1. Tunnels, Tracks, and Trains


    Date: 2/21/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    choices, see, and control. More control than those young 'uns can dream of.' To aid him, she placed a foot on the seat beside his left thigh, the sharp heel digging alarmingly into the well-worn cloth. With a heavy grunt and a heave of her arms on the luggage rack, she pulled herself up, stabbing the seat dangerously close to his right thigh with the other stiletto. Her spread legs forced her skirt up across her backside, baring her pitted bronzed cheeks and displaying the carnal goings-on between her legs. I saw a vertical grey sleeve topped with a white cuff replete with an elliptical gold and jet cuff-link and then nothing but woman. The scene brought to mind a glove puppet TV show from my distant childhood. Her words dispelled the connection. 'Don't just sit there! Fuck me with it!' Like the piston of some demonic engine, the arm began to move, slowly at first, but swiftly gathering pace. Despite his earlier arrogance, he was again somewhat tentative. 'Is this okay?' Her arms relaxed and she squatted deeper, opening herself completely to him. 'No, it's fucking tame. Ram it up me. Punch my fucking cervix. Bruise it.' With much effort, he did as she ordered, the force lifting her up and sending shock waves across her buttocks. Another upward blow quickly followed. And another. His shirt cuff darkened with her dripping juices. Though I couldn't see his face, the tension in his arm painted it perfectly; I knew his mouth was twisted, his jaw locked, his eyes narrowed and his ...
    brow heavily lined. And he was sweating. I could smell his physical exertions. The strain in his voice confirmed it. 'Hard enough for you?' 'Barely, but if that's all you've...' again she was lifted and this time he held her there, 'nnnggg-got!' Squelching, heavy breathing, and moaning now drowned out the drumroll of rails. Each violent entry caused a fine spray of mucus and the carriage filled with the heavenly stench, the diabolical aroma, of undiluted sex. She screamed. 'Fuck, yes! Now suck on my clit... Mmm, yes, bite the fucker and I'm... I'm...' He yanked out his hand, unplugged her cunt, and streams of milky ejaculate pulsed onto the Linoleum. She bucked and writhed as though electrocuted, showering the carriage with blinding sparks of orgasmic ecstasy. As her climax subsided, the woman's feet slid from the seat and she hung from the luggage rack, a female post-feminist Christ, her head lolled to one side, her black hat a crown of tightly woven thorns, and her loins sated as only a man can sate. The schoolgirl broke the ensuing silence. Now sitting much as the man's appraising glance had previously bade me sit, she pressed her legs together and clasped her hands around her knees. One white sock had slipped halfway down her calf, but this time she made no effort to right it. 'What about you?' 'Me?' My heart pounded. There was no way I was baring all in front of this lot, either actually or metaphorically. She raised an eyebrow and pressed on. 'Yes. What's your story?' ...
«12...789...11»