The Mad Stroking Beast On the Train

I looked around the train to make sure that we were completely alone and satisfied that we were not going to be disturbed, decided to do something that I would never have thought myself capable of doing. I put down my school papers, placing them in a nice and neat little pile on the seat directly to my left, and pulling down my panties to my ankles, began rubbing my pussy to the rhythm of his strokes. I was so turned on, that I couldn’t even see straight. "What was I thinking?" I was a respected school teacher, sitting on a train masturbating for a complete stranger and I loved it.

I proceeded to lift up my dress, allowing him to see me fingering my aching wet snatch and looking around one last time to make sure that the coast was still clear, I completely threw myself into my work. As he jerked his angry red penis, I could see his balls bounce heavy, hitting the cold plastic seat and making a "Slapping" sound that I feared was loud enough to be heard throughout the train. His balls looked like two big hairy meat sacks, engorged with hot sticky cum. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, as he began to perspire, the sweat dripping off his forehead and leaving thick dark stains on his light grey shirt. He was breathing hard and threatening to explode at any minute. I began pushing my fingers in deep, moving them in an out with quick gliding movements; my legs spread wide, allowing him to see my dripping hole as it sucked and milked my little probing digits.

Just when I thought I couldn’t get any hotter, he proceeded to slip a finger right up his tight little ass. I had often fantasized about a man feeling confident enough as a man, to finger his own ass, but never thought a man like that existed. After all I use to say to myself, "Why should only gay men as beautiful as they maybe, own the rights to enjoying a man’s ass?" He began humping his ass and stroking his hoarse dick at the same time; his guttural grunts now becoming feverishly loud.

I felt my sopping wet cunt begin to contract and release, as I became more and more visually stimulated. I began opening and closing my thighs on my hand, squeezing hard and bucking in my seat, as if trying to tame a wild hoarse. I was completely lost in the moment and could feel my climax building and knew that it would be a strong one. At this point I was so highly aroused, that I didn’t care who heard us. I undid the top buttons of my dress and pulled out one of my little swollen tits, rubbing my hot pussy nectar all over the fully erect nipple, flicking and squeezing it with my thumb and index, taking it into my mouth and biting down on it, encouraging my ripe tender bud to bloom, as I forced my fingers in, even deeper up my gaping hole, almost fisting myself.

We were both in an erotic frenzy of volcanic proportions and like the train, couldn’t be stopped. Our eyes were locked and our bodies threatening to release at any moment. He was pumping his shit hole with his finger so hard, that I feared he might fall out of his seat. I could only throw my head back closing my eyes and licking my lips wet, as I tasted the delicous nirvana coursing through my loins. Soon, I could see his body tense and his balls tighten, as he came closer to reaching his peak. He began moving his hips in a circular motion, grabbing his meat in a vice grip and spanking his blood red monkey without pause. I followed suit, now pushing my entire hand very easily up my begging vigina, moving it in and out with milky wet, slick ease. I had never even entertained the thought of fisting myself until that day. It was an incredible feeling, as I eagerly fed my wet hungry hole, as thick and frothy cream coated my hand, from the friction of my hard fisting fuck.

I was on the edge and about to fall off. I then watched as he braced himself preparing to let go. He screamed out, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH sweet BITCH!" "OPEN YOUR MOUTH, I’M...I’M GONNA SHOOT MY LOAD, GOD I’M...I’M GONNA CUM!"

I began pumping my fist with a vengeance preparing to let go of my own hard earned orgasm. "Oh god, oh god, I’m close, I’m close," I said, over and over again, as if I feared he had not heard me the first time. As if in a trance, I did as he said and opened my mouth wide. Even in my wet state of mind, I considered what I was doing, was completely ludicris, but could not stop at this point, even if I had wanted to. "OPEN YOUR MOUTH AND STICK OUT YOUR TONGUE...OH GOD, I’M ABOUT TO CUM...YE...YE...YES...YEEEEES, NOW BITCH, NOOOOOW...GGGGGGGOD, AHHHHHHHRRRRRRRFFFFFFUCKINSLLLLLLLLLUTOOOOOOOOH!!"

He let go a huge long hot stream of thick gooey cum, hitting my lips and face and much of it finding its way into my waiting mouth. I couldn’t hold back any longer, as my hips began to girate uncontrolably, as my whole body gave in and began to explode. "OH YEAH, I’M CUMMING, I’M...I’M CUMMING HARD, JACK OFF YOUR BIG DICK, JACK IF OFF, JACK OFF YOUR BIG WET MMMMMMEEEEEEEAT...OOOOOOOH SWEEEEEET, SO GGGGGOOSHSHSHSHITYEEEES!!"

I came so hard, that my body literally shook as I continued to bunny fuck my salivating hole, with hard and fast thrusts. I continued to look into his eyes, my eyes in a half slit, as I was still in the smoldering rapture of my orgasm, with my body slightly slumped over, as my wet hole continued to contract, sucking and slurping at my hand. I could feel drops of my own saliva, dripping down the corners of my mouth, I took a last look at his throbbing cum covered cock meat, allowing lust to completely take over.

All of a sudden, the conductor hollered out my stop, awaking me from my dream. I couldn’t believe it, it was all just a sweet dream. Making sure, I quickly examined the buttons on my dress and they were just as they had been, neatly buttoned and in place and my dress was perfectly tucked underneath my legs, just as I had left it. I touched my face and discovered that there were no signs of the wonderful hot seed, that had been pumped onto my face and into my mouth, making me cum like never before. It had all seemed so real and I must admit, I was a bit disappointed see the dream come to an end. I wanted to go back to sleep and continue where we left off, but it was too late, as my stop had arrived.

I looked over at the man who played center stage in my erotic delusion, and he was fast asleep, as I suppose he had been all along. I studied him for a moment and smiled to myself, recalling the events of my fantasy. Just as I was getting up to leave, the man woke up. He looked up at me and smiled, causing me to pause and meet his gaze. I could see that he had a nice hard on to go with that wickedly hot smile and just then, I knew that miraculously, we had had the exact same dream. I don’t know how I knew, but I did.

It was clear by the look on his face, that there was a familiarity there, that one can only feel with another person, if they have been intimate with each other. I heard the conductor yell out my stop once more, but spontaneously decided that it might be a better idea to sit back down and take another ride on the train and I could see by the look on my dream man’s face, that he agreed. We waited for the doors to close and for the train to move and we smiled a knowing smile at one another, as the train ducked into a long dark tunnel and into the night.