Masturbated On... Your Messy Train Ride

Jun 2000

Let my wicked mind tell you this short story of my perversion...

I saw her one day standing on the platform of a Subway Train in New York City, it was my first time in the Big Apple, and as much as sight seeing was on my mind, and something darker and more sinister had taken center stage. When I saw you, you were dressed real nice, it was your firm dark voluptouesly built body that caught my attention, because it was early on a Tuesday morning, I naturally assumed you were going to work. You had a nice black dress that went down just below the knee, with a split up the side, that went up to your lower thigh. You had on a matching jacket, and a beautiful red blouse. It had a semi-low cut in front, but not to much to look cheap mind you, but enough to show off two, of your best assets.

Your mind was else where, because you never noticed me standing directly behind you, staring at your round plump ass, drinking in all your full curves, lusting after those nice baby making hips. Your image made my mouth water, I love thick women.. not fat, but thick, and I definately love the rich body on blck women. Anyway, I've always been told that people in New York are always "on guard" and always ready for anything but I also knew no one would pay much attention to a passive looking, balding, middle age white man, looking like a tourist to boot. As the train pulled noisely up to the station, it sort of groaned under the weight of the passengers. It was a work morning after all and the people were packed in the cars like sardines.

I waited for you to push your way in, and I followed behind you very close. You made your way to the far side of the car, and fit comfortabley in a small corner, barely big enough for two bodies.

As I got behind you, we were all jammed together, as more people entered and pushed themselves on board the already over crowded car, my body was pressed firmly against your fat round ass, and I was in heaven. As the train took off, the noise was deafening. If a person wanted to have a conversation, that would be impossible, and if anyone screamed, no one would hear or pay any attention. I snuggled up even closer on you, and you paid little to no attention to me. You were used to being packed in a New York City train, and having a strange body up on you. As the train rocked back and forth I could feel your firm fat ass, rub back and forth up against my cock, and soon my excitement climbed to point, where I found myself on you, riding your ass with the motion of the train. As soon as you felt my hard cock on your ass, you stiffen up, you knew some pervert was trying to get a free hump, and the thought of a man, getting hard against your ass, made you smile with a wicked glee. "If he wants to hump my ass, let me give him something to remember" you thought... so as my cock, rubbed against your ass, you purposely... gently.. pushed a little back, letting the train rock our bodies, as my hard cock rode your ass.

Sweat started to roll down my face as my cock got harder, I pressed it against your body, and started to slowly grind, with the bumps and the beat of the train.

This excited you, and as you allowed me to ride your butt, you pushed back, and slowly worked your hips, my passions climbed, I was now grinding my cock hard against your ass, trying to tear through the material that separated our bodies and penetrate deep into your cunt. You giggled to yourself saying "Oh boy, he won't last too long... he's about to cum in his pants!" I was riding up on your nice ass, and I was grinding, and rubbing with all my might, my orgasm wanted to be released, and I was forcing you further into your corner, feeling a little uncomfortable with your present situation, as fun as it was, your better nature decided it was time to stop this guy, before he goes too far. You tried to push me away, to back me up off of you, but I shoved you back into your corner and continued to fiercely grind against your hips. You opened your mouth to speak, and the words "Excuse me.." were the first and last you would say to me.

My hand covered your mouth, and my course raspy voice whispered in your ear, "Don’t say another word... and don't move, if you do I'll have to kill you... just relax and go with my flow... " In a state of panic, you froze, your heartbeat picked up, and you realized, that this wasn't some horny guy or some "local yokel" trying to get a free ride, this was a man, who you had turned sexually on, and now he didn't want to stop on your terms... He wanted more. You stood there, and felt me grinding and pushing on your big ass harder and harder, you were litterly being "dry" fucked, in a corner on the train.

My hot breath was coming in quick harsh gasps, and now I was beginning to groan horsely in your ear, I told you to relax.. hold still.. I told you that "this would be over and you could go free". You decided it was best to comply as you felt a wave of shame and embarrassment, as you were being molested on a crowded New York train. I continued humping your ass, I was pushing and grinding it, with all my might, you could feel my sweat running down my face and on to your own face, a rush of revulsion came over you. You felt my speed pick up, I was grinding you so hard, your lower body jerked back and forth from my strong, forceful thrusts, my spare hand went under the slit of your skirt, and you cried out in terror of what might be next. "Shut the fuck up" I warned, you felt me use my knee to part your legs, you felt my hard cock as I put it between your big meaty legs, I then used my leg to push your legs closed, and I let your smooth flesh trap my manhood between your thighs.

You felt the throbbing between your thighs and against the lips of your pussy, the more the train rock and bumped, the harder my cock became. You felt the grind motion start up again, as I slide my throbbing cock between your big thighs, the friction from my grinding starting making your thighs sweat, the moisture made the sliding motion, faster and easier. The stimulation was starting to get to you, it had been a while since you had a hard cock between your legs, and you were starting to make soft grunting noises each time my cock slid against your thonged crouch. I told you to hold onto the wall, and not to make a sound, as you did and my hands explored your full-figured body, I pulled your blouse out from inside your skirt, and ran my cool hands all over your now hot stomach. I caressed your flesh, and played a finger in your navel, and when I tire of that, I brought my hands up to feel your large brown firm titties. The nipples were rock hard and trying to break through your lace bra, I grab your tits and squeezed and fondle them as I continued to ride my hard cock between your legs.

My motion picked up, and now sweat was coming down the side of your temples, I fondled your breast and when I pulled and pinched your nipples, you let out a moan, and started to meet my each and every thrust, your grunts got louder as did mine, but because of the noise of the train, no one could hear. My moans got harder, faster, and you could tell I was about to have an orgasm. This excited you, having my hands all our your body, squeezing and pinching your nipples. You pussy got wet, as my cock slid back and forth, the lips opened up, and the feeling of my hard cock, rubbing back and forth, over and over faster and faster between the lips of your pussy, made your own orgasm begin to mount, you heard my horse gasps come quicker and quicker, your body grew rigid, as you felt my body stiffen up...

I cried my orgasm into your ear, and squeezed your nipples hard, this made your own orgasm erupt inside of you, and a deep guttural groan, escaped your lips, as your body shuddered it's pleasure, you felt my wet load splash between your big thighs, as the hot cum coated your legs and your thong underwear, this thick, warm, wet feeling sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, as you shivered at the fierceness of your climax. We rode our climaxes to it’s end, and soon we both stood tired and breathless at the experience. You felt my cock slide from between your legs, and my hands, leave your body. You fixed your clothes but didn't 'turn around, and when the door opened up, I quietly left you and the train, to go back to your own journey. You found a seat and you sat down, as you did you felt the sticky wetness of my cum against your legs.

You said to yourself, "Well, it seems I have to stop at the ladies room, when I get to work.." and you hummed to yourself as you rode, remembering our encounter.

-Stone