They Met on a Train

Marty

What a show I got while my Laura sucked my cock with the talent of an artist. Through hooded eyes I watched as Larry took his prim and proper wife. It was just so hot to watch the ice queen melt. Laura's lips worked on my prize piece of meat with a mouth and throat that felt like a silken vise. Her tongue lashed at the head of my cock each time she sucked it down her throat. I grabbed her head, intertwining my fingers in the long strands. The sight of my shaft disappearing through those red, red lips always had the power to drive me wild, but watching Connie getting fucked by her husband sent me over the edge.

I felt the load of cum bubble up from my balls. I tensed and Laura's eyes met mine. She had such a wicked sense of timing. Just then, she reached around and slid her fingers over Larry's ass crack. My own asshole twitched. I lost it and shot thick, hot spurts of cum into my waiting fiancée's mouth. The orgasm ripped through me and I came hard. I gripped Laura's head to my groin. Both Larry and I let out long groans at precisely the same moment as we both filled our women with hot cum.

I tried to keep my eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of the lascivious sight. I wanted to burn the memory into my brain. Finally, intensity of feeling forced to close my eyes. I pressed my head into the hardness of the wall as Laura sucked me dry.
 
Constance

Lawrence's tonuge sent shivers racing through my body. Why had I never let him do this before? My girlfriends though it was supposed to be dirty, letting a man lick you down there, but this couldn't be wrong, it felt too right. I arched my back pressing my mons hard against his face as he eagerly lapped away. As my head tipped back, I could see Laura and Marty, with Marty deep betweem Laura's legs. I got a good look at Laura's body, very pretty. I felt something sexual inside me and wondered if I really could get turned on by a woman.

Lawrence nibbled on my clit and brought me back to my own situation. Lawrence was eating me with a skill that spoke of practice, but I knew he never practiced on me. I hoped that the skill was born from a wild youth. A moan from Marty brought my eyes to the other couple again where Laura had nearly the entire length of Marty's cock in her throat. I stared at it, only the second prick I had gotten a good look at. I wondered how it tasted.

Lawrence mounted me with a need that bordered on desperation. I, too, needed release. He quickly got the rhythm up to a pounding and I felt myself starting to feel the tingle. I saw Laura's hand reach out and slide over Lawrence's ass, rubbing him as he pushed into me. The contact was apparently all he needed to push him over the edge as he exploded into me. Marty's similar moan let me know that Laura had brought him off as well.

I felt Lawrence relax next to me and from experience knew it would only be a few minutes until he was ready again. I looked over at Laura who was releasing Marty from her oral minstrations. A long strand of gooey liquid slid out of the corner of her mouth and down her chin. I had this crazy desire to reach out and wipe her clean...with my tongue.
 
A momentary interlude...

The train, with all it occupants, rushed past the countyside. Being a beast of steel, iron and plexiglass, it could no more enjoy the views outside as it could feel the rapture occuring somewhere inside its length.
 
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