The words were startling and incongruous but instantly stimulating. She spoke them with her lip curled, almost through her gritted white teeth, her eyes displaying something between desire and fury: passion, I suppose. And somehow her accent made the dirty words sound more natural – not gratuitous but just plain sexy. She was right at the side of my face to deliver them too, as if they were said for my benefit as much as for his. If she had turned a little toward me and moved forward a mere six inches more she would have kissed me right on the lips. She was using me to support her weight and she just stayed there. Her warmth was scintillating but still alien and slightly oppressive, especially with me so conscious of my clammy skin. I wanted to lean back and away but that would have pressed me into him. Even from the fleeting contacts that the train movement caused I knew that his groin was right at my little bottom, the top of his hips just below mine because I have such long legs.
Her mouth had stayed slightly open and her glossy lower lip shone with the saliva beginning to pool behind it. I felt the same, like the butterfly anticipation of lust was freezing my muscles and could make me dribble at any time. I needed to close my mouth but my breath was coming too heavy now in the heat. Suddenly it felt like we were in a greenhouse, just the three of us, cut off and confined inside the stifling space. My body gave up and began to leach the perspiration so needed in its attempts to keep cool. I could feel the small drips under my armpits descend on their slow-trail journey down my sides. My bra was damp from absorbing the tiny rivulets running from my chest down into my cleavage. When he spoke I almost fainted, the jolt was so great. His voice was low but the breath went right across my ear, sending a tingling shiver rushing through me.
‘If you are such a hot bitch then take your tits out,’ he said. ‘I want to watch you spit on your fingers and rub the wetness into your fat nipples. I want you to pinch and stretch them for me. You know I love to see your tits covered in spit and pussy juice.’
It was only the last part that made me realise it wasn’t me he was talking to. I felt her exhale on my cheek and lean further into me. My own nipples immediately swelled up, their covering bra fabric too thin to possibly mask the growth. I knew she would feel them pressing into the softness of her chest, just as I now felt hers on mine. I had never so much as kissed a girl, yet here I was with some scrumptious, anonymous minx rubbing her engorged teats against mine. She smiled broadly at his suggestion, closing her eyes for a second or two, perhaps debating whether or not to do as he said and pull her top off to let her big soft tits bounce free. My mind was full of her doing his bidding and then offering her spit-wet, swollen nipples up to my waiting mouth. The jagged-cut hair by her ear was dark with dampness and I knew she would register the cool bursts of my faltering breath upon it. It was just as well she was oblivious to my presence because I was falling apart and losing the battle to disguise my excitement. She slowly opened her eyes again and said:
‘I want you to beat my bare ass with your stiff prick and give me the spanking I need. You should feel how hot and sweaty my ass-crack is right now. You should wipe the head of your cock between my fat cheeks, right down over my wet, dirty holes, and then make me suck you clean.’
I could feel the heat between my own buttocks, the tightness of my knicker-string between them soaking up the pungency. My bum is only small but heat like this takes no prisoners. I shivered again at the thought of my underwear being peeled off my cunt and pulled down, of a cock – his cock – sliding in the warm moistness between the cheeks of my bent-over arse. I couldn’t fight the words now. My shock was rapidly being overrun by lust and every word uttered would go straight to my sex, whether I liked it or not. At some point during her filthy sentence I had closed my eyes and they had remained shut. Everything else but their rudeness would now be blocked out. I was praying that it would continue and it did, her dirty goading spurring him into a response.
‘As soon as I get you alone,’ he said, ‘I’m going to bend you over and slam my cock all the way up your slushy cunt. I want to feel your juice squelching out onto my balls. I’m going to hold your arms behind your back and push your face into the pillow and fuck you so hard you’ll think my prick will come out of your mouth.’
Despite his coarseness he spoke softly, just fractions from my ear. Even though she was pressed against me with her cheek almost alongside mine, everything he said seemed like it was just for me. My puss was indeed slushy. The thin gusset of my knickers was bravely clinging on for dear life but it was already sodden and fighting a losing battle to hold back the deluge which would surely soon escape and trickle down my open thighs. My head had been muzzy from the heat but the adrenaline surge had cleared it and his words were converted into instant imagery. I already had a picture of him in my mind: dark, haughty and unshaven; his naked torso glistening with the film of sweat upon it; his hair dripping from the swelter; one hand gripping his thick bare cock and guiding it to my proffered backside, ready to drive it into my defenceless, slippery puss. It was so odd to have this person so close, speaking so intimately right into my ear, and yet to not even know what he looked like, except in my head.
‘Once my prick is deep inside you I will make you come by sliding my thumb all the way up your damp, smelly ass.’
She gasped and I nearly did too, but I managed to bite my lip and hold it in, bizarrely worried that if they heard a peep from me it would alert them to my presence and break the spell. As if they couldn’t see or feel me! He knew for sure that I was there because his lips had turned in closer and were now nearly brushing my ear. I could feel the soft puff of his exhalation on the tiny hairs on my lobe. I was waiting for his tongue-tip to snake out and trace an electric path across my sensitive skin, but it never came. Just as well. If it had I would have shrieked and leapt a mile, or dissolved into a climaxing heap. He must have felt me trembling but he showed no mercy and just kept up with his dirty talk.
‘When you have saturated my cock I am going to take it out and slide it all the way up your sweaty, dirty arse. I’m going to make you take it all, even if you have to hold your butt cheeks apart to let me in. I want to feel my balls on your cummy snatch. I might even push them inside so you can cream all over them too.’
Her breath was coming in pants and her chest was heaving, her nipples riding up and down over my own. Her heat was too much and I knew the sweat would be seeping from my chest and soaking my dress. Once she pulled away I would be left with a circle of dampness on my front for all to see, and everyone would know that I was a dirty bitch on heat. She was no better. She had moved her hips forward and I could feel her short skirt riding up against my thigh. Her legs were also bare and smooth, but hot too, so that when we were rocked into contact our skin seemed to fuse in our moisture, sticking tight and clinging jealously so that you could actually hear the sound as the train motion peeled us apart. Every time we joined again we were more clammy and adhesive than before, and each time we were this close I swear I could smell the sweet muskiness of her desire creeping up between us. I thought that at any time she would grab me, grip my arse and hold me tight to her, riding my thigh like a wanton tart until she came.
‘Give me your cock,’ she said, her voice cracking with urgency.
He ignored her, leaning into me with the rock of the train but staying there, allowing a tentative contact against my back and pushing his hips forward a little, so that I could just sense a hint of his stiff, constrained prick at my bottom. Then the train jolted and there was no mistaking his erection bulging beneath his clothes and pressing into my arse, trying to bury itself along my damp crack. I should have jerked away but I didn’t. I could feel the pulse of his cock even through the combined layers of our clothing. It ran the whole length of my bum and felt like an iron bar. I could hear his breath coming quicker too now. I was sure he would put his arms around me and draw me in but he did not. I stayed bolt upright, desperate for their bodies to close in and sandwich me, my head full of visions of this huge prick inside my tigh
t passage, absolutely ready to spurt, and of the endless torrents he would bless me with. He must have read my mind.
‘I’m going to make you suck my cock straight out of your ass, right to the hilt. I want to watch you cram all your fingers inside your mushy cunt while you suck me and take all my spunk to your face.’
The desire was more evident in his speech now, the whisper becoming more of a hiss as he forced the filthy words out, and I felt a droplet of spittle hit my cheek as he said the word spunk. If he was starting to lose control, hers had all but evaporated. I expected her hands to be all over me, to be grasping and squeezing my tits and arse. I expected her to be thrusting her tongue down my throat. She did none of these things. She stayed as she was, pressing against me, radiating her heat into me but otherwise ignoring me completely. I was desperate to kiss her but I could not. Everything so far was intimate and illicit but at least it was unseen; a kiss would be overt and obvious and would ruin it all. If I stayed quiet and kept my head then no-one else would spot our little oasis of dirtiness within the baking desert of tired, glum, sweating commuters. I could feel the moisture from her mouth like a miniature cloud against my face with each heavy breath forced out of her. I knew her pussy would be raging just like mine, but while I had to stay silent, she could give vent to her lust.
‘Give me your cock,’ she said again, but this time it was an order. ‘I need your cock right now. Give it to me!’
I felt his hand at the small of my back, finding a way between our close bodies. His knuckles pressed my dress to my skin and I could feel the coolness of the sweat-soaked fabric. His hand inched down between us. I felt it at the top of my bum, just above my little jut. Then the back of his hand was brushing my rump and nudging it. I realised what he was doing an instant before I heard his zip come down. He exhaled hard into my ear with the relief of freeing his restrained erection. My blood was bubbling inside me and I felt the fear of anticipation but still I didn’t dare open my eyes and break the spell. She was whispering give it to me, again and again, right into my ear. It meant her lips must have been nearly touching his. I felt his chest slide down my back a little, like he was bending his knees. As he came up again I sensed the brush of my dress against the backs of my thighs and knew instantly that my skirt was being lifted, although I could not feel his hands. Then I felt it. His huge bare prick was under my dress, the head resting just beneath my bum cheeks. Then it was inching forward between my parted legs, the upper side of his erection sliding inexorably along my wet gusset, the pressure of it wringing the juices from the sodden fabric to coat his skin. I could feel the gusset beginning to string, shrinking away as wetness defeated it, sure soon to be swallowed between my ready lips as they swelled to meet his bareness. The tingle of his skin on mine was jellifying and it didn’t stop until his groin was pressed hard against my buttocks. Only his girder cock was holding me up at all. I was praying my saturated knickers would dissolve in my oozing lust so that I could soak the fat meat throbbing hot against me. I knew if I looked down I would have seen the tip of his great prick tenting the front of my dress, but I didn’t dare open my eyes.
She knew what he had done and reached up, her hand also going under my clothes and sliding up my thigh to cup his cock and hold it to my puss. It was almost burning me. She pressed his length to my slit and I could feel the itch of my knicker material inside me. Her fingertips were lightly skimming the delicate bulges of my exposed outer lips, her nails tickling me, making my knees buckle, forcing me harder against him. Oh God I was thinking but she was saying it for me, over and over, in breathed whispers. She was running her fingers underneath his prick and this made her palm squash against my throbbing clit. He was very gently moving back and forth, secretly sliding his cock against my barely covered quim. The heat between us was almost overwhelming and the drops were now running freely from my temples and down the side of my face, where her lips made their light contact.
‘I want to fuck you right now,’ he said. ‘I want to bury this pole inside you and slap it in and out of your fat, saturated cunt until you faint.’
I could feel her pressing harder, her fingertips fluttering against me as she moved her hand over his length. Then she was tickling me, a purposeful action this time and not just a by-product of her wanking motion on his cock. It was the only suggestion I got from her that I was actually a part of their sex game and not some gooseberry who had inveigled her way in and somehow found herself entwined in the masturbation of his big prick. Her nails were skimming over the puffy skin of my labia and grazing the fabric of my stretched-taut knickers. Then with one deft movement she slid her fingers across my puss and took the gusset with them. My cunt was so hot and swollen it felt like a feasted belly popping open a shirt. The gusset stayed firmly to the side, exposing my slit completely so that it spread apart warm and slippy across the top of his shaft and bathed him in another rush of escaping juices. The blissful heat of our naked flesh together almost made me pass out. She continued to press him up into me and tease my lips with her fingernails. I couldn’t help but tense my arse over and over, sending my hips forward in little jerks that slid me back and forth along his length. His cock was straining against me and his breath was coming in sharp bursts, but still his dirty-talk continued.
‘I want to see you sit on some skinny English bitch’s face and grind your nasty hot arse into her so hard her nose goes up your shit-hole and stops her from breathing. I want to see you wipe your cunt juice all over her, just like you did to that whore you met on the bus. I want you to make her taste your ass, to stick her tongue right up inside you, and I want you to reach forward and spank her pussy if she doesn’t do it right.’
I was still buttoning my lip to avoid giving myself away but I was riding his cock harder now, trying to wriggle down onto him and then jam my clit into the heel of her hand on my forward stroke. My saturated quim had spread apart with his shaft between my swollen lips. My excitement seemed to be flooding out of me, tainting the stale air with the obvious smell of sex. Still I could not stop myself. If I opened my eyes the enormity of what I was doing in that so-public place would have stopped me in my tracks. It seemed impossible that our act could not be seen, hidden only by my skirt and from the sheer closeness of those around us. Our noise was masked only by their noise, our smells only by theirs. I kept my eyes closed and kept riding, driven on by the knowledge that I was nothing but a skank being used by these dirty bastards for their filthy act, and that I need not be there at all if not to provide them cover and lubrication for his cock. Even as I was so close to coming she still did not kiss me. She had a firmer grip of his prick to make a closed seal between my body and her hand and I realised that her fingers were moving on his length too, trying to coax his spunk out. He was so close and yet not quite ready.
‘I want to watch her ride your strap-on so I can get behind her and slide my prick into her ass. Then we can fuck both her holes at the same time, just like we did to that black bitch with the fat butt – the one who squirted all over you when she came. I want to take my cock out and spunk all over both your filthy cunts.’
That was it for me. I tensed my thighs to keep her hand and his prick hard against me and I thrust forward over him and into her palm. The pleasure came in such a hot rush I felt sure I would black out. I bucked against him and felt her frantically wanking him from below. I bathed his shaft and her hand, my hot torrent flowing out as they supported my buckling weight. I humped him fast as the heat pounded in my head and threatened to burst me. I finally opened my eyes and looked down. My flimsy dress was rucked up around my middle exposing me completely. His huge, bulging cock-head was sticking out between my thighs, rammed tight up into my slit. She was still cupping his shaft and pressing it up into me from below. Her other hand was clutching the gathered hem of her dress, holding it up to expose her tight white panties and the clearly-defined split of her own sex beneath. She was jerking her hips back and forth too, rubbing his straining glans hard against her covered
clit. The tingling friction of the ever-so-slightly coarse fabric of her panties clearly drove him over the edge. He gasped and soaked her panties with a deluge of hot spunk. The exhilaration of seeing his pulsing pent-up prick shoot was almost enough to make me come once more.
When he began to slump she put her hand to her crotch and rubbed the sticky lumps of his come into her filthy knickers with a shiver and a sigh of pleasure. Then she let go of her dress and it fell to cover our crime. She unstuck herself from me and opened her eyes, and I watched her mouth spread into a smile of delight. Then she shuffled around to face the rucksack wall, standing as if nothing had happened, staring silently into the backs of the noisy German kids. I could already feel his hand at my bottom, working away to stuff his still-twitching prick back inside his pants. I heard the faint noise of the zip and then he too stepped back. The sudden cooling of my soaked dress spread an unwelcome shiver over my skin. My legs were still shaking and I had to lean hard against the partition to relieve some of the weight. Tiredness was sweeping over me and I knew I must look a terrible state: sweat-damp, flushed and dishevelled. I must have looked and smelt like I had just come.
My dress had been hit by a spunk-blast rebounding off her crotch and carried a noticeable, round, glue-like stain. I could smell her fragrance and his seed upon me. Every passenger in the carriage would smell our fuck and see me in my flustered state and know what I had done. If they held up my dress they would see my pointless, cum-steeped knickers rolled into a string and pulled to the side of my mound to expose my guilty, glistening puss. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, so I just leant panting against the partition with my eyes closed, waiting for the whispers and the repercussions. I barely noticed the train pulling in but the door opened and the crush of bodies around me swept noisily out, and beautiful cool air breezed in to fill the vacuum, carrying its freshness into the carriage to take away the heavy smell of my dirtiness. The train pulled out and I sensed the emptiness and quiet all around me. The chatter had stopped and I could feel the relief of air all around me to ease my heavy breaths and to dry my sodden clothes and hair. I opened my eyes at last and to my utter joy I found myself all alone.
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