Stories From The 6 Train 1(87)

“Oh… Don’t worry, we’re just starting.”

He pulls back, my skin prickling as I feel his cock sliding out, and puts me down. With a grin on his lips, he places his hands on my waist and turns me around. I place my hands against the wall, shoulder height, and jut my ass back at him. His hands run down my side and he moves them over the curve of my ass, grabbing my buttocks hard. He presses his body against mine, the warmness of his skin spreading through me; with his cock firmly pressed between my buttocks, I start rocking my body, grinding against his cock.

I exhale sharply, ready for what’s to come; I reach for his cock and, grabbing it, push it down. Placing the tip against my folds, I let go and place my hand back on the wall.

He eases into me gently, my pussy resting against the tip of his erect cock. As he moves, I have to grit my teeth as he pierces me, my inner walls once again accommodating his long thickness. When he’s in me to the hilt, he starts to move with a slow and gently rhythm. But I don’t want to move slowly. I want to go fast. I want to go furious. I start jutting my ass back, moving my hips with a ferocity I didn’t know I had in me.

“Harder…” I tell him harshly. “Fuck me harder… I’m your stepmother, do what I tell you to,” I find myself saying, not even capable of filtering my own words.

“Bossy…” he whispers with a smile. He starts fucking me hard all the same, placing his hands on my hips and pulling me in as he thrusts, my mind almost destroyed by the intensity of his thrusts. My back arches as I succumb to the hard sway of his hips, my body sandwiched between a man that’s half a decade my junior and a slab of concrete, no escape possible. And, really, why would I want an escape? He should be the one wondering about escaping, because I’m not letting him go anywhere—at least not until my body is utterly and completely spent, that is.

Holding me against the wall, his rhythm starts to grow into a mind numbing crescendo, his cock hitting me so fast that I can already feel the blood inside my veins starting to boil. I moan through gritted teeth, closing my eyes as all existence starts to fade away. I can’t see or hear, I can only feel. The whole universe seems focused on the place where our bodies meet and fuse, his cock pounding my pussy without a single hint of mercy.

I come once again, my body completely electrified. I rest my forehead against the wall, hitting it repeatedly as I try to cope with the raging joy that courses through me. This is fucking Heaven. Transcendence. I’ve never been religious, but this is almost mystical.. Think I’m exaggerating? I’m not. I’m out of control, I know, but that’s just a side effect of being fucked like this. And, really, it’s not even a bad side effect; who doesn’t want to lose control from time to time?

It’s like that, without any kind of mental brakes or whatsoever, that I let a loud moan tumble out from my lips. I almost don’t even care if anyone hears us. Sure, if Michael ever found out about this, both Lance and I would be in deep trouble… But who cares about that right now?

He pulls his cock out and places his lips against my neck, kissing me tenderly. Then, he makes me turn on my heels, my back against the wall. My hands go to his chest and, clawing at his pectorals, I smile mischievously.

My hands slide up to his shoulders and I push him back, motioning toward the small bench in the corner of the cramped cubicle. He doesn’t complain as I guide him there, making him sit as I look upon him, hunger making my eyes widen. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving mine, and I climb on top of him, my legs open wide as I sit on his lap. My hands slide down his chest and, once again, his cock is in my hands.

Guiding his thick member to where I need it to be, I let it pierce me like a spear, his shaft going in easily. I don’t give him time to process what’s about to happen. I simply start rocking my body against his, my buttocks slapping his legs as I go up and down, back and forth. I move wildly, still out of control, and close my eyes as he reaches for my tits, grabbing them eagerly as I fuck him in abandonment. He has fucked me the way I wanted him to; it’s time for me to show him that a woman my age also knows how to please a man.

I ride him hard, and I ride him fast, punishing his cock with all my strength. I feel drops of sweat pooling on my forehead, but these only make me go faster. My muscles are already aching, but I don’t care. I’m a woman on a mission, and I won’t be denied. I grin as I feel sweat dripping down my back, down my face and into my lips, the salty taste of it coating my tongue.

Acting on instinct, I get up in a rush and, before he can do anything, I turn my back to him and ease myself down on his cock again. His hands go down my back to my ass, and he slaps my cheeks hard as I start riding him in a reverse position. My ass bounces up and down, slapping his body again as I try to survive the onslaught of pleasure that rages through me like a wildfire.