Author: Pervitron
Title: Trouble Maker
Summary: A husband and wife like to play games in public. He pretends 
to assault her on the subway. Of course the other men on the subway 
do just what you'd expect good, decent gentlemen to do - they join in!
Keywords: MMF, voy, interr, BM, swing

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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descriptions of a
sexual nature. It is intended for mature persons only. Any
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NOTES:

1. Copyright �(C) April 1998 - 2008.

2. The persons and situations depicted in this story are entirely
fictitious. Any similarities to actual persons or situations are
completely unintentional and coincidental.

3. Reader comments and feedback are always encouraged; send to
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Story: Troublemaker
Author: Pervitron



"C'mon Shelly, not pigtails, I'll get punched out"  

Oh, she was hot today, walking out of our bedroom like she was on
a runway.   White cotton top and skirt, with a bare midriff. 
"Columbia" in blue letters across her chest: we'd be playing with
coed snatch, boys.  The skirt was short enough to show off her
long dancer legs.  White, out of the box sneakers completed the
overall look of some spoiled rich girl, alone in the big city,
far away from the daddy that paid for it all. 

Delights underneath.  She turned around and bent over slowly. 
Her skirt was short enough that just the tiniest, most innocent
bend started to reveal her panties. You couldn't miss them.
Electric blue panties jumped out from beneath the white skirt.
Lace panties, and as she continued to bend she revealed a vine of
small lace kisses all over her tight, firm ass.

My wife was hot, very hot.  I felt like forgetting our outing,
doing her right there on the hardwood floor.  But I knew from
long experience with her that things would be better if we had a
little fun first.  I got hard imagining doing her later, the way
her voice teases me while I'm inside her pussy, the teasing
little whispers about the people we toy with, and the trouble she
causes

I just had a bad feeling looking at the pigtails.  I feel like
we're on safer ground with the total slut look.  This was too
ambivalent; a guy concentrating on her face might see her as too
young and innocent.  Things get out of hand then. "I know what
guys are like, honey, and it's dangerous to move off the slut
look.  Why don't you let your hair down, and trade in the
sneakers for some high pumps..." Not to mention that this is the
look that I like.  "...And throw on some cheap jewelry, too."

"Think I don't know what guys are like, how to keep them under
control?"  Foolish of me, I had to admit she's on her home field
here.  Shelly is just 20, but she's probably seen the eyes of a
hundred men as they climaxed inside her.  She knows how we're put
together deep inside, and can play to either our balls or our
hearts. A look from her eyes and a movement of her lips can make
me feel like a rabid dog; Just a downward glance, a tear, and a
quiver in those same lips turns another switch inside me - now
nothing matters but fixing whatever is causing her unhappiness. 
"C'mon, I want to try this look," batting her little doe eyes.
"Besides, those big bad men will have all this to look at,"
running her hands sensuously up along her thighs, lifting her
skirt slightly. 

My heart jumped.  Who the fuck would be looking at her hair?


The New York City subway is our playground.  Occasionally we do
other things, like flashing in the car or a blowjob behind a
museum exhibit.  Those are fun, but we've found that nothing gets
us off like some subway action.  We have a captive audience
during the 40-minute ride from Queens to lower Manhattan.  We
have plenty of time to put on our own little drama, and protected
by anonymity, men in the crowd let themselves get into it. 

I walk her to the station, enjoying the way the men in the
streets stare at her. When we descend into the subway we
separate, but stay within sight of each other.  While we're
waiting on the platform I scope out the crowd.  I get my first
stirrings by watching men watch her.  The white cotton outfit
makes her stand out like an angel from the dirt and grime. I see
the glances across the top of folded newspapers, and try to guess
who'll get lucky today.  You never know.

The next train comes.  I get into the same car as she does. Its
rush hour, so all of the seats are taken, but it's still early
enough to get your choice of standing spots.  Standing is what we
want.  I stay near the center of the car and watch her find her
place near forward end.   There are two seats with their backs to
the side wall between the foremost platform door and the door
leading to the next car.  An old woman in her sixties is sitting
in the seat closest to the door and a boy of about 13 is sitting
next to her.  Shelly takes her position in front of the old
woman.  Perfect.


After a few stops the train gets more full. I move towards Shelly
and take my position within a few feet of her, near the door next
to the old lady.  I wasn't alone. Funny, once Shelly took her
place, the center of gravity started shifting in the car.  For
some reason men seemed drawn to our end of the car, I found it
amusing to watch them enter, find a place, look around, spot
Shelly, and find this urge to move. Pervert that I am, I root
some men forward with my mind, men with that real hungry look
that makes for hot action.  

Today would be good.  A tall lean black guy in his mid twenties
takes up position on Shelly's right, in front of the sitting boy. 
He was in his early 20's, well built, wearing a Chicago Bulls
T-Shit.  Even though Shelly wasn't looking, and appeared
disinterested, I knew she liked Bulls.  I know her type.  And
Bulls certainly liked her - I had watched him get on all the way
at the other end of the car.  Once he saw Shelly his eyes stayed
on her, and he started this way.

Now it was fairly crowded.  Two business types are behind Shelly. 
Old guys, I had the feeling that this was the closest they've
been to top shelf pussy in weeks.  One guy is in his forties,
thin with glasses and a laptop computer.  The other guy is a bit
older and heavier, thick and stocky, with a Grey beard. With the
enclosing crowd, we were all pushed closer together, one of the
businessmen, the computer guy, reaches a hairy arm above Shelly's
bare shoulder to grab the hanging strap above her.  As the train
rocked, she slowly moved towards him, so that he pigtails and
neck brushed his arm every so slightly.  The touch that maddens.

We're packed tightly now: myself, Shelly, Bulls, and the two
businessmen behind her.  I watch Shelly as she starts to slowly
rub her shoulder into the arm thats hanging over her.  I'm facing
her, and I can see both her and his face behind her.  He's not
moving his arm; he's enjoying the slight contact with such a hot
young coed.  When she has his full attention, she works on the
others.  There's a subway map on the wall above the old lady's
face.  She leans forward and studies it, arching her back,
hanging lower on the strap above.  The loose cotton top hangs out
slightly, exposing more of her dark, shapely belly.  The old lady
doesn't seem to care, but the 13-year-old boy next to her
certainly does.

The old woman sitting next to him must the boy's grandmother -
she's on his case about school, something about how important
grades are, and how disappointed she is in him.  He's a typical
boy, just tuning Grandma out.  Junior slouches low in the chair,
hands in the pockets of his shorts, and his eyes almost hidden
beneath long blond hair.  That is, hidden until Shelly started
hanging forwards, because from his low vantagepoint on the seat,
he's looking upward at Shelly's exposed chest.  His eyes locked
onto to her.

Things are ready now.  The train is fully loaded.  We're at the
last local stop in Queens, about to begin the first of a few long
express runs.  Its time to get some action going.    

The doors close behind me, and when the train moves into the
express tunnel I make my move.  While Shelly is leaning towards
the map over grandma's head, I move slightly behind her, and so
the total effect is to bring her closer to the door.  I slide my
arm down her back onto her ass and start caressing it, kneading
it through the soft cotton.  Now every man in the car,
particularly Bulls and the two businessmen, have had their
attention riveted to her body since they got on the train, so
they see what's going on.  Their eyes light up.  Even Junior
realizes what's happening.

For a moment, Shelly stays rigid as I fondle her ass.  She stops
moving, and hangs still in front of Grandma and Junior.  She
starts to act ... annoyed.  This is where it takes off.  She
sighs, as if she's pissed off, sick and tired of this, she can't
stand when some filthy pig paws and gropes her on the subways. 
Never mind she's dressed to attract just this sort of hassle.

The men see me, and they notice her reaction.  Bulls isn't
looking at her ass anymore, he's looking at her face.  And at
mine. On the edge, and I can see the calculation in his eyes:   
He's already figured he can kick my ass, stand up for the little
lady, and maybe have a few months worth of grateful young pussy.
I get a little shiver, since men get protective around some
girls.  But he's back looking at her, all of her, measures her
cleavage and short skirt and realizes just how much flesh she's
offering. The little miss is a little tease.  I can see it in his
eyes.  Fuckin' bitch is a whore!


So Bulls reached his hand down and grabbed her ass too, his big
black hand joining the fun.  I let go, and he slowly reached his
hand down her thigh, and drew the thin skirt back up, exposing
her blue lace panties and butt flesh for all to see.  I glanced
at Shelly's face, and while she grew visibly more upset at such a
clear outrage, I could see the hazy look of arousal in her eyes.
This was everything she wanted. She loved being the center of bad
attention, the bad girl teasing men to do bad things. 

And everyone was looking!  The two businessmen stared slack
jawed, imagining their hands and the way those lovely cheeks
would feel. Comparing the shape and texture of those cheeks
against what they had at home.  Grandma stopped lecturing Junior;
suddenly, she realized what was going on, and right in front of
her.  The nerve! All she saw was the big black man, and a young
girl who was upset.  She wasn't a man, so while she noticed the
young coed still in pigtails, she missed the other signals Shelly
was giving off.  The "C'mon and fuck me!" signals.  Grandma saw
just a young girl only a few years older than Junior being
assaulted.  She wasn't going to stand for this, not as a
civilized woman on her train.

"Stop that!  Leave that girl alone!"  She started to get up as
she said this, and confront Bulls directly.

Bulls didn't let her get all the way up.  He leaned over and got
right in the old lady's face:  "Mind your fuckin' business, you
old cunt," spitting the words at her through bared teeth.  She
recoiled as if she were shot, shocked.

The screws were tightening.  As Bulls resumed his fondling, now
free from any interference, Shelly started acting more annoyed. 
But I knew she was excited; we'd done things like this many times
in the past, and I knew that this was the part she loved.  "I
love it when I bring their inner rapist out, when men start
acting like wild dogs."  She started to bring her hands down off
the strap, and would "try" to fight him off.  

That was my queue.  I grabbed one of the hands that were now
behind her.  Just before it reached Bulls hand, I took it by the
wrist and turned her arm up into her back.  Gently, but that's
not the way it looked - everyone else saw her turn rigid with
pain, arching backwards as I pushed her chest hard against the
subway door.  She was pinned, trapped and helpless.  I looked
across her at Bulls and said, "I'll hold her."  I listened
closely to her breathing; short, quick breaths that sounded to
everyone else like terror.  But I knew she was hot inside.

The air in the car was charged now.  I held Shelly against the
door, held her tight while Bulls started fondling her again,
reaching his fingertips beneath her panties, and feeling the
delight of her soft cheeks.  Oh, Shelly has a nice ass, and here
it was. Exposed for all to see on a crowded subway.  This was her
dream, a secret wish she told me about, and here we made it
happen. This was just inches across from Grandma's face; She was
still staring lifeless at the event, seemingly unable to believe
what was happening, but she wasn't looking away.  And Junior! 
Junior was bolt upright, leaning forward so he could leer at
Shelly's ass without Grandma blocking the view.  The 13-year-olds
face was flushed red.  Like Bulls, he had a growing mound in his
shots too - the kid had a rocket in his pocket.

The train moves quickly on its express run, and even at the next
stop, the doors on this side wouldn't open.  We planned it that
way, so there would be plenty of time.  Bulls pulls the waistband
of his shorts down, and exposed his huge black cock.  I swear I
could hear an audible gasp as we realized what was going to
happen.

I held her hand tightly against her lower back.  Bulls took one
hand off her ass and grabbed one of her pigtails.  He kept the
other down there, as he moved against Shelly's back.  "He looked
as me with fire in his eyes and said "Hold the bitch tight!" 
Shelly heard that and she just.... Melted.  Christ, this was hot,
the prospect of this big man reaming her ass right here and now
had my dick stiff.  Shelly, Bulls and I were pressed close; I
could feel his hot breath as he reacted to the feel of her
buttery assflesh on the tip of his dick.  I couldn't see what was
going on down there, whether he was inside her or not, but I
could see the reaction on the men near us.  Like a heard sensing
a storm in the air.   Some were sizing us up like Bulls measured
me, and I could see the same measurement of Shelly; was she worth
a beating?  Or, like scavengers, just hang back and enjoy the
spoils.  It wasn't even close - the sight of her exposed ass
there for the taking overwhelmed all other feelings.  They'd be
in there after us; they were waiting like a pack of wolves.

"Don't move, cunt!"  I said, loud enough for everyone.  "You
fuckin' cockteaser, here it comes!"  Junior heard every word. His
eyes had a dreamlike look as he watched the big black man enjoy a
piece of ass. "Please stop, someone help me!"  Shelly said,
gulping air like she was drowning.  Fat chance, no one would try
to help.  Men watched, half sick, half thrilled, their animal
juices reacting to the primitive scene. And through the crowd of
men I could even see a woman or two, sheepish almost hiding the
crowd, too weak to protest, too fearful of the men in the car
turning on her.  

My face was too close to Shelly's face, and to Bull's face, to
see what was happening down there.  Later on, Shelly told me. 
That night, while I was rock hard inside her she told me what it
felt like.  He didn't fuck her in the ass - he just slid her lace
panties down, and pushed his dick into the crevices and creases
between her ass and thighs.  She felt his head slide threw her
pelvis along the underside of her hairy cunt!  "Tell me more
honey," as I started that night to rock slowly inside her pussy. 
She whispered and grew wetter as she told me.

"All I could feel was this big thing pushing itself between my
legs.  I knew your face was behind me, and I loved the sound of
your voice as you called me a cunt.  I looked down at the old
lady and at the little boy sitting next to her.  He just kept
looking at my ass, at what was happening down here.  Such an
intense look, so sexual, the way he watched Bulls pushing into
me.
Right next to Junior's face I could see an old man rubbing
secretly in his pants pocket. I knew the boy would never forget
this, that the sight of me being forcibly taken before all these
men was making a deep imprint on his soul.  He'll think of me
whenever a girl makes him hard."  

"Oh, Shelly, you bitch, you cunt!"  Like little love bites in her
ear, I feel like my cock will explode

"So wet I was back there.  The boy watched me so intently, and
every few seconds he'd look up from my ass and we'd lock eyes. 
We were staring at each other when Bulls came.  You see, the boy
knew in his gut that I liked it, he knew I really didn't want
help.  He watched me so closely. He saw the ripple of pleasure
that spread across my face when Bulls emptied himself all over
the inside front of my skirt."

All the while she was telling me all this I was fucking her wet
pussy. God, I'm so lucky having a hot little slut like this for a
wife.

End

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This was my first story, it's inspiration was a scene I 
saw as a teenager on the IRT. A man and woman were making out 
passionately right in the middle of the subway car. The girl 
was actually on top of the guy, she was facing him, straddling him, and his 

hands were all over her ass.

What was fascinating to me was the reaction of the 
passengers. Older women had a look of disgust, but the 
men and even some younger woman couldn't help staring at 
them. It was such a primal scene, so compelling, and ever 
since I saw it I have been intrigued by public sex.

Of course when I wrote my story, I had to add my special twist. 
I wanted the same scene, but I wanted it to appear to everyone 
as of the girl was being assaulted.

Where am I in this story? There's a small boy, riding the 
train next to his grandmother. That's me.

I'd love to here from you, no matter what you thought
 of my story. Comments and story ideas are welcome at:
 Pervitron@Hotmail.com
http://www.asstr.org/~Pervitron
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