RIDING TO HAPPINESS

Since the President decided to reduce the presence of American forces in Europe I'd been expecting to be transferred and it was my last week in Great Britain. Though glad to be going home I also felt sad to leave a place where I'd been so happy and had made friends with so many nice people. I decided to make a last visit to Oxford, to visit some friends, before leaving. I planned to take a train which left just after eleven. The sun was shining and it was a glorious Spring day. The station was deserted and there was something timeless about the scenery. Very English and I knew that I was going to miss it.
The short train chugged into view and stopped. It had old fashioned carriages with separate compartments instead of just an open plan layout. I stepped into the compartment, in front of me, without really looking if it was empty. As I sat down I was surprised to see that it was occupied by a young lady, dressed in pink. She looked me up and down, taking in my uniform, and smiled brightly.
“Hello!” She said, in a upper-class accent, as she turned to face me, grinning. “You're an answer to a maiden's prayer, aren't you”'
“I don't know what you mean, Miss”'
“Here I was thinking that the journey was going to be boring then you step in full of life and looking so virile in your uniform, brightening up my day. I bet you must think I'm terrible, being so forward! English girls are not meant to behave in this way, did you know that”'
“I think you're great!” I blurted out so intensely, so sincerely, that I blushed a second after I'd uttered the words. To my ears I sounded so adolescent, so dumb, and so American.
“My name is Fenella..., don't laugh, but my friends call me Fi. I've seen you around the village. You've been going out with that slag Doreen. You're much too good for her, she's just a sluttish barmaid, the local bicycle. The journey is short so I don't want to waste it in idle chatter. What would you like me to do for you to show you that all English girls are not as common as Doreen?” She asked, licking her lips.
“What to do you mean?” I asked quite bemused by her forwardness. She was going much too fast for me and I wasn't sure whether she was teasing or really giving me the come-on. 
Taking a chance I blurted out. “Why don't you... undress, for a starter!”
I held my breath as she looked at me, a sly smile on her full lips. 
“Now”'
“Why not?” I answered nonchalantly but my heart was pounding and my stomach was churning.
By this time the train was well on its way winding through the sun-drenched countryside at a snail's pace. I looked back and saw that Fi had stood up and was already undressing. She'd undone the buttons of her dress and was slipping out of it revealing that underneath all she wore was a white bra and matching panties. She was slim but with plenty of flesh in the right places. I was very surprised when she started pushing her panties down before removing her bra. My cock tingled when I saw her sexy body
“I...I mean.” I was going to compliment her on the beauty of her body, but stopped just in time. She'd merely think me naive and gauche so I kept my mouth shut and watched, with my stomach churning, as she stepped out of the panties. Dense hair, a profusion of curls, covered her mound obscuring her pussy and reaching her belly button. I'd never seen a girl so hairy before and found it a turn-on.
She looked at me and giggled!
“What's so funny”' I asked perturbed by the way she was looking at me as if I was something to be laughed at.
“I'm laughing at the way you're staring at me as if you'd never seen a naked woman before.” She replied. “I'm not laughing at you but tell me how do I compare with Doreen”' 
There was something sarcastic about the way she used Doreen's name and I wasn't at all sure she was sincere suspecting that she was using shock tactics to keep me off balance. Doreen had always been very kind to me and she dispensed her favours with such joie de vivre and warm heart that she could not be classified as a slag. It made me cross that she was denigrated her.
Fenella was still giggling as she leant across me and ran the tip of a finger along my lower lip. I cursed her silently as she knelt on the seat and ran a hand over the bulge tenting the front of my pants.
“Kind of eager aren't you? Wasn't Doreen enough for you? I hear she's anybody's!”
She was really getting my goat and I flushed redly and angrily reached out to grasp her right boob. She didn't resist as I pinched the nipple very hard between two fingers. She groaned but made no effort to pull away. She sighed when I freed the breast and moved my hand to her crotch. My fingertips crept through the thatch of her thick pubic hairs to the moist slit between her thighs. I grinned as I slipped the tip of a finger into her cunt. 
“You're flooded, kind of eager, yourself aren't you?” 
I felt her quivering as my finger explored the thick wetness of her love juices. I was still dressed but ready to fuck her. I was on the verge of getting rid of my clothes and showing her what a virile Yank is capable off when she twisted away and sat on the opposite bunk. 
“Please not yet, you have to eat me first!”
“I don't know if I want to after the things you've said about Doreen!” I replied.
“It really very simple, Yank, you eat me first or we don't fuck!”
The bitch was asking for it! 
Once again she was giving orders trying to humiliate me. Not that I minded sucking her pussy but I didn't like being told what to do. After all she'd come on to me!
“As you said earlier we haven't much time so let's fuck!” I said my voice thick with lust as I tried to shove her onto her back.
“No”' She slapped my face, not hard but enough to bring me up short. I couldn't believe the effrontery of the woman.
“Oh, shit..” I began, but she cut me off by caressing my face. She was laughing at me, her green eyes sparkling her lithe body heaving. She was yanking my dick and I didn't like it.
''Come on Yank, eat me! This is prime English juice not soured cream like Doreen’s. ” She ordered again, lying back on the seat with her legs spread wide. “If you satisfy me we'll fuck later!”
I held my breath as I regained control of my emotions. I wanted to fuck her, had to fuck her and punish her but realised that there was only one way of doing that and that was to do what she wanted. I had to eat her upper-class pussy! 
The bitch! 
Still angry, that she had taken control so easily, I fell to my knees and brought my face near her pussy and took a deep breath, inhaling the pungent smell of her arousal. She was hot for it, there was no doubt about that, and, if I played my cards right, I could teach her a lesson she’d never forget. I paused briefly, hoping that she'd beg me to get on with it, but she didn't say anything but lay there lightly playing with her breasts.
“Oooohhh!” She gasped as I pressed my mouth to her twat. My tongue slid into the fissure and held the inner lips apart while I used my upper lip to rub the tip of the sensitive clitoris. I felt her thighs tighten about my head, and I stuck my tongue even deeper into the hole so that I could savour the taste of her fresh, abundant love juices. There was something sea-like about the flavour, but I didn't mind at all, on the contrary I found it very exciting, and it fuelled my need to stuff my dick into her snatch and show her that that American is best..
“Higher,” she whispered throatily. “Lick my little man!”
I stiffened angrily. There she was still giving me orders even though she was trembling with desire. I realised that if I was going to get anywhere I'd better do as she wished. I pulled my tongue from her hole and moved it upward to the exposed nodule and lapped until I heard a long, racking moan and felt her snatch press against my face, as she lifted her ass off the seat. I love sucking and licking cunt and, even if I say so myself, have an inborn talent which has left many women begging for more. I kept at her, tongue hard on clitoris, teeth lightly scrapping against the flesh where the shaft disappeared into the fleshy folds, fingers sliding into her pussy while a single finger, of the other hand, stroked her peritoneum and asshole while my hot breath bathed her entire genital area in humid warmth. Immediately she began to respond wildly. She eagerly responded by pushing her cunt hard against my face. I could feel her fingers digging into my scalp as if to urge me on. 
So she thought that she could humiliate me! 
Well I was going to show her who was the boss!
The flat surface of my tongue slithered down her slit and buried itself in her pulsing hole. I began stroking her clit with two fingers, alternately rubbing and strumming the erect knob as I forced my tongue deeper and deeper into her juice-drenched cunt. I loved the taste of the thick juice, loved the strong aroma which tickled my nostrils almost making me sneeze, loved to stick my tongue all the way into her hole, loved to feel her asshole twitching against the tip of my finger while I thought about the way I was going to fuck her, as soon as I'd made her climax.
“Yes!” She moaned. ”Oh, yessssss! Don't stop, please don't stop!” Her breaking voice dissolved into a sputter as I slathered saliva and cunt juices over her clit and simultaneously stuck three fingers into her hole drilling them as deep as they'd go. I pushed the tips against the inner walls searching for her g-spot. Her vaginal sphincter gripped my fingers hard as I tried to pull them out so that I could start and in and out motion.
I'll show you, I'm going to lick your arsehole until you beg me to fuck you, I told her silently as I pushed her legs farther apart and used both hands to spread her buttocks so that I could slide my tongue along the cleft. I tickled the deep cleavage with tongue-tip, leaving a trail of saliva then stabbed my tongue against the tight dimple itself, soaking the crimped opening with lots of spittle. By this time she was whimpering and, though the sounds where muted because her inner thighs were pressed tightly against my ears, I was sure that she was begging me to fuck her. I continued to lick her asshole.
I'm going to fuck you all right but only when I'm ready! 
Let her beg!
Suddenly her small hole opened up and my tongue slithered deep inside to be immediately clamped tightly by her anal muscles. It was hot and dank in there as I wriggled my tongue all around while continuing to shove my three fingers in and out of her snatch and I could feel them moving behind the thin membrane separating the two orifices. I was sure that she was on the brink of climaxing so I stopped and pulled my tongue out of her hole and waited.
“Oh, God! Don't stop!” She was whimpering, and there was something about the tone which convinced me that she would do anything I wanted because she was desperate to come.
I stabbed four fingers into her twat and spread the opening as wide as it could go as I used the tip of my tongue to whip her clit from side to side. Fi cried out in ecstasy and begged me to fuck her. Amused by her change of attitude, I decided to keep her strung out and forced my thumb into her pussy and nearly managed to get all of my hand inside her cunt, as I continued massaging her clit.
Doreen might have had the reputation of being available, the local good-time girl, but I was convinced that Fenella's cunt had been used nearly as often by the way it stretched so easily to accommodate my fist. She was writhing wildly , lifting her bottom up in the air with her legs parted wide and her cunt glistening while the powerful smell of her juices assaulted my nostrils.
“Fuck me!” She begged.
Suddenly a wild notion surged into my head. I would fuck her but only after she'd blown me. Let the bitch wait till I decided I was ready to fuck her!  I knew that she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm and would do anything I wanted.  I sat up and, looking down at her, told her what I wanted her to do.
“A good turn deserves another. I want you to blow me!”
“Not a chance I want you to finish what you started” She snarled.
“Oh well there's always Doreen!” I said as I sat back as if I didn't care, one way or another whether she did as I'd asked
“Bastard”' She shrieked with a quaver in her voice.
“My sainted mother wouldn't agree with you. Stop pissing about and blow me!” I said as I reached down and unzipped my pants. Reaching into my shorts I pulled out my dick and surprisingly it was only semi-hard. “Suck it! Get down on your hands and knees and suck my dick, you snooty Limey cow!”
Fi shook her head and moaned something I couldn't understand. I felt a momentary pang of shame and sympathy for her, but then remembered the way she'd treated me a few minutes earlier and how she’d slagged off Doreen. 
“Suck me, bitch, or you can forget about me bringing you off!' I repeated again.
She did it. Reluctantly, at first, but she did it all the same. She reached for my cock and held it in her right hand. She wet her lips with her tongue as she stared at it as if it was a dangerous snake ready to strike. I held my breath as Fi moved her face closer to my crotch, an inch at the time, until her full lips were wetly grazing the knob of my cock.
“Suck it!” I ordered and she did just that. 
She opened her lips and took my cockhead into her mouth, held it tight with her lips and used her tongue to lap at the very tip. It felt fantastic. I wanted to give her orders but at the same time wanted to find out just how good she was on her own. There was something very expert about the way she started sucking my cock. She took another inch of hardening flesh into her mouth, applied suction, and used the flat of her tongue to slather saliva on the sensitive underside. A sigh came from my lips involuntarily, catching me by surprise. Fi seemed spurred on by the sudden sound and she took another two inches of my completely stiff cock into her spit-filled mouth and sucked harder, sucked so powerfully that I thought I wouldn't be able to stand it as my flesh became more and more sensitive. Fingers were cradling my balls, weighing them, and shifting them up and down, toying with the coarse hair before creeping back towards my asshole, pulling lightly on the wrinkly skin of my scrotum until I was certain that I would lose control and come. I grunted, closed my eyes, grabbed both her ears in my fingers, and held her face close to my crotch as I started to count the seconds, in an effort to slow down my need to fill her sucking mouth with my hot jism. My counting coincided with each powerful suction on my dick from her mouth. 
She might have a plumy accent and think that she was better than Doreen but the lady was an expert cocksucker, far better actually than the barmaid. I knew that there was no way I could stop coming so I gave in and bucked and jerked, thrusting my lean hips spasmodically forward as the first of the spasms hit me. I felt the hot spunk spurting out of my cock as Fi's mouth closed harder around my throbbing shaft of flesh. Her tongue was wiping the stuff from my dick as fast as it came shooting out of the slit, at the tip of the knob. I almost laughed out loud as I realised that I'd turned the tables on her. She kept my cock deep inside her mouth, long after I'd finished coming, using her tongue to collect any stray globule of jism before allowing it to escape her mouth.
I looked down at her, and she looked back, her eyes pleading.
“How was it” She asked breathlessly.
“Not bad!” I confessed.
“Tell me,” she said as she smiled. “Am I as good as Doreen?”
I didn't bother answering her but pushed her back so that she was once more stretched out on the seat. I stared at her pussy and feasted my eyes on her swollen inner lips. The flaps were moistly glistening with anticipation and desire. I sat on the edge of the seat and reached out to touch her clit and she jerked as I clamped it between two fingers and pulled it as far as it would stretch. She was trembling slightly as I bend down and pushed my face against her pussy and started to eat her. I stuck my stiff tongue into the opening of her cunt and wiggled it to and fro. She gasped and mumbled something unintelligible as I did it again and again while her fingers ran through my hair.
“Mmm, that's nice!” She murmured softly as I moved my tongue to her clit. 
She stiffened her thighs and dug her fingernails into my scalp as I pursed my lips over the erect clit and sucked hard before clamping it between my teeth. She responded to the pain by crying out and tightening her legs around my head like a vice.
“Ohhhh! Aaaarrgghh!” I heard, as I clamped my teeth more tightly around her clit and hummed, forcing the air out causing vibrations to stream through Fi's cunt.
She was moaning and begging me, almost unintelligibly, not to ever stop, to fuck her and other things in that vein. I increased the volume of my humming, simultaneously moving my hand along her peritoneum to the entrance of her twat. I hooked my middle finger into the opening and applied upward pressure. The combination of the pressure from my finger on her g-spot and my mouth seemed to be almost too much for Fi and she frantically lifted her ass off the seat as she uttered a long, shuddering sigh of ecstasy.
I manoeuvred my thumb into position, in the cleft of her bum, and, as I ate and finger-fucked her, I simultaneously began to stroke the dimpled asshole with the ball of my thumb. She really liked what I was doing because she was pressing her hole against my thumb, as if inviting it inside. She was whimpering meaningless syllables as I increased the loudness of my humming and pressed my thumb deeper into her hole.
“Fuck me! Stick your cock inside me and fuck me!” She whispered urgently. “Fuck me now, please!”
I pulled my mouth from her crotch and stared up at her face. It was contorted in a grimace of urgent need.
“Fuck me now, you Bastard!”
That was more like it this was the real Fenella. I smiled broadly. I was tempted to laugh but resisted the urge. I grasped her buttocks and lifted her upward and started tonguing her clit until she was moving her hips frantically, her ass moving up and down and from side to side. My right hand moved from her ass to her crotch and I fingered her snatch while my tongue continued to play with the swollen bud of her clit. I was making loud slurping noises as I lapped at her cuntal flesh, but she didn't seem to mind. She was smiling almost beatifically as her fingers dug into my scalp. I was contemplating fucking her, because I'd felt my cock stiffen again, when I decided to teach her lesson. I pulled back just enough to get into position then aimed my cock and with a powerful thrust of my pelvis I drove my cock into her asshole.
She screamed like a banshee but I ignored it and drove my cock all the way in. Her rectal hole was very tight and gripped my cock like a fist as she continued screaming for me to get it out. I held her doubled over, so that she couldn’t move, and fucked her ass at my leisure. Actually her insults and threats of going to the police added to my enjoyment. I felt it happening when her body adjusted and began to enjoy the sensation of my cock shuttling in and out of her tight asshole. Her screams tailed off and she began to respond by moving her bottom back and forth aiding my prick to reach even deeper inside her.
I sensed the train beginning to slow down and quicken my strokes until I was unloading my spunk deep in her bottom. I started to pull away, despite Fi's frantic hands clutching at me trying to keep my cock wedged inside her bottom, and sat up. I looked out of the window and saw that we were entering Oxford station. It only took me a few seconds to push my cock back into my pants and zip myself up. I straightened my tie and ran a comb through my hair before adjusting my cap at the right angle.
“You bastard! You fucking bastard, Yankee bastard!” Fenella screamed as she scrambled to her feet. She searched for her panties, which lay on the floor, but they were so filthy that she kicked them under the seat as she swiftly slithered into her dress.
I went to help her zip her dress and she slapped my face. I couldn't help but burst into laughter as I realised that she had not had a chance to climax and that I’d out-winked her and that's why she was so furious.
The train stopped and I grabbed my bag and blew her a kiss, before alighting. I was whistling cheerfully as I strolled along the platform. I looked back and saw a rather effete young man helping Fenella down from the train. Her mouth was working furiously and, though I couldn't hear the words, I knew that she was telling him off for something or other but really she was venting her frustration on him. He looked very sheepish.
I'm back in the States now but I must thank all the lovely English ladies who made my four years stay in their beautiful country something I will never forget, especially Fenella who made that train ride memorable.