Asstr Train

Asstr Train

Matt awoke with a confused jolt, desperately trying to sort dream from
reality, to remember why he was sleeping sitting up. Jill was beside
him, also sitting up, still asleep, her hand
resting on Matt's erect cock. Train. They were on the train.
Vacation. It was starting to come back. Jill stirred, shifting,
her hand rubbing along his shaft through his pants. Matt looked
at her lovingly, stroked her long dark hair, pulled her gently until she
was leaning against him, her hand in his lap grasping him firmly,
her enormous braless breasts now clearly visible down the front of her blouse.
He loved her. He loved her breasts. He loved the way she clung to his
cock.

Reasonably sure now of where he was, and who he was, more fully awake
and alert from the sight of his wife's nipples and the full amazing
swell of her breasts, Matt looked around the nearly empty train car.
There was a girl sitting by herself on the other side of the aisle,
curled in the window seat, reading. At first she looked very young
but on second glance he realized she was at least in her early
twenties. She looked like a little bird, an exotic metallic little
bird: short wavy hair like cast iron covered in gold,
steel blue-grey laughing eyes behind
gold wire glasses, bronze skin, copper earings, a silver chain, a
white blouse with shimmering threads and a very very short
rust-colored skirt over black stockings. Matt stared at her slender
legs, at her dramatic hips, at her flat stomach, the swell of
her small breasts beneath the shimmering blouse, her delicate hands
holding her book, the arc of her neck, the dark red lips, the smiling
dark red lips, revealing bright white teeth and a small darting tongue.
He looked up, into her eyes. She was looking at him now, the book
on the seat beside her, her eyes fixated on his lap, on
Jill's slowly stroking sleepy hand on his very obvious straining cock.

On summer nights too hot to sleep he would sit at home on the couch in the
living room with the windows open to catch the breeze,
watching basketball or baseball or whatever else was on, Jill, fresh from the
shower, wrapped only in a towel, curled beside him, her head on his bare
chest, stroking him through his old grey sweatpants, slowly, and lovingly,
until he was fully erect, her hand moving lightly, fingernails,
fingertips, palm, half the length of his very long thigh and back again,
turning his head during commercials to kiss him hotly, wetly,
utterly.

The girl across the aisle was looking at him now, looking at his eyes.
She bit her lower lip as she smiled, bit her lower lip and slowly
undid one button of her shimmering blouse.

He was hard now. At home, once he was hard,
Jill would take the remote, turn off the television, stand, the
towel falling away and he would stare. He could not help but stare.
Six years had passed since he first stared at her on the sidelines, yelling,
yelling, breasts bouncing, skirt flouncing, hair flying, yelling for him.
Six years, six years in the gym, and she was in better shape now than
her freshman year, his senior year, in college.

The girl was leaning forward now, out into the aisle, checking to see
who else was there. Her face was warm and smiling, radiating heat,
conducting energy, her eyes sparking, another button undone, wispy, off-white,
lacy, almost not there, dark-nipple-revealing bra. Seeing nobody else,
she extended a small delicate hand, nails ruby red. "Cynthia" she
offered, whispering.

"Matt" he whispered back, clasping her hand briefly, amused by the formality.

Jill stirred. Cynthia retreated, leaning back against the dark window, one
foot on the seat, the other on the floor, one hand inside the blouse,
the other between her legs. Jill squeezed again, eyes still closed,
nipples still hard. Matt reached around with his left hand cupping
as much as he could hold of her left breast in his large palm.

The television off, the game not yet over, Jill naked in the kitchen,
he would ascend the spiral staircase to their bedroom, remove the
sweatpants, lie in the center of the bed, head on a pillow, stroking
himself, waiting for his wife. Minutes later she would appear through
the hole in the bedroom floor, spiraling toward him, naked but for
the college backpack slung over her shoulder, smiling face,
upper body profile, full body from the back, giving him a moment to
admire her bare ass before she turned toward him again her breasts swaying
heavily as she leaned over, swinging the backpack onto the floor, unloading
fruit, chocolate, and bottled water onto the bedside table, climbing on
top of him, kissing him again, his hands all over her, able to cover
every part of her except her breasts, cupping her cunt, squeezing her
ass, sucking her nipples.

Matt longed to suck her nipples now. She was still asleep, or at
least her eyes were closed, but her nipples were hard, and her left
hand had crept between her legs, even as the right continued to
grasp his erection. He switched hands, his left hand
traveling her back to her ass, his right hand inside her blouse,
tweaking. Across the aisle, Cynthia moaned. He looked back at her,
her hands working furiously, her head thrown back, still watching, eyes
half lidded.

Jill, eyes closed, oblivious, as far as Matt could see, had shifted
onto her knees, her head on his lap, her ass pointing away from him,
the right cheek in his left hand, his middle finger and her whole
left hand stroking her cunt through her jeans, her hips moving.
At home he would
finish off fucking her like that, from behind, much later, after
she had exhausted herself, riding him for hours, stopping to rest
after each orgasm, to lie on his chest, to drink from the bottles of water,
to eat fruit and chocolate, feeding bits to him as he smiled at her,
perspiring and happy, her long dark hair plastered to her forehead and
neck, her pale skin glistening.

They were about to come. He could feel it in Jill, could see it in
Cynthia, the tension, the heavy breathing, gasping for air, clawing
toward absolution, the orgasms hitting them both hard at the same time,
sprawling moaning, sighing, twitching, heaving. Jill started to open
her eyes, not sure of her surroundings. Matt glanced at Cynthia. She
smiled, blew him a kiss, and feigned sleep, turning her back toward
them just as Jill started to looked around. Matt bent down, kissing Jill
hotly, wetly, utterly.

The
Hunt for Series

The Hunt for Armistead
Barber
In exchange for certain favors, Caitlin's friend
Kate agrees to show her and her sister the secret video of the medical
exam her pediatrician mother conducted on teen heartthrob singing
sensation Armistead Barber.
The
Hunt for Armistead Barber Part 1
March 9, 2011

The
Hunt for Armistead Barber Part 2
March 16, 2011

The
Hunt for Armistead Barber Part 3
March 21, 2011

The Hunt for David's Balls
Finally, the time has come for Caitlin and
company to put fourteen year old David Colby in his place with some
very special punishments.
The
Hunt for David's Balls
December 22, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y. Lee Coyote has
written a sequel to The Hunt for David's Balls
both of which are available on his website
The
Coyote's Den using the following direct link:
Cruelly
Locked Up

The Hunt Caitlin's Bottom
After Caitlin does poorly on some school work,
there's an embarrassing, humiliating and painful changing of the guard
that leaves her no longer in charge.
The
Hunt for Caitlin's Bottom
December 14, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y. Lee Coyote has
written two sequels to The Hunt for Caitlin's Bottom
both of which are available on his website
The
Coyote's Den using the following direct links:
Caitlin
Gets a New Point of View
Aaron
Gets a New Point of View

The Hunt Cassidy's
Virginity
Enlisting the aid of several of her babysitting
charges and her best Cassidy, Caitlin puts in motion a plan to
blackmail fourteen year old David Colby into submitting to her naked
behavior management program. Unfortunately for Cassidy, the
plan requires her to suffer a very embarrassing and humiliating
situation.
The
Hunt for Cassidy's Virginity
November 30, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y. Lee Coyote has
written a sequel to The Hunt for Cassidy's Virginity
which is available on his website
The
Coyote's Den
using the following direct link:
"A"
Is for Aaron and Alpha Male

The Hunt for Travis' Cum
After her success with Kyle and Mike, Caitlin
next turns to her goal of subjecting fourteen year old Travis to some
quality naked behavioral management time.
The
Hunt for Travis' Cum
November 14, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y.
Lee Coyote has written a sequel to The Hunt for Travis' Cum
which is available on his website
The
Coyote's Den
using the following direct link:
My
New Kid Brother

The Hunt for Mike's Cock
Having succeeded in her goal of being able to
bare fourteen year old Kyle whenever babysitting him, Caitlin next sets
her sights on the twin objectives of seeing if the rumors about
fourteen year old Mike Cesare having "a little problem" are true and
gaining his parent's permission to regularly see him naked.
The
Hunt for Mike's Cock
November 6, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y. Lee Coyote
has written a sequel to The Hunt for Mike's Cock
which is available on his website
The
Coyote's Den using the following direct links:
Late
Development is a Trial

The Hunt for Kyle's Pubes
Fourteen year old Caitlin receives an
assignment to babysit on a regular ongoing basis her fellow same age
classmate Kyle. Urged on by her best friend Cassidy, the
young feminist babysitter sets out on a quest to discover the extent
of, or lack of, the young teen boy's pubic hair.
The
Hunt for Kyle's Pubes
October 2, 2010

With Steam Train's permission, Y. Lee Coyote
has written two sequels to The Hunt for Kyle's Pubes
both of which are available on his website
The
Coyote's Den using the following direct links:
Caitlin
Is My Babysitter
Aaron
and His Babysitter

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Train• Author: Parker (an210088@anon.penet.fi) • Published
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She shook her head, but
didn't protest any further when I steered her into an unoccupied upstairs
bedroom. The sounds of the party receded as the door clicked shut. Cindy really
wasn't that kind of girl. She was a real "daddy's girl": always
got good marks at school, always home by eleven. You know. But we had been
going out for a couple of months now, and I figured I was due for a little
necking. I could tell she didn't mind either. Hell, we were both seniors at
high school. She was just complaining to let me know she wasn't easy.
Before long, we were
kissing, lying beside each other on the bed. I couldn't believe my luck; Cindy
was one of the best looking chicks at school. With her curly brown hair and
bright blue eyes, she probably could've gone out with any guy at school.
Soon, I could feel a
wicked hard-on bulging in my jeans. Her hand brushed against it (accidentally?);
she giggled a bit, but didn't pull away. Things continued, and I'd even managed
to get her blouse unbuttoned and my hand on her tits when the door slammed
open. Startled, we stopped what we were doing and squinted against the sudden
bright light from the hallway.
It was Hammond; Brian
'Bruiser' Hammond: linebacker, school bully and a guy I owed twenty bucks
to. Fuck.
I scrambled to my feet.
Cindy cringed on the bed, eyes wide, trying vainly to hold together her open
blouse. It was pretty obvious what had been going on.
"What'ya want Bry?"
I tried to sound casual, but my voice broke. This guy could - and would -
kick my head in and not think twice about it. I noticed that he had a couple
of his cronies with him.
"Just a piece of
your action, Jer." He eyed Cindy on the bed. "Kinda greedy keepin'
it all to yourself." One of the guys with him snickered. It was Allan
Grant; he had been kicked out of Greenwood the week earlier for being caught
on the school grounds with a switchblade. I felt sick to my stomach.
"You owe me."
Hammond began to walk forward, unbuckling his belt. "And I think I'm
gonna start collectin'."
I tried to stop him,
but Grant and the other goon grabbed my arms and held me back. I struggled,
but it was pretty useless. All I could do was watch. Hammond let his jeans
fall down to his ankles and fell forward onto the bed.
She whimpered and tried
to twist away, but he used his weight to pin her down. Within seconds, he
had her blouse ripped open and her skirt up around her waist. Grunting, he
jerked his hips and jammed his cock into her pussy. Cindy gasped loudly and
started crying, but he didn't care. He just kept pumping away for about thirty
seconds until he stiffened and came. When he was done, he slid off her and
rolled to one side. Cindy lay where he left her, legs spread, gasping for
air.
Hammond traded places
with Grant and he too was soon fucking her on the bed. Cindy didn't fight
when he climbed on top of her. She didn't fight when he tore off her bra and
began to play with her small tits. She didn't fight when he jammed his cock
into her pussy and began pumping. All through this second rape, she just lay
there, limp and unresisting.
Grant was soon finished
and the third guy took his place. He was soon fucking her as she lay there.
After a while, I noticed, to my embarrassment, that my hard-on was once again
bulging in my pants. Hammond noticed it too.
"Hey Jerr,"
he laughed. "Don't worry. You'll get your turn."
I shook my head, but
I couldn't take my eyes off the scene on the bed: the guy lying in between
Cindy's long, sleek, naked legs, sliding his cock in and out of her now-sopping
cunt.
She still didn't resist.
Maybe that's why, when the third guy was finished and Hammond pushed me forward,
I dropped my pants and quickly slid my throbbing cock into her open pussy.
She was very wet and very tight. Like me, she had been a virgin before that
night.
It felt incredible to
fuck her as she lay there. Just as I was about to come, she opened her eyes
and stared up at me in mute horror. She looked like she was about to say something,
but just then I had other things on my mind. Grabbing one of her tits in my
mouth, I bit down on the nipple as I had the most incredible orgasm. Someone
was screaming, but it sounded far away. The orgasm felt like it was going
to last forever. When I unclenched my teeth, she was crying again.
God, I felt like shit.
But it had felt so good!
"Hey hey hey...
what's goin on here?"
Some more guys had come
into the room. I didn't know them; they looked like friends of Hammond's.
"Nothin' much,"
Hammond grinned. "This little gal here's just pullin' her first train."
He looked over at me as I slid my cock out of her. "Ain't that right,
Jerry?"
I didn't know what a
train was. All I could think about was the fact that I had just raped Cindy,
and these guys had all seen it. I figured I'd better just agree with whatever
he said.
"Yeah Bry."
I grinned back at him, like I was in on the joke. "That's it."
Hammond's grin widened
as he turned to the newcomers. "You're just in time," he announced.
"You're next."
The first guy wasted
no time. Sliding his pants down, he dropped into the spot I had just left
and began fucking Cindy. At last, she began to fight, twisting and bucking
underneath him, but it looked for all the world like she was just fucking
him back. I think she tried to scream, but when she opened her mouth, he covered
it with his own, and slid his tongue in.
Powerless, I watched
as guy after guy fucked my girlfriend. After a while, they propped her up
on her hands and knees so one guy could fuck her from behind while another
guy fucked her mouth. I'm sure she had never so much as seen a cock before
tonight; now, she was sucking on them like a whore. I even took a turn in
her mouth myself. I don't think she recognized me; she just sucked blindly
at whatever was put in her mouth, all the time mechanically humping back against
the cock in her pussy. I think she even had an orgasm while sucking me, though
I can't be sure.
After coming all over
her face, I stepped back and watched as more and more guys came into the room.
Word of what was happening had obviously spread through the party, and everyone
wanted a turn. By now, Cindy's clothes hung in cum-soaked rags; her curly
hair was plastered against her head by sweat and sperm; and rivers of come
ran down the inside of her thighs. She looked like a real whore.
I turned to go, but Hammond
put his hand on my shoulder and took me aside. "Jerr... if anyone asks,
she got drunk and wanted you to fuck her. You didn't want to, so she started
with the other guys." He looked at me, intense. "That's what happened,
right?" I nodded, seeing my way out. Hammond and his friends would back
me up. If necessary. From the looks of things, no one in the room would be
testifying that she had been raped. I was safe.
Hammond let me go, and
I took one last look at her before leaving the room. She was still on her
hands and knees, a cock in her ass (when did that start?) and one in her mouth.
As I watched, the guy in her mouth came, pumping his sperm down her throat.
When he pulled out, she turned her cum-encrusted face and looked over at me.
She raised her hand towards
me, calling out, but another cock was immediately stuck in her open mouth,
and another in her open hand. Balanced precariously on one hand, she began
to suck one guy off while running her hand up and down the other cock. Her
eyes took on a glazed look, and her body shuddered.
I left the room. It looked
like I would need to find a new girlfriend. I sure couldn't go out with Cindy
any more. There were only a few girls like her in school and everybody knew
about them; they got fucked a lot, but you didn't actually go out with them.
Not with sluts, and that was what Cindy would be at school from now on.
I hoped she would enjoy
her new place at school. I knew I would; at least until I found a new girlfriend.

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