1. Non-Fiction: Train


    Date: 3/24/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Erotica, Interracial, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 70.6, Source: sexstories.com

    the condom wrapper, placed it on his tip, and prepared to roll it down. I could’ve used a little light right there, but I proceeded blind. My thumb and index pushed the rubber until it covered his length. Pasty air encircled our shuffle that resulted in his shaft resting at the opening of my vee. At that moment, I realized my ‘yes’ had nothing to do with his persistent pleading for consent. It had nothing to do with him. It wasn’t about an explosive ending. I was sure that it wouldn’t be about the stroking either. Really, there was no room for deep, all-the-way-out-all-the-way-in, grinding strokes like I like. But I was most anxious for his penetration: strange dick inside strange pussy... one hit on the inside. That anxiety was different too. It wasn’t the typical tingling I experience when on my back with my legs splayed wide – sodden pussy open and begging. No. This was some next-level, addict-type thirst. No Wild Turkey required. Sober adrenaline, palsied hands, jelly legs, and temporary insanity drove my reluctance to a yes. Strange dick inside strange pussy while surrounded by strangers, that’s what it was. “Baby, you’re so tight.” Initial attempts at a push in failed. The girth of his head was thicker than his shaft and any of my toys. So, he really had to put his back into the press. It was a struggle, and I was glad I couldn’t see his face. Slick fingers grasping my ass and laps on my clavicle positioned me on the edge of a come. He pushed and pressed until the ...
    struggle was over. He slid himself all the way in. My insides conformed and welcomed the strange visitor with a hug. My heartbeat was in my throat. “Mmm, ” I vocalized not caring if the woman beside me heard it. The dance, like my anxiety, was different. Elbows and butts of others left no room for animalistic thrusts. So, we were left with a throb and compress fuck. “You feel that,” he asked in a raspy whisper while he sent pulsating messages that were more like Morse code. “Yea,” I answered while giving him the full benefit of my Kegel exercise regimen. “What the fuck,” belted a random rider from the other side of the car. That random rant sent nameless over the edge. He grabbed my ass with both hands, nuzzled his head in my neck, and pumped my box with no mercy. My half naked ass knocked the divider with every thrust. I wrapped my arms around him, ground my vulva into his groin, and believed he was mine. In that moment, he was mine. Instinctively, he flicked my clit. But what I really needed was a kiss. I thought it and he obliged. He twirled circles around my tongue until I came. His hard grew harder until he spasmed and exploded. The emergency lighting lasted about an hour, but the shadow between us didn’t permit one faded shard to pass through. It was a good thing, because he fucked me again right there in the midst of a crowded broken-down commuter train on a hot ass July afternoon. After the power restoration, everyone exited the hot box at Farragut North. He grabbed my ...
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