Stories From The 6 Train 1(200)

I sit up, slightly moving back over his lap; a grin on my lips, I let my fingers slide down from his shoulders to his pectorals, my fingertips savoring the chiseled curves of his muscles, and then I carry over the ridges of his abs. I slow down as I approach the hem of his pants but, the moment I touch the rough fabric of his jeans, I can’t tease him anymore; as it is, I’m teasing myself.

With my fingers moving deftly, I unbutton his pants as quickly as I can, tugging hard on the fabric. His cock pushes back against his boxer briefs, immediately tenting them the moment I undo the last button. Even covered by his underwear, it looks so thick, and I can even see it pulsing… My heartbeat pounding against my eardrums, I press my hand over his cock, rubbing it up and down, up and down. It pushes back against my fingers, almost as it were trying to rip the fabric apart so that it could meet my skin. Letting go for a tortuous second, I grab both his pants and boxer briefs and pull them down his legs, taking them off and letting them fall somewhere over the edge of the bed.

I turn my attention back to him, his cock proudly standing at attention, waiting for me. My hands goes up Lucien’s legs, my fingertips brushing against his groin; I take a deep breath and then curl my fingers around his thick shaft, the warmness of his member stoking the wildfire that already rages inside of me.

Stroking him as slowly as I can, I lick my lips unconsciously, eager to have his cock in my mouth. I want to taste him, to feel his manly flavor coating my tongue and numbing my brain. Oh, I want so many things. I don’t know what he did to me, but since I met him sex is no longer… simply sex. No, now it’s an almost transcendent experience, something that stretches the outer limits of my conscience and pushes my body toward new territories. With Lucien, everything’s good… Everything’s perfect.

And to think that I used to be such a nice girl. Now thoughts of being fucked as hard as possible fill my mind every waking hour, my pussy becoming wet every time Lucien's image flashes behind my eyelids. And I’m just talking about when I think of him… Because when I’m really with him… well, that’s just heaven.

My mind weaving thoughts and images of Lucien's cock inside of me, I become even wetter than before, every single fiber in my body screaming for more. I almost push my thong to the side and simply ease myself down on his cock, but he moves before I can do anything.

His hands on my buttocks, he makes me raise my ass and pushes the dress down my legs. Awkwardly, I step out of it, stopping my stroking motion just for the time necessary to undress. My thong goes next, his anxious fingers tugging it down; he slides it all the way down to my ankles and, before I can kick it off, he grabs it and takes it to his face. Looking at me mischievously, he breathes in my scent, and I find myself flushing.

“I want to taste this,” he tells me, his voice vibrating with desire. “Right now.” He throws the thong aside and pulls me into him, his hands once again on my ass. I almost go for his cock, but he pulls me upward. Realizing what he wants, it’s almost as if a dam has burst inside of me. I’m so wet that my fluids are starting to drip down my thighs.

I move closer and closer to his face, my knees on each side of his body. His smile widens as my pussy closes in on his mouth and, the moment when it’s only inches away, he buries his fingers on my buttocks and pushes me hard. I almost fall into him, my pussy immediately going into his mouth as I lean forward and place my hands on the mattress. Regaining my balance, I slowly sit up, my whole body trembling as he sucks on my wet folds, his lips on me completely destroying whatever part of my rational brain is still awake.

My unconscious mind taking the wheel, I start to sway my hips, rubbing my pussy against his mouth as his tongue jabs at me, going in and out of my inner lips. His hands go to my hips, and he grabs me there, using my body as leverage for him to lift his head and press his mouth against my pussy even harder.

I go faster and faster, my insides turning into ash as white hot flames of ecstasy rage inside of me. My hands on my breasts, I squeeze them tight, throwing my head back as I succumb to the avalanche of pleasure that hits my body point blank.

I press my legs against his head, my whole body trembling as I come. And, dear God, I come hard. I scream hard, the muscles around my neck straining as the loud sound flies past my gritted teeth. My muscles twitch and burn, all the tension that accumulated on them finally set free.

As I come down from my orgasm, I slowly pull my pussy from his mouth. But then, the moment I no longer feel his lips on my labia, I decide I still want more. I move forward, getting his head out from between my thighs, and turn around; then I move my hips toward his face again, slowly easing down my pussy against his mouth as I lean forward, my hand reaching for his cock. I point his member toward me and, parting my lips, I let his glans rest easily over my tongue. Inch by inch, I let it slide deep inside of me, his pulsing shaft pushing against the inside of my cheeks as it goes.