On A Train - Sex Stories

On A Train

... me to go deeper. How delicious it all is, having this once shy and anxious woman at the mercy of my cock, my hard thrusts. How delicious it is having her turn into this wanton creature who just wants to be fucked. How delicious it is to get to fuck her in the presence of her husband. I feel like I could fuck her all night. She’s a find, and even now, in the middle of our first meeting, I know I want her again. Oh what a find she is! She’s fumbling for the dildo. She locates it. She turns it on. I thrust faster inside her, forcing her to take my cock harder and harder. The dildo hums as she reaches back between her legs. Looking at the reflection in the window I can see her tease her clit with it. The thing moves between her labia as she uses it on herself. My cock works back and forth; reflected in the window, nothing but a blur. Occasionally the dildo comes into contact with my cock, and I feel the vibrations stimulate me as they stimulate her. The woman breathes hard. She seems completely lost to lust. I get the feeling that even if someone other than her husband did chance to see us, she wouldn’t stop. Not now. She moans and moans as I drive my cock back and forth in her sopping fuck pit. The dildo hums. She sounds like she’s gasping for breath as the doors at the far end of the carriage slide open. “Conductor’s coming,” I warn. “So am I!” the woman gasps. With only the one new passenger, the conductor doesn’t have much to check. I bring my thrusting to an end, feeling ...

... how the woman tightens round me. “Uh, uh, uh!” she exclaims, her body shaking, as the conductor advances through the carriage. I pull out of her, stuffing my cock back in my trousers as I resume my seat. In the nick of time the woman spins round and covers herself, looking flushed and not quite all there as the conductor eyes us. There’s a strange look in his eye, but he says nothing, merely extracting a bunch of keys and unlocking the door to the driver’s cabin. The door slams shut. The woman locks eyes with me, a naughty gleam there. “That was so hot!” she gasps. Indeed. There’s movement beneath her coat as she parts her legs. I don’t have to be able to see to know. The woman has gone from being shy and easily embarrassed to virtually insatiable. I lean forwards and pull the coat to one side. There she is, legs spread, one hand rubbing her clit, the other pushing the dildo back and forth in her tight pussy. Even I am amazed. She’s only just climaxed, and here she is, in the market for another. I lean back in my seat, just watching as the woman’s mouth opens. She stuffs herself with the dildo, her whole body shifting as she looks at me with liberated delight. There’s nothing in her eyes but utter shamelessness. Her breathing is loud enough to be heard above the noise of the train. Her body heaves and she begins to moan again; short, sharp expressions of delight. She looks wonderful. She has given herself to lust and married into the ranks of the shameless and insatiable. “Oh, ...