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Subject: {ASSM} All Aboard! (MF, Voy, Backrub Repost)
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WARNING: This work of fiction is sexually explicit and is not to be read
by individuals under the age of 18.
NOTE TO READERS: This is a work of fiction, of fantasy. We still live
with the scourge of AIDS and although the people in this fantasy do not
take any "safer sex" precautions, that should not be construed as the
author's endorsement of unsafe sex practices.
AUTHOR'S NOTE (JULY 2000): This is a story I wrote several years
ago and is being reposted because, well, I'm writing again and to stall
while I'm finishing three new stories I thought I'd repost my old stories,
or at least those I like. Bckrub@aol.com
ALL ABOARD!
by Backrub
Barely conscious. 3 AM, or that's what my bleary eyes said about the
glowing big hand and little hand on my watch. I'd been sleeping for the
last couple of hours as the train sped through the northern reaches of the
Midwest taking several hundred of us from Chicago to points east. In my
case, back to New York after a conference. Hours of talk and then the
rush to make the Lakeshore Limited.
I enjoy riding trains and if I'd had my wits about me when I planned this
trip I would have booked a sleeping compartment instead of ending up
scrunched up in a regular seat. At least there was no one sitting next to
me. The people in front departed somewhere in Indiana and the kid
behind me who had been jumping around since we left had completely
worn himself and his mother out. Just me and that young couple right
across from me. Not a very crowded train, really.
I moved my head around to check out the young couple. In the dim light I
could see they haven't worn themselves into slumber, they're clearly making
out now that everyone else is asleep. He, in jeans and t-shirt, 18 or 19,
longish blond hair and a couple of ear rings, moderately well muscled.
She's wearing one of those long but somewhat diaphanous Indian skirts, a
t-shirt, some leather necklaces, a Bjoran ear ring mostly out of sight in her
long dark hair. A couple of Dead Heads, actually, going back to
somewhere in western New York after seeing "the show" in some suburb of
Chicago. I'd talked with them as we boarded the train and came to the
conclusion that she (Emily - prevet student at Cornell) was the brains of
this couple while cute Rob (not clear what he does) sort of tags along.
What Rob does do, at least right now, is lick, kiss and nibble Emily's neck
while his hand is out of sight up her dress. The dress is mostly scrunched
up her smooth, slightly furry thighs, one of which is airborne with a foot
wedged against the seat in front of them. She moans softly as his arm
moves, suggesting the slow finger-fucking she is receiving. Her hips move
slowly against his hand, and although I can only make out part of it, I'm
pretty sure she is whispering instructions into his ear about using his thumb
to rub her clit while his middle finger probes her wet vagina. Rob moved
his free hand to her chest, pushing her t-shirt up to her shoulders and
then moving his mouth to her breasts, licking and sucking each nipple in
turn. Emily makes muffled whimpering noises as she squirms against and
under him even more. A hand grabs and rubs his back, another slides
through his hair, then on to the back of his neck, kneading and squeezing.
Rob's hand is moving more insistently now, and he appears to have located
Emily's g-spot as her level of pleasure appears to have clicked up a notch.
She seems to be trying not to make too much noise, but the sounds she
makes and the number of things she murmurs, moans, grunts and whimpers
suggest that under more private circumstances she'd be pretty noisy. Even
so, I can hear her whisper to Rob, "C'mon baby, that's it...just like
that...right there, don't move.. just like that sweet baby...you're gonna make
me come if keep doing that....just like that... just like...oh, now, bite it now!
Rob's teeth clench her left nipple, Emily's back arches, her legs shiver and
convulse and very heated, very desperate and very irresistible groans catch
in her throat and then slip from her mouth. She continued to come for
more than a minute until she reached down to take Rob's hand out of her
and kissed him deeply. They cuddled and squirmed for several minutes,
during which I heard Emily laugh and say, "Hey, I told you it was there,
you just had to find it."
She moved him into a slouched sitting position on the seats and slid down
between his legs. I heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper and the
sound of denim against skin as they slid his pants off. He was already
hard, which led to a momentary pause in getting his pants past his hardon.
Emily knelt between his legs, picking a couple of stray pubic hairs off his
cock before she began to slowly lick it. Long, slow licks from the base to
the tip, underneath and on the sides. Rob let his head slide back but
occasionally glanced down to watch. For her part, Emily kept an eye on
him, enjoying her ability to turn him to oatmeal. She moved up slightly,
took his cock in her mouth and began to suck him. She didn't waste any
time, sucking him slowly but deliberately, hands and mouth, her eyes
locked onto his. Before long she was making the slurping and smacking
sounds that can only come from great head. He was whimpering and
squirming and even after the first few minutes it looked like he wasn't
likely to last very long. She was leaning against him using the same arm
whose hand was stroking his cock. Her other hand had disappeared
beneath her, to finger her still moist pussy.
Emily glanced in my direction and our eyes met. I was trying to look at
least passably asleep but she saw through me. I was slightly startled since I
wasn't sure how much they'd appreciate my watching, but from the
mischievous look on her face, maybe that's what they were looking for.
She stopped momentarily to stroke "shame on you" finger movements at
me, and then kept eye contact on me as she went back to sucking Rob's
very hard cock. For the next several minutes, her eyes went from Rob to
me, and the hand rubbing her clit seemed to move a bit more insistently.
She continued to stroke him, but took her mouth away and asked him,
"OK Robbie, where do you want to cum? Want to cum in my mouth?" -
with that she took him back into her mouth again and gave him five
seconds of especially nasty sucking, the movement of her lips and tongue
very clear - "Or do you want to cum on my tits?" - she took his cock and
slid it across her bare chest, over her breasts, and then between them.
"I'm not sure.. I'm not... so good...gonna come soon," Rob drooled.
"Aw, c'mon, we always like it when you come on my breasts. You'd like to
spurt on my tits, wouldn't you?" With that she took the hand that had
been busy rubbing herself, took a wet finger and slid it into Rob's ass,
while giving him strong base-to-tip strokes with her other hand, holding his
twitching rod against her breasts. This was much too much for young Rob,
who moaned loudly, arched his back and came.
Really came. Spurt after spurt of warm musky jism shot from his young
cock all over Emily's breasts. The second spurt was energetic enough to
hit her on her chin, causing her to flinch slightly and giggle as she
whispered, "Yeah, baby" repeatedly in support of her lover's Peter North-
class output. After five or six spurts she slowed her stroking and he began
to settle down. She took her lover's cock and used it to spread his cum all
over her breasts and stomach.
Emily crawled up over the still-glowing form and straddled him. She
reached beneath her, took his still-hard cock in her hand and placed it
where she began, slowly impaling herself until she hit bottom. Slowly, at
first, she rode him, grabbing his head from the base of his neck and placing
her breasts at his mouth. Rob, being eighteen, was capable of more; and,
Rob being Rob, was apparently good at doing what Emily wanted.
Then Emily turned her head to check on me. Her eyes met mine and she
stayed with me while she slowly fucked Rob. She stared at my hand
rubbing my hard cock through my pants and smiled. I flicked the air at her
with my tongue and she exaggeratedly nodded her head rapidly in an
enthusiastic 'yes'. I was transfixed watching her wonderful ass undulating
and the muscles in the thighs flexing and relaxing as she ground her clit
against Rob's pubic bone. His hands held her breasts as he sucked on
them, his face almost buried in her. And all the time she looked into my
eyes across that aisle, the pleasure as clear as day in her gaze.
I left my seat and crawled across the aisle to them, crouching on my knees
behind her ass. I slid my palms over her ass cheeks and rubbed them and
the small of her back. She purred in response. I could feel the muscles in
her ass and thighs as they responded to her clit's increasing tempo against
the base of Rob's cock. I leaned forward and began kissing and licking her
ass cheeks and finally, I slid my tongue across her tight little anus and
began flicking rapidly. She groaned loudly before she could catch herself
and we all heard the woman two seats away stir in the night. This really
set Emily off and as I tongued and sucked her anus, Rob sucked her
nipples and fondled her breasts. Her clit fought for its needs against Rob's
cock, she buried her mouth against Rob's head, tonguing his ear and
muffling her grunts and moans as she came, pulsing, grinding and with
surprising strength, all over Rob. I continued to rub her ass and back and
blew on her anus as she gradually drifted back to what passes for reality.
Bckrub@aol.com
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