At that moment, the train roared into the 86 Street station, and I felt a whoosh of fresh air rush into the cabin from a crack in the window. The sensation of the train filling the station echoed the feeling I was having from the rubber cock embedded in my pussy, and I grasped the overhead bar tightly as the NYU girl and I watched each other come until we were thoroughly spent.
4
Ménage à Trois
As I stood over the college girls trying to catch my breath, I noticed the NYU girl's screen suddenly light up with new messages.
I can't wait to get off this train, one of the girls texted. I need to touch myself right NOW!
That's the hottest sex I've ever seen, the other one said.
What did I tell you guys? the NYU girl replied. These are two hot mamas!
When the train screeched to a halt, the brunette retracted the rubber dildo from between my legs, then calmly lifted it under her jacket and fastened the button. As the train began to take on a new round of passengers, the NYU girl typed a new message.
I'm going to try something, she said. Will you guys squeeze together and take my seat?
What are you planning to do? one of her friends replied.
You'll see.
Suddenly, the NYU girl stood up directly in front of me and turned around to face the bench, placing her hand on the bar next to mine. She caressed my hand with her forefinger then looked me straight in the eyes in the window. Apparently, this college girl wasn't as shy as I thought. I glanced at the brunette in the mirror and we nodded, recognizing what she wanted. I stepped in front of her and the brunette moved behind her, sandwiching the NYU girl between us. Her two girlfriends stopped texting on their phones and looked up at the three of us, wondering what we had planned.
When the train left the station, the brunette and I pressed our bodies tightly together, then I saw her unclasp her jacket and fumble between her legs to free the rubber dildo. She lifted one side of the girl's skirt then tilted her hips upward just as she'd done with me. I saw the girl's eyes widen in the window reflection as she felt the cock suddenly flap between her legs. But in her sandwiched position, it wasn't as easy for her to reach between her thighs to help point it where it belonged.
I moved my hand around the side of my hips and reached under the front of her skirt. The girls in front of me sat ram-straight in their seats, watching in disbelief. Just as I'd hoped, the NYU girl was bare and nude under her clothes. The feeling of her wet vulva pulsing over top of the hard dildo made my own pussy throb again. I placed my fingers under the dildo and pressed it against the girl's slit, while the brunette slid it forward and back across her opening. I could feel the girl's breath on my neck as she panted from the friction of the hard phallus against her engorged clit.
The brunette and I teased the girl for a few moments, then I pressed the tip of the dildo into her pussy with my two fingers. The girl's hips tilted away from me as she pointed her hole toward the cock. When it entered her, she moaned in my ear and kissed my neck softly. I could feel the moisture returning to my own cunt and I suddenly wished I was the one getting fucked again.
I kept my hand between the girl's legs as I felt the slippery dildo sliding in and out of her. I glanced up in the window as both the brunette and I watched the girl's face twisting in pleasure. I moved my fingers to the front of her mound and located her clit, and began rubbing it in circles while the brunette pushed harder against her hips. I could see the pleasure rising on the girl's face, but we only had a short interval before the next stop at 72nd Street, and we had to pause again while everybody got off the train so as not to attract too much attention.
While the brunette kept her hips locked against the girl's ass with the dildo buried inside her, I moved my hand from under the girl's skirt and placed my wet fingers on top of hers on the overhead bar. One of her friends on the bench looked up at the NYC girl and mouthed the letters ‘O - M – G’ to her with wide eyes. ‘So hot!’ she mouthed, shifting her weight uncomfortably on the seat.
The NYU girl simply gritted her teeth and looked straight ahead, not wanting to draw any extra attention to her prostrated position. I glanced at the map on the wall and saw that our next stop was Columbus Circle. We'd have a slightly longer run before our next interruption, and I nodded to the brunette in the window that this was our chance to get the girl off.
After a new crop of passengers crowded into the compartment and the train raced back into the tunnel, I reached around behind me again and grasped the rubber joystick in my hand. The size and texture of the dildo made it almost feel like a real cock, and the girl's lubrication coating the surface made it slide effortlessly in my hand. I paused for a few moments to savor the brunette's fucking action, then I returned my fingers to the girl's love button.
She had a gloriously smooth and soft pubis, and her clit was poking out of her hood like a hot chili pepper. I pinched the tip of it between my thumb and forefinger and rolled it around. The girl whimpered in my ear as she pressed her tits into my back, resting herself against me. I pushed back with my arm on the overhead rail to support us as I began to circle her clit with my fingers.
I could feel her breath coming in stronger bursts now against the back of my neck. It was exhilarating to have such a direct connection with what she was feeling. I looked in the window and saw that she was peering directly at me now, as her eyelids fluttered in waves of pleasure. The brunette sensed she was close also, and grasped the girl's hips, thrusting the dildo deeper inside. I pressed my fingers harder against her clit and began to circle it more quickly.
The girl pressed her mouth against the top of my shoulder to stifle her moans and I saw her face tighten with her impending orgasm. Suddenly, she bit into the flesh of my shoulder and I felt her hips convulse in paroxysms of pleasure. Little squeals emanated from her mouth as she panted hot breaths on my neck as her orgasm washed over her. I held my hand over her throbbing clit while her hips jerked with each orgasmic convulsion. When she finally stopped moving, the brunette and I held the girl close, savoring the three-way connection we'd just shared. I peered down at the two other girls on the bench and they simply looked up at us with their mouths agape. We'd given them a show they would never forget.
As the train roared into Columbus Circle station, I turned around to face the girl and kissed her on her lips. The brunette withdrew the dildo from the girl's pussy and tucked it into her jacket, then she joined us in a three-way passionate kiss. We no longer cared if anyone was watching. We'd shared our own private moment of rapture, and for now at least, we were alone on our little island of ecstasy.
5
Tunnel Vision
After my conference ended that day, I decided to take the next two days off to explore the city. After three escalating encounters on the subway, I felt I'd exhausted all the possibilities for illicit public sex. Besides, I knew I was pushing my chances at getting caught. The widening circle of actors in our dangerous game had reached the breaking point. It was only a matter of time before someone called us out and I'd be publicly humiliated or hauled off to jail.
But I couldn't get the thought of our clandestine trysts out of my mind. Like any dangerous habit, the more you get away with it, the greater you want to stretch the limits, and the more intoxicating it becomes. I'd sampled the poison too many times, and I needed another fix. By Saturday, it was all I could think about, and I knew I had to go back on the train one last time before leaving the city.
I figured weekend traffic would be lighter than during rush-hour, but this posed both a challenge and an opportunity. On the one hand, there'd be far fewer prying eyes, and I might even be able to find a semi-private enclave on the train to take the affair to the next level. But we also wouldn't have the advantage of being tightly packed together, where we could get away with groping each other below everyone's line of sight. Plus, there was a good chance that neither the brunette nor the college girl would be using the train on the weekend.
But it didn't matter
to me. I just wanted to get back on the train and relive the memory. If I found another willing partner and the opportunity presented itself, that would be a bonus. I put my sundress on one last time and strapped on some flat sandals. There'd be no need to elevate myself to gain easier access to my undercarriage if I'd no longer be standing in a crowded car. Otherwise, I was completely bare of any accessories. The idea of being naked again under my loose dress in a public place was a thrill all in itself.
After a hearty brunch at the hotel, I headed back to the 103rd Street station. When I got to the underground concourse, I was surprised how quiet it was at mid-morning. Unlike the previous days' rush hour, there were no lineups going into the turnstiles and the subway platform was almost empty. I walked to my usual spot on the platform and noticed a handsome young man tapping on his phone.
He looked up and appraised my tanned body in my sundress and smiled at me. He was wearing loose-fitting cargo shorts and a T-shirt with sandals. I could see his muscles rippling in his powerful arms as he turned toward me, and I paused to soak up his athletic figure when he returned his attention to his phone. He had long hair dangling past a small ring in his left ear to a chiseled jaw, like some kind of hipster Adonis. When he caught me checking out his tight ass, I blushed. I was glad when the train finally rolled into the station, providing a temporary distraction.
As I expected, the carriage was almost empty. A few scattered passengers sat on the open benches and one or two people stood impassively holding the vertical support bars. There was no sign of the brunette or college girl, so I took a seat on an open bench beside the door, directly opposite the young man from the platform. When the train closed its doors and sped out of the station, I crossed my legs and appraised the hipster more carefully.
He had dark eyes, a long straight nose, and hollowed out cheeks that accentuated his Abercrombie & Fitch youthful good looks. He couldn't have been much more than twenty, and as he sat on the bench tapping his phone, he reminded me of the pretty college girl from earlier in the week. His legs were slightly parted, and I stared up his thighs, trying to steal a glance under his shorts to see if I could catch any sign of his man junk.
But he seemed lost in his phone, and I began tapping my foot impatiently to gain his attention. He looked up briefly and caught me checking him out again, but this time we lingered with a long mutual stare. He ran his eyes down my body and I lifted my leg, parting my knees slightly. Now he was the one staring between my legs trying to steal a glance at my private parts.
I glanced around the cabin to scope the scene and noticed a middle-aged woman reading a book on the opposing bench on the other side of the door. Another twenty-something girl had her elbows swung around a support bar tapping on her phone, waiting for her next stop. Otherwise, the Adonis and I had the entire end quarter of the carriage to ourselves. But when I looked back toward him, his head was once again buried in his phone.
I raised my left leg and placed my sandal on the bench beside me, splaying my legs in an open scissor position. My dress billowed open and I rested my hand in my lap to cover my exposed pussy. The young man looked up at the movement in his periphery, then did a double take. I smiled at him, and he shifted uncomfortably on his bench. He looked at my bare legs and ran his gaze up my body, then paused at my bosom. My nipples were growing hard from his renewed attention, and I lifted my chest to press my breasts against the loose fabric of my dress.
When he looked me straight in my eyes, I knew his phone would no longer be a distraction. I glanced at his shorts and saw one side of his pant legs tenting inward. I was obviously getting him worked up, and I was enjoying my little tease. I glanced at the woman across the aisle to make sure no one else was watching, then I hiked up the left side of my dress over my knee to show the Adonis my bare pussy.
Suddenly, the left side of his shorts began to push outwards as I saw his penis elongate along the side of his leg. He wasn't wearing any underwear either! I couldn't believe how long his organ was as it continued to creep down the side of his pant leg. By the time it stopped growing, it had to be at least ten inches in length and two inches thick. My pussy twitched involuntarily, as I imagined what it would feel like to have him buried inside me.
Like the brunette had with her pantsuit, I'd made some adjustments to my sundress, and I slipped my right hand through a narrow opening I'd cut in the side. When the young man saw my hand emerge between my legs and begin playing with my cunny, he sat up awkwardly, trying to free his painfully constricted hard-on. The head of his cock poked out the end of his pant leg, and I began to circle my clit as I licked the top of my lip teasingly.
He glanced to his side to make sure no one else was watching, then he shimmied closer to the dividing wall beside the door and grasped the tip of his cock. He tried to rub the head awkwardly with the ends of his fingers and rocked his hips forward, trying to provide some extra friction. I spread my legs further apart to give him a better view, then moved my left hand through the slit in the other side of my dress and thrust my fingers into my open snatch.
My juices were flowing freely by now, and my hand made a nasty sucking sound as it pounded in and out of my pussy. Fortunately, the noise in the cabin from the train moving through the tunnel masked the sound for anyone further than a few feet away. The Adonis suddenly hiked up the side of his shorts and I gasped when I saw the size of his organ. Even half-unsheathed, it was longer than most other men's full-length penises.
But just as he wrapped his fist around the shaft, the train rattled into the next train station. When it stopped at the platform and new passengers began entering the compartment, he pulled his pant leg down to cover up his erection and I returned my elevated foot to the floor. An older gentleman entered the door on our end of the cabin and turned to take a seat in the far corner bench, facing me at a ninety-degree angle. The young man looked at me and frowned, knowing that our fun would be interrupted at least for a few more stops.
But my hands were still in the pockets of my dress, and I spread my legs just far enough apart for him to see my bare pussy, then I resumed touching myself. He squirmed and shuffled in his seat as he watched me finger my wet honeypot, while the old man stared straight ahead, unaware what was going on directly in front of him. I could see the young man's cock pressing against his pant leg, as he rubbed it slowly under the coarse fabric of his shorts.
I felt sorry that he wasn’t able to stimulate himself more directly, but he was in full view of the old man and there wasn't much he could do. I decided to have a little fun with him, and pulled my fingers out of my box then placed my hands on either side of my labia and pulled them apart. I used my pubococcyx muscles to flex the slit, teasing him to put his cock inside me. He groaned and lurched forward, trying to take some pressure off his trapped hard-on. I continued tormenting him for the next two stations, playing with myself as he looked on helplessly.
When we got to the 72nd Street stop, some more people filtered into our compartment. When two new passengers sat down on the other end of each of our benches, we both crossed our legs in frustration. I knew we had a longer interval before our next stop at Columbus Circle. I turned my head to look through the window into the next car and saw that it was just as busy as ours. Just then, a young teenager walked down the middle of our compartment, then opened the end door beside us and continued into the next car. I glanced at the man sitting across from me, then peered out the corner of my eyes toward the end door and back to him. He looked at me quizzically for a moment, then nodded when he understood what I was thinking.
I got up from my seat and walked to the end door and slowly lifted the latch. The sound of the noisy train barreling through the tunnel startled me, and I hesitated for a moment wondering if this was a good idea. There were no handrails to hold onto for support, only a flimsy chain flanking the gangway on both sides. I stepped through the door and turned around holding the handle for support, then closed it behind me. I was all alone now in the thundering tunnel, and the two
cars pistoned back and forth as the train barreled through the dark corridor.
I looked through the glass wondering what was keeping the young man from joining me, then I saw him get out of his seat and walk toward the door. He turned the latch and stepped into the portal then closed the door behind him. We bent our knees together, trying to steady our balance over the shifting platform. I grabbed his shirt for support and looked down at the fluttering tracks racing underneath us, then I nodded to indicate we had to work quickly.
I looked through the window behind him to see if anyone was watching and was glad that everybody had redirected their attention, assuming we had passed through like the teenager. Then I turned around and placed my hands on the wall of the next car and lifted my dress over my ass. The young man got the message and unzipped his shorts then braced his feet on the narrow platform and pushed his hips forward. I felt his python slap up against the underside of my pussy, and I tilted my hips to give him freer access.
Unlike with the brunette's strap-on dildo, he didn't need a helping hand getting inside me. His springy cock quickly angled up toward my opening and I could feel the slippery head push my lips apart as he entered me. Bombarded with all the sensations from the train rocketing through the tunnel, it was the most intense feeling I'd ever felt. From the smell of the burning steel in the tunnel, to the roar of the train racing through the corridor, to the feeling of cool air rushing between my legs as the man thrust his giant cock into my pussy—I was stimulated to the maximum degree possible, in every imaginable way.
As the Adonis pounded his manhood into me, I struggled to maintain my balance on the shifting platform. I was suddenly glad we had a limited time to finish our business, and I began rocking my hips in concert with his thrusts to bring us both to completion. The young man reached through the hole in one side of my dress and lifted it higher as he cupped and pinched my breasts. If anybody was looking through the glass at the end of the compartment, they were certainly getting a hell of a show.
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