Sweet Life 1

by Violet Blue

  Jack stroked up and down Tori’s thigh, just slightly to the inside. They kissed again.

  They’re pretending they don’t know me, either, Alex thought. Pretending all too well.

  The train stopped, the doors opened. Jack’s hand came to rest on Tori’s knee. Tori smiled at him. A slightly hunched, well-dressed black lady with gray hair came in and took a seat. She sat in the second row of seats behind the couple, facing Alex. Since she was on the same side of the aisle as Jack and Tori, the seats in front of her might possibly obstruct her view of them. It was hard to tell for sure, from where Alex was sitting.

  The train started moving again. Tori put her leg back over Jack’s knee. There was a section of train, directly across the aisle from Jack and Tori, that had a view of Tori’s panties, which Alex had understood were to be pink cotton. Alex wished he was sitting in one of those privileged seats, but they lay vacant.

  Jack whispered something into Tori’s ear, and she smiled at him and nodded. Alex couldn’t hear what he said. His ears burned.

  They stayed like that, her leg over his knee, for another stop. The door opened. Someone boarding the train will see her panties, thought Alex. But no one boarded.

  Tori looked vaguely disappointed. She tilted her head up to whisper something to Jack. He smiled. The arm that was wrapped around Tori slipped down a little, then rose. In the process Jack’s hand dipped under the crop top, and his whole hand was on Tori’s breast, separated from flesh by only her bra. Tori’s top tented and stretched to accommodate the hand. Alex’s heart beat faster, and he looked over at the older lady. Her view was blocked, Alex realized, by Jack leaning forward slightly and by the rise of Tori’s other breast. Still, she was frowning.

  Another stop; still no one entered. Five stops more to go.

  Tori put her hand on Jack’s thigh, squeezing him through his slacks. It stayed there for just a moment, before Tori placed it directly on Jack’s crotch. Alex had no doubt that Tori could feel Jack’s cock, and that his cock was hard.

  The door opened and a younger man came in. College kid, Alex guessed, since he boarded at the stop next to the university. He raised his eyebrows when he saw Tori and Jack. Alex imagined what he saw: Tori’s legs apart to show her panties, her hand on Jack’s dick, and Jack’s hand on her tit. Alex imagined what he was thinking: that Tori was a slut, and that Jack was a damned lucky guy. The college kid sat across the aisle from Jack and Tori. It was the seat with the best view of the action. The college kid’s choice of seating seemed to be the last straw for the old lady, who got up with a undisguised huff and walked away, finding a seat facing away from everybody.

  Tori made eye contact with the boy, and bit her lip. Alex couldn’t tell whether she was really embarrassed, or just putting on an act. She kept her hand on Jack’s hard cock, though. Alex realized that his own cock was hard, too, and had been for a while.

  Everyone sat there frozen, for a minute. The door opened, closed. No one got on. Three more stops.

  Tori gave Jack’s cock a parting squeeze as she removed her hand. The kid’s eyes bulged. Alex wondered if the kid thought Tori was really a teenager. He hoped things were going to calm down a little. His dick had gotten painfully hard.

  He should have known, did know at some level, that Jack wasn’t going to let things calm down. Jack followed Tori’s glance and looked the college kid up and down. Then he moved his hand, the one that was resting on Tori’s thigh, up under her skirt. Tori’s eyes widened. Alex wondered what Jack was doing there, if he was fingering her or rubbing her, if his hand was inside or outside her panties. He wanted to get up and stop them, or at least take the college kid’s seat and get a better view.

  Jack said something to Tori. The boy could hear every word, Alex was sure, but Alex could hear only that the sentence started with “Vicki,” and sounded like a command. Tori snuggled up close to Jack, pressing her unoccupied tit against his chest. The movement did nothing to move Jack’s hand away from her cunt, but it did turn her bottom toward Alex and caused the skirt in front to flip down more decently.

  The door opened and closed, but no came in and Alex hardly noticed the old lady get off. He wanted to know whether Jack’s hand was inside his wife. His cock was so hard that it hurt. He wondered if stroking himself was permitted, and decided reluctantly that it wasn’t. Sit still, Jack had said, with Tori nodding.

  Tori squirmed up against Jack as if she was trying to make sure he rubbed her in just the right place. In the process she raised her bottom, and her skirt rode up. Tori seemed unaware of this, but Alex caught a glimpse of her panties. They were pink.

  Jack’s hand moved within Tori’s top, and quite obviously squeezed her nipple. Tori gasped. The kid’s eyes widened. Jack let go of Tori’s tit and moved his hand down to clutch her ass. He looked amused to find Tori’s skirt already conveniently out of the way. Tori wrapped her arms around Jack’s neck and kissed his ear and the side of his neck passionately.

  They pulled into the penultimate station and Alex noticed a policeman walking along the platform. They could get arrested, Alex realized. He got out of his seat, ready to dive in front of Tori and Jack if that would do any good. His mouth opened to shout out a warning.

  The cop passed by and got into another subway car, and Alex sat back down without saying anything. Neither Jack nor Tori noticed his infraction, although the college kid did. Of course, thought Alex, he doesn’t know it was an infraction. Heck, he doesn’t even know I’m involved.

  Jack let Tori go. “Take ’em off, Vicki,” he told her, plenty loud.

  Tori stood up, took a nervous look around, reached under her skirt, and slipped her panties out from under. She handed them to Jack. The kid’s eyes were wide.

  “You’ve got a wet snatch,” said Jack. “What are you going to do to make it happy?”

  “Find somebody to fuck, I guess,” said Tori.

  “How ’bout him?” asked Jack, pointing to the college kid. “Show him your pussy.”

  Tori turned around to face the boy and lifted her skirt. The kid just stared, and mumbled something that Alex couldn’t make out. Alex’s heart beat fast. They’re taking it too far, he thought. She’s my wife.

  Jack smiled. “You’re such a slut,” he said to Tori. She turned back to Jack, letting her skirt drop back into place. She was blushing.

  Tori pointed over at Alex. “I wanna fuck him. May I, please?”

  “Of course, Vicki. As long as you fuck some stranger, you know we’ll both be happy.”

  Tori smoothed her skirt down just as the train was slowing down. Jack tucked the panties into his pants pocket. The college kid’s eyes followed Tori’s every move as she walked to Alex, smiled at him, and held out her hand. Alex took her hand, and rose from his seat. He put a hand around her waist, his pinky finger resting on the familiar first curve of her bottom.

  The doors opened. Jack got up, nodded to the kid, and looked over at Alex and Tori. Tori didn’t notice. Jack winked, and Alex smiled. Tori and Alex followed Jack out the door, but Jack headed for a different exit. They would talk on the phone later.

  The kid left last, if he left at all. Alex imagined him sitting on the train for a while, playing it all back in his mind.

  They walked to their car, a blue two-door Toyota Tercel, in silence. The parking lot was dark and almost deserted, only a few cars left at this late hour. As they walked, Alex’s hand slowly slid lower, feeling Tori’s ass through her skirt.

  “You drive,” he said. If he drove he knew he would be distracted from the road by the hard ache of his cock.

  “Oh, honey,” said Tori. Her voice was husky. “I’m so turned on, I don’t know if I can drive safely.”

  He unlocked the driver’s-side door. Tori stood next to him, her breast pressing against his arm. He felt her move, and looked over to see her rubbing her hand against the front of her skirt.

  He opened the door, tilted the front seat forward, and crawled into the backseat. He had barely sat down when Tori
crawled on top of him, straddling him with her bare thighs. He instantly felt the moist heat of her pantyless crotch through the thin fabric of his pants.

  She grabbed the door, slammed it closed. Alex hurried to pull the crop top over her head, hoping it would tear. Tori unfastened the bra and let it fall to the plush floor of the car. They heard a car engine and froze for a moment while the headlights of the car illuminated Tori’s bare torso for a moment. The car drove on.

  Alex took a tit in his mouth, sucking hard, almost biting on the already turgid nipple. Tori worked the zipper of his jeans, her fingers made clumsy from haste. Finally, his cock was freed, springing out stiff as a board, radiating heat. He lifted Tori just enough that her slit hovered above the head of it. She settled over him like a smooth glove, her skirt covering his thighs. She was so wet. He didn’t know which of them was more aroused.

  He thrust into her hard, repeatedly, bucking her almost off and then pulling her to him with his strong hands gripping her ass. They were caught in the lights from another pair of headlights, suddenly, and these lingered, as if whoever was in the car was watching.

  Tori screamed in pleasure, her cunt tightening around him, pulsing. In response, Alex exploded inside her, gasping. They held each other, not looking around, until the car drove off.

  Alex realized how very much in love he was with his wife. He told her so.

  “I love you, too, honey,” said Tori. “I was thinking the whole time how much I was going to enjoy being in bed with you when we got home.” She giggled. “We didn’t make it home, did we?”

  “No,” agreed Alex.

  “One question, honey?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Jack’s throwing a party in a couple of nights. He and I have some wicked ideas. Can we go?”

  A Walk in the Park

  MARIE SUDAC

  I know something’s going to happen; I just don’t know what. You’ve asked me to go on my daily walk through the park, but today you told me to wear your favorite skirt. It’s something sexy, but not too obvious—a prim silk number that falls to midthigh, deepest burgundy to match my lipstick and to contrast the forest-green blouse that’s just a little more low-cut in front than my usual. Comfortable shoes, but with something of a heel.

  Anyone seeing me walk through the park here at the cusp of darkness would think I was only a businesswoman who hadn’t changed out of her work clothes before going on a little stroll through the park. They might see the sparkle in my eye, but it probably wouldn’t mean anything to them. They wouldn’t know about the tight, see-through black thong on over my garters, or the lace tops to my sheer, seamed black stockings. Or the lacy bra under my form-fitting blouse. You didn’t ask for those; they were my innovation.

  The park is deserted, though, and there’s nobody to walk by me and not know. The smell of the pines and the dust invigorates me; it was a hot day, and it’s just now cooling down. It feels great. I stretch in the low-slanting sunlight and take deep breaths of the clean air, glad to be out.

  I don’t take much notice when I hear the car behind me. I don’t notice the four men inside—two in back, two in front. Not until the big white sedan pulls in front of me, just in front of me, and the doors pop open. Suddenly there’s one guy in front of me and one behind me—big men, one black and one maybe Latino.

  I’m about to say their names. But the one behind me speaks first, as he crowds up behind me.

  “Hello, girl—you look good enough to eat! You want to take a little ride?”

  It takes me only an instant to figure out what game you’ve got in mind. I scowl and try to squirm away from the men.

  “No, thanks, I’ll walk,” I say, and instinctively reach for my whistle. The guy in front of me grabs it out of my hand, bends forward to grab my other wrist as I move to slap him. He’s good-looking, beefy, and Latin, and it’s as if I’m noticing him for the first time, as if I don’t know him. He takes my whistle and puts it in his pocket.

  “What d’you need that for, lady? Four nice guys want to take you for a ride, why d’you have to make problems? Most ladies would do a lot to get a date from four good-lookin’ gents like us.”

  I struggle against him as they push me toward the car. There’s an instant when I almost have to laugh, it all seems so perfect. But I manage to suppress it and succumb to the instinctive fright as I’m pushed into the back seat, the black man forcing me over to the middle, where I’m shoved against an equally big, scary-looking, and familiar white guy. He grins at me wolfishly as the black man gets in behind me, slamming the door, and the Latino guy gets in front. I see you there, driving, not turning around to look at me, as if you don’t even care what’s happening. You hit the gas and pull away, heading into what remains of the setting sun. Only a few more minutes and it’ll be dark.

  Now no one’s holding my wrists, but the two men in the back seat are sitting so close that I couldn’t move much if I tried. The feeling of body heat against me sends a surge through my body; in fact, I know if I slipped my finger up there I would be gushing-wet already. That’s how fast you’ve worked your magic on me. The white guy takes my hand and leans close, smiling at me; I can smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his breath. The black man’s arms are around me; he’s kissing the back of my neck.

  “What’s your name?” asks the white guy.

  “Ur…Ursula,” I say, too frightened and stunned to lie.

  “Ursula what?”

  “Why do you want to know my name?”

  “Just tell me, Ursula. That’s such a pretty name. Ursula what?”

  “Ursula Parker,” I tell him, and he leans close to kiss me. I close my lips tight and he starts kissing my ear, sucking on the lobe. The black man is biting the back of my neck now, hungrily, as if devouring me. I can feel his arms around me, his hands coming up to cup my breasts. I try to pull his hands off me, but he grabs them both and forces my palms over my own tits. He’s very strong.

  “Ursula Parker,” says the white guy. “That’s a beautiful name…just like you. My name’s Jason. That’s Mike feeling up your tits, and there in the front’s Eric, and Charlie’s driving.” They’re new names, unfamiliar, stranger’s names, which only makes me hotter. “You’re gonna get to know us a whole lot better than that, Ursula Parker.”

  I try to pull my hand free but the white guy grabs it and places it on his crotch, firmly holding it there. His cock is big and hard against his tight jeans.

  “See what you do to me, Ursula?” he whispers breathily into my ear. “You’re a very beautiful woman. You’re gonna have a great time with us four studs.”

  “Let me go,” I say, trying to push him away, trying to struggle, but Mike has my wrists and as I squirm he pulls my arms back behind me, roughly, and pins them there. Jason grabs my hair and twists, pulling me down into his lap so that Mike can get a better hold on my wrists while I feel thick rope encircle them.

  I feel him knotting the ropes expertly—he’s done this many times before. If this was real I would wonder how many women my age or younger have sat here between these two street toughs and felt their hands and mouths on their bodies; now, I know it’s just me, and that sends a surge of excitement and fear through me as I feel the ropes cinching tight.

  Mike and Jason pull/push me back upright, and now I’m squirming in the seat with nothing to give me purchase, no seat belt, nothing but their bodies against me holding me up as you take the curves of the park roads faster and faster. We’re heading up to the observation point, heading up the back way where nobody goes. Knowing that makes me breathe harder. Jason’s face is close to mine, smiling as he kisses the side of my neck; meanwhile, I feel Mike’s hands on my breasts, massaging them enough to feel the nipples hard through the silk blouse. I feel him pinching my nipples, rolling them between thumb and forefinger, and I feel a wave of heat go from my tits to my rapidly flooding pussy. I look at him, eyes wide, looking scared, staring into his dark, comforting eyes as he strokes my breasts.

  Then he
starts unbuttoning my blouse.

  “Don’t,” I say, and he says, “Shhhhhhh,” taking each button one at a time, slowly exposing the full swell of my pale cleavage and the ephemeral lace of the sexy bra. He whistles in approval and says “I like a girl who knows how to dress sexy.” He gets my shirt open all the way, and now I know he can see my nipples, obvious and hard, through the see-through gauze of the black bra. He gently works the cups down over my teacup breasts and bends down to kiss them, taking my nipples in his mouth. The warmth soothes me, and I only squirm a little as his tongue flickers roughly over my hard nipples; besides, the little bit I do squirm is nullified by Jason’s arms holding my shoulders, making sure I don’t try to get away.

  “There, isn’t that nice?” Jason says, his breath hot on my ear as he pulls my blouse over my shoulders. Mike unhooks the front-clasp of my bra and peels the sweaty mesh back, Jason holding me tight in case I freak out. Then Jason’s bending down low, his mouth finding one breast while Mike suckles the other. I lean back and feel their hot tongues working in tandem to send shivers through my body. I can feel it in my clit, a hard throbbing that surges double every time one of them presses his tongue against the tip of my nipple. Now I’m squirming but good, and I hear my lips uttering, “Oh God, oh God, oh God” before I can stop myself.

  Then Jason’s mouth is on mine, hard this time, not taking no for an answer. I can’t close my lips before his tongue is in my mouth, pressing it open, stroking my own. He savages my mouth with his, and I don’t even try to stop him any more, just recline against his body while he slips his hand into my hair and holds me tight so that I won’t get away. I feel Mike’s hands on my breasts, squeezing hard this time, thumbs and forefingers working my nipples roughly enough to make me squeal if I could—but I can’t, I just lie there and feel Jason taking possession of my mouth. They own me now, and they know it; however much I might struggle, Mike and Jason know they’ll have me any and every way they want. That’s true long before Mike works his hand between my thighs, under my skirt. I try to clamp my legs shut, try to pull against the ropes and get free so that I can push his hand away, but it’s useless; he struggles against me, unyielding and vehement, forcing my knees apart and pulling my ass over on the seat so that he can put his body weight on my knees and hold me open. I hear Mike saying, “Shhhhhh, Ursula, don’t fight, just let it happen, it’s going to happen whether you like it or not, you may as well enjoy it,” and I feel Jason’s hand on my breasts. Now I’m stretched between Mike and Jason, Mike holding my legs down and open, my head cradled in Jason’s arms as he kisses me, my hair gripped in his powerful fist while his other hand caresses my tits.