interpreter. "You catch train again tomorrow. We have another contest, yes?" Colin said nothing. He tidied his clothes and considered the outback. One man per square mile, and the women even scarcer. Maybe he should ship some of these ones home with him. Especially that one with the silk scarf. The Train Ugh, I hate getting on these crowded trains. My girlfriend, Diane, who I'm actually on the train right now to go see, told me that a couple years ago some creep tried to feel her up on a crowded train just like this one. I hope that doesn't happen to me. She's a pretty attractive girl, and so am I, not that I'm bragging or anything, and I bet a pervert would love to get his grubby hands on me! I can only hope that doesn't happen. Well, off we go. It's gonna be a while until this train reaches the next stop. I can't believe I couldn't find a seat! A hot, busty woman like myself, and nobody was willing to give up their seat! Oof! Hey, watch out there, guy behind me! I'm fragile! I know this train is crowded, but that's no excuse to... ...did the guy behind me just touch my ass? I think he did! Did he just incidentally brush up against it, or was it intentional? He didn't grab anything, and I can't see what he's doing, so I can't be certain, but I'm pretty sure he meant to do that! H-hey! He touched it again! That time was definitely intentional! Who does this creep think he is? Ugh, this train's too crowded. I can't turn around and slap this perv upside his stupid little head without causing a scene. W-what the--? He...he's grabbing my ass! There's no mistaking it, this guy is groping me in a crowded train! Oh my god! Now his other hand is down there too! He's groping and kneading my ass, like I'm just a plaything to him! Oh, god...I-I'm getting turned on! why is it turning me on? "Aah..." D-did I just let out a moan?!? Oh my GOD! I-I don't think anybody else heard it... His hands are moving up my waist now, tracing my figure! S-something's pressing into my ass! Is that...it's gotta be his cock! He's hard already! Oh shit! He's got both hands on my breasts! This creep is groping my huge tits on a public train! W-why does it feel so good??? "Ohh..." Shit! I just moaned again! Nobody else on the train seems to notice, though... What the--? This guy's starting to grind on me! I can feel his cock rubbing my asscheeks through my jeans! This is fucked up! Fuck...I don't hate it, though...m-maybe if I go along with the molestation, it'll be over before the next stop. How do you like this, big boy? That's right, perv! I'm rubbing my ass into your cock! I'll have this creep cumming in his pants in no time, and then I can finally be rid of him! His hands are moving down now. Maybe I don't have to make this guy cum to be rid of him after all. If his hands are going where I think they're going, I have a bit of a surprise in store for him! He'll be off me in an instant when he feels... ...that's it! His hands are entering my jeans! "Aah..." I let out another moan as his hands touched my cock! All right, creep, now that you've found out the girl you're groping on a train has a dick, you're gonna... ...oh my GOD! He...he's still touching my cock! He's stroking my cock! Oh, fuck...this is bad...I'm getting hard inside my jeans, and this guy is still stroking my cock! "Oh, god..." I'm so fucking turned on! My cock is fully erect inside my jeans, and this guy's still stroking it! Wait a second...one of his hands is moving...oh yes, cup my balls...wait, it's still moving...oh god! It's in my pussy! I'm being jerked off and fingerbanged at the same time by a stranger on the train! And his cock is still rubbing against me... "Aaahhh..." At this rate, I'm gonna cum well before he does! Oh god...his fingers in my pussy feel amazing...I can feel my juices staining my jeans, but I don't care...precum is coming from the tip of my cock, staining my crotch, but I don't care...just make me cum, you sexy, lustful pervert! Oh god! "Oooohhh..." I'm moaning like crazy now from having my cock and pussy played with, but nobody else on the train seems to notice! I never thought being molested on a train could be so amazing! Feeling this guy's cock rubbing my ass makes me want to do something more... "P-please..." He stopped. How considerate, but that's not what I want... "...fuck me." Okay, what's he gonna do...did I cross a line? Do perverts on trains only just grope? I don't know what the proper etiquette is, but fuck, I need his cock so badly...I want to cum from this train molester's cock... He...he's tugging the rear of my jeans down! Oh yes! He's gonna fuck me! The front of my jeans is still up, covering my cock. I hear pants being unzipped behind me. It's happening! He's pressing his cock against my pussy lips now...wow, it feels bigger than it did when it was in his pants! "I want it..." God, I can't believe how slutty I turned for this train molester! My pussy's oozing juices all over his cock, my cock's leaking precum like crazy, I need to cum! "Aah!" He did it! I yelped out in surprise and pleasure at his cock entering my tight pussy, but fortunately nobody on the train seemed to notice! Oh god, his cock feels so good, filling up my pussy like this... This guy is stirring up my insides way better than any dildo ever could... Wait...one of his hands is moving from my hips...and...and it's wrapping itself around my cock! He's gonna jerk me off while fucking my pussy! Oh fuck...this is too much to take...this train molester stroking my cock while pounding my pussy...I'm gonna cum soon! His pounding is getting more urgent now...I think he's gonna cum soon as well...oh god... "I want us to cum together." He's picking up the pace! Oh god, my balls are starting to tighten up! I can feel his cock swelling inside my cunt...he's gonna blow his load! And so am I! CUMMING!!! Oh fuck! My cock and pussy are cumming simultaneously, while this train molestor cums inside of me! I can feel hot jets of his semen pummeling the walls of my cunt while I cum all over his throbbing dick, tightening up over him as my own dick bucks and shoots load after load of cum into my jeans. My jeans are totally ruined now, but I don't fucking care! This feels so good! Oh god...oh god...I'm finally coming down...my cock is coughing up its last few weak spurts of cum, further staining my jeans as my semen runs down my left leg, leaving a sticky, gooey trail in its wake...the guy is pulling his cock out of me now, and cum is pouring from my pussy down my inner thighs. This was incredible... "Thank you." I can already hear the man zipping up his pants. He's pulling my pants back up, too, making sure I'm not naked on the train. How courteous! Now if only I could do something about the very obvious cumstains everywhere... The train is coming to a stop! I'm already at my destination! Before I get off, I have to thank the... ...where'd he go? The guy was just here a second ago, but as soon as I turned around he's gone! Ugh, I'm never gonna find him in this crowd...I just wanted to thank him for fucking me silly on the train! But of course, in typical (I guess it's typical) train molester fashion, as soon as the train comes to a stop, he's gone, leaving me out of breath and with messy pants. Oh well. I'd better stick with the crowd to reduce my chances of being seen in this state. I'll take a slight detour to clean up in a bathroom before seeing Diane. I'm sure she'll love to hear about what happened on the train... And who knows? Maybe I'll get lucky again on the train ride home... The Train Jenny squeezed into the tiny pocket of space near the back of the crowded subway. Her phone dinged to announce the arrival of a new email, and she looked down at it. Something about travel reimbursement. Okay. She flipped it open. Her mind was distracted from the email as the train jolted into motion. She stumbled backwards and something pushed into her from behind. The car was packed and she couldn't quite turn around, but she caught a glimpse of the man in a gray business suit standing behind her. She shuffled forward a little bit to accommodate whatever the object was, but... The train slowed and she felt it push into her again. She craned her neck and for the first time realized there was no briefcase. The man behind her had his hips thrust forward, grinding against Jenny's ass through her white skirt. As he thrust forward again, she felt something hard and warm press between her ass cheeks. Shit. Jenny tried frantically to remember what one was supposed to do in situations like this. Her eyes darted around the packed subway car. She was sandwiched into a crowd of businessmen, none of whom seemed to be paying any attention to her. She just had to make eye contact with someone, let them know what was going on... "Ssshhhhh..." the man behind her muttered, leaning close to her ear. Jenny felt hands reach around her thighs and pull her back slightly, squashing her into his pelvis. His hands curled around to her inner thighs and began to lightly stroke up and down as he bucked against her. She shivered at the stranger's touch while his hands slowly moved up, almost to the bottom of her panties, and then back down again. Looking around the car, Jenny finally made eye contact with a man a few spots away. Her eyes bored into his, imploring him to do something, and she saw his expression change as he realized what was going on...and then turned away. The rubbing against her thighs stopped as hands moved up her body now, over her hips and taught stomach...up to her blouse. She felt him cup her breasts through the fabric and give them a squeeze, and his fingers found her nipples, pulling on them gently. Jesus. In bed, Jenny's nipples were her weakness. Her boyfriend could instantly transform her from a stressed, busy woman to a sex-crazed nympho with a little well-placed squeezes—and apparently her body didn't see the distinction from what was happening now. She slowly let out a breath as a tingle spread over her body. Was he noticing? He continued to pinch and pull on her nipples, and Jenny felt blood begin to rush to her groin, her clit beginning to swell as this stranger groped her breasts. You can't get off on this, Jenny she told herself, but her body didn't seem to care. Had anyone noticed her predicament? Glancing around the train car, she noticed for the first time that some of the men around her were looking directly at her...but strangely impassive, just standing there. Suddenly, she felt the top button of her blouse pop open as the man behind her fumbled with them, grinding into her faster. Jenny reached for her tormentor's hand, trying to pull him off, but he caught her wrist and pulled it back. The first button was followed by a second, and a third, and a few seconds later the fabric fell to the floor, leaving Jenny standing in just her pink bra. She was the center of attention now...but as she looked around the train car she realized that she had made a horrible miscalculation. The crowd of men around her were staring at her with expressions of lust, their eyes boring into her body as she stood topless. As the realization hit, the man behind her shoved her forward "Have at her." The crowd shoved in around Jenny, and the sound of a dozen zippers moving down filled the air. As Jenny watched in shock, hard cocks appeared in the crowd surrounding her, the men stroking them as they pressed in around her. Jenny closed her eyes and she felt someone ripping away her bra, her breasts bouncing as it was yanked off of her body. There were hands all over her, touching and squeezing her. She felt her skirt pulled to the floor and a hand snaked between her legs, pushing her thighs apart, moving up to the base of her panties, and pulling them aside. Jenny tried to clamp her legs together, but to no avail, and the man found her clit, tracing around it in little circles. In spite of herself, Jenny felt herself becoming wetter and hotter as the man stimulated her. Her eyes jolted open as something hot and wet splattered into her chest one of the men crowding around her jerked as he shot jets of cum over Jenny's body, covering her stomach. As his orgasm ended, he stepped back and another took his place, stroking his thick cock frantically until a spray of semen burst from it. The man fingering her clit was going faster now, fingers entering her, circling around the entrance to her hole. As more strangers hands groped her, she felt tension building and realized what was going to happen. Jenny's legs shook as her pussy contracted around the fingers of the man violating her, sending waves of paradoxical pleasure up her body. Trying to deny them the pleasure of what they had done to her, she bit her lip, determined not to make a sound...but it as she groaned involuntarily, her whole body flushing. Her legs shook and she lost her balance, her fall to the ground buffered by the crowd of men. Lying on the ground, Jenny felt cum begin to rain down on her as they orgasmed, spraying it all over her legs, stomach, face hair. Her eyes remained closed, but she heard low groans as they came, using her body. As time stretched on, the felt the train decelerate and the brakes screech, pulling to a stop. As the doors whoosed open, she felt the men release her body and exit the train, and lay there, alone.