Teasing The Men: Public Exhibitionism

by Gemma Harrington

  Making sure my coat was draped around the side of my body, I lifted my arse of the seat and pulled my skirt up to my waist, sighing as my pussy was fully exposed to the stranger.

  It was a sublime and extremely exciting situation to be in. Having my husband and a complete stranger both staring at my cunt, only one of them aware that two men were looking at me, was beyond anything I'd ever imagined myself doing before. My pussy throbbed and my clit burned as I performed for the men, spreading my legs even wider and wriggling my hips as sticky juice poured from my hole in a waterfall of lust.

  The stranger leaned even closer to me, his hands sliding along his thighs as he toyed with the idea of reaching out to touch me. He moved one of his hands towards my knee and I shook my head. "No," I said, "not yet. Wait until the train has emptied a little more, then you can stick your fingers in me."

  He licked his lips and groaned as I moved a hand along my thigh and found my clit with one of my fingers, pressing and rubbing it in small circles, as the man moved a hand to his bulge and began stroking his erection through the fabric of his trousers.

  "You're married," I said with a smile, noticing the ring on his finger. "Whatever would your wife think?"

  "I don't know, and I don't care. Your pussy is perfect. I can't help myself. I'd do anything to fuck it."

  "Thank you," I whispered, pushing a finger slowly into my hole and pushing my hips towards him. "You never know, if you're good and keep your hands to yourself until I say so, perhaps I'll let you."

  I looked at my husband, wondering if I'd overstepped the mark, but he gave me a wink and a nod, his hand moving in his lap and his eyes twinkling. He'd given me permission to fuck a stranger, and if the opportunity arose, I would definitely do it. I was as horny as a bitch on heat and I needed a cock inside me more than I'd ever needed one before.

  The man leaned back a little and stared between my legs. "It looks wet," he said, keeping his voice low.

  "Oh, sweetheart," I teased, "It's dripping wet." I slid my finger from inside me and pressed it against my thumb, parting them again to reveal a long strand of sticky cunt juice. "Give me your hand," I said, "I'll let you taste me."

  He offered me a trembling hand and I wiped the juice from my finger onto his thumb. "Taste my cunt," I said, putting my hand back between my legs and pushing two fingers into my hole.

  He moved his thumb to his mouth and greedily sucked my juice from it, his tongue rolling over it as he moaned quietly under his breath. "You taste turned on," he said, licking his lips.

  "I am," I said, sliding my fingers in and out of my pussy, glancing at my husband who gave me a soft smile as he rubbed the bulge between his legs.

  Only one other person was still in the carriage apart from my husband, and as the train pulled up in the next station, she got up to leave, hurrying to get off before the doors slid closed again. Sam had been right; the train would be empty.

  As the train built up speed again, I looked at the man. "Touch my cunt," I said, quietly.

  He shifted his weight as if to look around the carriage, but I stopped him, not wanting him to see Sam. "Don't worry," I said, "no one can see. Just touch my cunt. I'm desperate to feel your fingers inside me."

  He placed his hand on my leg and I shivered as he traced a line up my inner thigh, his eyes wide as he gazed at my swollen pussy, and the bulge in his trousers dangerously close to bursting through the fabric. He looked big, and I really wanted to get my hands on him.

  I slid my fingers from my hole and spread my pussy lips for him, willing him to touch me. He groaned as his finger made contact with my slippery folds of skin, and his finger slid inside me easily, right up to the knuckle.

  I moved my hips on him, enjoying the touch of a strange man, and he began a fucking motion with his finger, churning up the juices which flowed from my hole as he brought me close to coming.

  "Suck my cunt," I said, placing a hand on his shoulder and pushing him downward. "Make me come with your mouth, and then I'll let you fuck me."

  He knelt between my legs and placed his hands on my knees, pushing my legs as wide open as he could get them. He looked up at me and spoke quietly. "Thank you," he said, before lowering his face to my cunt and clamping his lips over my sodden hole.

  I ran my fingers through his hair as his tongue burrowed into me, wriggling and writhing as he pushed it deep into me, his breath hot on my clit and his stubble tickling my thighs.

  I looked at my husband as the stranger's tongue worked deep inside me and his hands moved over my legs. Sam smiled and stood up. "Fuck him," he silently mouthed, walking towards the end of the carriage.

  My husband walked into the adjoining carriage and I smiled as his face appeared at the small window. He was giving me permission to fuck another man while he watched from a distance, unable to hear what I said, and unable to stop me doing whatever I wanted.

  My cunt bubbled with juice as I understood my husband was far more open minded than I'd ever realised, and I groaned as the stranger found my clit with his teeth and nibbled it gently, his fingers working their way into my soaking hole.

  My orgasm erupted with such force that I shook on the seat, and the man held me down with strong hands as I bucked and writhed, trying to keep my groans as low as possible, aware that there may still be people in the other carriages.

  "Fuck me," I begged, as the man sucked my cunt, swallowing my juice and running his hands up my stomach towards my tits. "Stick your cock in me."

  He stood up, unbuckling his belt and glancing quickly around the carriage to make sure we were alone. My husband ducked out of view as the man looked behind him, and reappeared a few seconds later, his breath steaming up the window he pressed his nose against.

  I gasped as the man allowed his trousers and underwear to fall around his feet. "Dear God," I moaned, low in my throat. "It's huge."

  It was huge. It reared viciously from between his legs, twitching and jerking as pre-cum spilt from the tip, dribbling along the thick shaft that was criss crossed with thick pumping veins which made my clit quiver.

  "Turn around," he said, taking control of the situation. "I'm going to fuck you harder than you've ever been fucked."

  "Please," I whimpered, turning to face the back of the seat and presenting my pussy to him. "Please fuck me hard."

  The tip of his cock brushed my arse cheek and his hand twisted in my hair, pulling my head backwards with a jolt that made me gasp. A hand wrapped around my face and he rammed two fingers into my mouth, forcing them down my throat as he nudged my tight entrance with the wide throbbing head of his perfect dick.

  With a sudden push, he rammed himself deep inside me, forcing his fingers further down my throat as I gagged and squealed, my pussy stinging as his fat shaft forced me open and the tip of his cock battered my cervix.

  He gave me no time to catch my breath. He thrust his full length in and out of me with such speed and ferocity that I came within seconds, feeling floods of juice running down my legs. I sucked hard on his fingers as I came, pushing my arse backwards to meet his powerful strokes, and finding one of my nipples with my fingers, squeezing and pulling it as I had the most powerful orgasm of my life.

  The onslaught continued, and he pulled my hair harder as I screamed and bit down on his fingers, never wanting his huge cock to leave my pussy.

  Heavy balls battered my clit as he fucked me with long powerful strokes, and I came again, my pussy clenching tight around his girth, and my clit throbbing uncontrollably.

  His thrusts became even harder as my cunt squeezed him, and the sound of flesh slapping on flesh filled the carriage, as with a final hard thrust, he pulled my head backwards and spoke in my ear, his breath hot on my exposed throat. "I'm going to come in your slut cunt," he spat, "you're going to take a strangers seed, and you're going to enjoy it."

  I screamed my lust as I felt the first hot spurt of sperm splatter my insides as he bucked and pushed into me, emptying his load as deep inside me as he could get it.
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  His fingers pushed further into my throat and my eyes streamed with tears as his hot seed filled me, some of it joining my juice in warm sticky dribbles that ran down my thighs.

  As he slowed and I heard him groan, I reached between his legs and rolled his balls in the palm of my hand, coaxing every last precious drop from him, wanting all of his seed inside me.

  The train rocked from side to side and I heard the sound of the carriage door opening. Quickly, I pulled forward, the big cock sliding out of me, allowing torrents of cum to spill from my aching pussy.

  A familiar voice made me look up. "Did you enjoy fucking Simon?" asked my husband, smiling down at me with a look of contentment on his face.

  "She more than enjoyed it," said the man, who was sticking his soaking wet dick back into his trousers. "She fucking loved it, Sam. I'm surprised you couldn't hear her from the carriage you were in."

  I looked at the two men in turn and then sat back in my seat, a smile on my face and a pool of cum on the seat beneath me. "You set me up," I said, looking at my husband.

  Sam laughed. "I've known Simon for years," he said, patting his friend on the shoulder. "He's got quite the reputation for making women enjoy themselves, and I thought you deserved a go."

  "But why?" I said, "why didn't you just invite him to the house or something, if you wanted me to fuck him? Why all this?"

  "Did you enjoy yourself?" said Sam, sitting down next to me and taking his erection from his trousers.

  "Erm… yes," I said, honestly. "I really enjoyed it."

  "Well, it was safer to find out if you enjoyed fucking strangers with someone I knew," said Sam, taking my hand and placing it on his cock. "Next time we'll do it for real. With a real stranger."

  "And why do you think they'll be a next time?" I said, stroking my husband's cock and smiling at Simon.

  "Oh they'll be a next time, darling," Sam smiled.

  "And the man in the bar?" I said, "a friend of yours too?"

  "No… he was a stranger," said Sam, placing a hand on the back of my head and pushing my face towards his cock.

  I took my husband in my mouth as Simon laid a hand on my sticky cunt. Sam was right — there would definitely be a next time. I would make sure of that.

  The End

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