It was a quiet night on the train. My stop was a way away so I sat on the cushioned vinyl seat next to the window and let my mind wander as the scenery passed by me in a blur.
Usually the cars were crowded full of people reading books or newspapers, consciously ignoring one another or simply staring into space. Tonight there were only four others and myself. I’d noticed them when they’d clambered onto the train at the last stop like a group of rambunctious puppies. College boys. Cocky as only young, good-looking and athletic college boys can be.
“She wanted me bad,” one said loudly. “I could tell just by the look in her eyes. She was creaming her panties just wait’n for me to ask her out again. Next week when we go back she’ll cream them when I walk in the door, I won’t even have to talk to her.”
Laughter from the others signalled that not all of them agreed with his assessment of the situation.
“Get real, Scott. She won’t give you the time of day next week. She works in a pub full of guys that hit on her every day and girls don’t like it when you lead them on like you did. She’s hot enough that she’ll be onto someone else by the time you get back there.” This guy looked like the smarter of the foursome, good-looking in a studious way with a quiet authoritative voice. The type of voice that gave me orders in my dreams and made me cream my own panties.
They didn’t bother to try and be quiet so I closed my eyes, laid my head against the window and let myself be entertained by their conversation. They argued amongst themselves about how much a woman would put up with if the sex was good enough and just how good each of them was in bed. When a particularly stupid comment was made I couldn’t smother my snort of laughter and they went silent.
Knowing that they’d heard me, I turned in my seat to face them and give them something to think about. “First of all, yes, a woman will put up with a lot if the sex is good. Second, just because you can get it up quickly for rounds two, three and even four, doesn’t mean you know how to use it. It only means you have stamina, which is a given at your age.”
Their reactions, clearly stamped on their expressive faces, ranged from surprise to anger to awe. My guess from this was that girls didn’t talk frankly to them and if they did they were written off as ice queens.
“Yeah? And I suppose you’re going to tell us what makes it good, then?”
The challenge came from the loudest one, Scott. He’d been the one boasting about the waitress when they’d stepped onto the train. He was tall, well muscled, and obviously the self-proclaimed leader of the group. I eyed him a second before checking out the others – all with shaggy hair, young eager faces, and hard bodies that my fingers itched to feel.
Making a spur of the moment decision, I stood up and faced them as the train slowed near my stop. “I’ll do better than tell you. I’ll show you. If you’re brave enough to come with me now and do everything I say, I’ll teach you what pleases a woman.” I stepped off the train and began walking towards the stairs.
Seconds later footsteps clattered behind me and a voice called out, “Everything?”
“Everything.” I answered without a backward glance.
Pounding footsteps signalled them catching up to me. When I felt their presence close behind me I stopped and turned around.
Looking over the three that had followed me, anticipation made my breath catch in my throat. They were eager students and the power their willingness gave me worked as an aphrodisiac. My blood heated in my veins as it rushed through my system and settled between my thighs. “I live just up the road. Once we walk into my house you will act on your best behaviour. Treat me with the respect you would any of your professors, for I am about to give you your most valuable education.”
We walked in silence, each with our own thoughts. Once at the small old house I rented, we filed into the living room. “Make yourselves comfortable, boys. I just need to make a quick call.”
I walked into the kitchen, picked up the phone and dialled automatically. When my roommate answered on the second ring I told her I had a special surprise for her and asked if she could make it home from work early. When I returned to the living room, the guys were all seated on the sofa, shoes and jackets off, talking quietly amongst themselves.
“Tell me about yourselves,” I asked.
Tom, Nick and Steve were all on the university basketball team together. They also shared some of the same classes and were consistent B students as well. When I asked about career dreams I learned that their friendship had surpassed the basketball court to plans of becoming future business partners. “We know that not all of us can make a career out of basketball but we want to keep playing as long as we can.”
They were so cute and earnest when voicing their plans for the future, I couldn’t hold back any more. “Okay. First lesson.” I walked to the big picture window that looked out on the street and pulled the blinds closed before continuing around the room lighting candles and dimming lights. “Set the stage, guys. Women, no matter what their shape, feel antsy the first time they get naked in front of a guy. Make the light the most flattering and they will feel comfortable. The more comfortable they are, the more uninhibited they’ll be and then more fun is had by all.”
I strolled over to the stereo and put on my favourite Enigma CD for some quiet background music
“In order for you to make her feel comfortable, you need to be comfortable as well.” My body started to sway to the music and I began to slowly take my clothes off. I danced as if I was alone. Closing my eyes and running my hands over my breasts I continued to talk as I stripped. “You should know where she needs to touch you to please you and how she needs to touch you. Soft, hard, a lick or a bite.” I pinched my nipples hard through my shirt. “If you don’t know what pleases you, how are you supposed to know what pleases her?”
Soon I stood in front of them in nothing but a purple silk bra and matching panties. Lust and eagerness vibrated off my captive audience and arced through the air. It was clear they wanted me and all I had to offer, yet none of them reached to adjust the straining erections in their pants, let alone relax enough to pull them out for me to see.
They needed help.
I reached down and grabbed Steve’s hands from where they rested on his knees and pulled him up with me. “Dance with me,” I instructed. “And you guys need to relax. Get comfortable with yourselves. Pull out your cocks and stroke them for me. I want to see how you touch yourselves.”
Steven pulled me close and we swayed with the music. His chocolate eyes stared into mine as we moved, his big hands roaming up and down my back. I brushed my body teasingly alongside his until he grabbed my arse and pulled my hips tight to his so that his cock thrust rhythmically against me. I unbuttoned his shirt as he kept our hips moving together. After pulling off his shirt, I stepped back.
“Continue the dance for me. Slowly taking off all your clothes,” I whispered before turning back to the two on the sofa.
Tom’s dick was short but fat, with an angry red head that made my mouth water. I licked my lips and eyed Nick’s cock next. Long and thick, with drops of pre-come already wetting the tip, it made my pussy clench in anticipation of being filled. “That’s it, guys. Get up and get undressed.” I settled myself on the empty sofa and watched as they quickly stripped down to nothing. When all three stood in front of me with dicks waving in the air, waiting for further instruction, I smiled and gave my next command.
“Make yourselves come.”
They looked at each other uncertainly.
“C’mon, now, guys. You need to be totally comfortable with yourselves first. No shyness allowed.” To get their attention back on me and off each other, I slipped off my bra and fondled my own tits. Pinching and rolling my nipples around, I watched each of them reach for their cocks. Unable to help myself, I let one hand slide down my body and between my legs to where my panties were soaked. “The first one to come will be the first to move on to the second lesson. How to eat pussy properly.”
I watched as they started pumping themselves. Hands fisted over hard cocks, hips beginning to thrust as they moved towards orgasms. It was a tight race. As I watched them pump and groan, my finger was flying back and forth over my clit. I knew that the fact they could see my hand moving in my panties, and not see my cunt opening hungrily was helping them towards their goal.
“Ohhh . . . uhmmm,” I moaned as I pressed my thighs wider apart. I could feel my climax getting closer. My finger worked my clit harder . . . harder . . . there. Colours exploded behind my eyes and I felt my muscles tense and shake as small waves of pleasure rolled over me.
“Ughhh!” I opened my eyes in time to see Nick’s eyes slide closed as a loud groan escaped his mouth and come erupted from his throbbing cock. Grunts from the other two followed closely as they too shot jism into the air.
“Well done, boys,” came a soft voice from the entryway. “What has Sasha promised as a reward for those performances?”
I stood and walked over to the woman in the doorway. “I’d like you guys to meet my roommate, Emma. She’s come home early to help me out with your lessons.” I leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips. “Thanks.”
“All right, oh yeah,” came murmurs of approval from over my shoulder.
My hand cupped Emma’s soft cheek as I smiled into her eyes. “I promised you as the reward.”
Reaching for her hand, I pulled Emma into the middle of the room where the guys surrounded us. “Oral sex is different for every woman. When one tells you they don’t enjoy it, it’s because they’ve never had it done by someone who really knows how to eat pussy.” I walked in a slow circle around Emma, letting my hand run over her body, patting her fanny, cupping a heavy breast. Then stopping directly in front of her. “Whatever the case is, you need to get her going first – don’t just dive between her legs, thinking that will warm her up, because it won’t.”
I looked deep into Emma’s green eyes and saw the flames of arousal flickering to life. With sure fingers I unbuttoned her blouse before peeling off the rest of her clothes. I let my hands brush the curve of her breast then skim over the hard tips of her nipples. First my fingertips and then my lips trailed lightly over her belly, the backs of her knees, and finally the insides of her thighs. I realized that I was doing exactly what I’d told them not to and stood up again. Tangling my fingers in Emma’s curls, I pulled her to me and opened her lush lips up with my tongue. Cupping a firm tit in one hand I reached behind her and fondled her plump arse with the other.
Tearing my mouth away from hers, I licked my way down to the tit I held and suckled at the nipple until it was rigid in my mouth and she was moaning softly into the silent room. With a final nip at the little morsel, I let go and led her over to the sofa.
Kneeling between her legs, I spread her thighs as wide as I could. “Look at that. A sight to behold.” Using my thumbs, I opened her crudely and leaned forward to give a firm lick up the crease of her pussy lips. “Firm strokes with your tongue, boys. First you poke around a little, licking, maybe a nibble or two, avoiding the clit.”
I demonstrated with them watching over my shoulders, my fingers keeping Emma’s thick pussy lips spread so she was totally exposed. Her scent was strong and musky, her taste a mixture of sweet and tart. Once I could feel her tunnel grasping at my thrusting tongue, I backed away and urged Nick into my place.
“First prize, Nick,” I whispered in his ear. “I want you to give her multiples. All you need to do is stay at it nice and steady. Firm strokes, a nibble here or there and then, when you know she’s almost there, suck on her clit. Use your fingers, tongue, and teeth. Anything goes when you’re in this situation. Listen to her moans and read her body’s signals as to what pleases her most.”
I turned and pulled Steve over to stand behind me as I leaned over Nick’s back and braced myself on his shoulders. I pulled off my soaked panties and nestled my arse backwards until Steve’s prick rested between my arse cheeks. I pulled one of his hands around me, and placed it on my own pussy. Needing no further encouragement, he began to explore between my thighs, his thick fingers parting me and sliding into my hole, thrusting in and out briefly before his thumb found my clit and he began to work me over good. Not wanting to be left out, Tom stepped in closer and began to massage my tits, pinching and rolling the nipples around as he watched his friend eat Emma’s pussy.
I kept whispering words of advice into Nick’s ear, occasionally taking a nibble of my own on the side of his neck. Emma’s cries were getting louder, and getting all of us hotter. I reached down between Nick’s legs and grasped his rigid dick firmly. He grunted and his tongue hesitated in working Emma for a second.
“You can’t get distracted, Nick. She’s almost there.”
So was I. I spread my legs wider and arched my back, pushing against Steve shamelessly.
Emma’s hands reached down and she laced her fingers through Nick’s hair, pulling him tighter against her. I could see her hips moving and heard the whimpers I knew signalled an oncoming orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I called out. Both Steve and Nick followed my instructions. “Keep it gentle for a minute. There, that’s it, she’s coming, I’m coming, harder now, harder, yes, there, that’s it. Yess.”
“Yesss,” echoed Emma.
“Stay there, Nick,” I commanded breathlessly. “A little push and she’ll come again.”
Nick tickled a finger lightly over her anus and he sucked her clit into his mouth. Sure enough, Emma’s cries filled the room again.
I shifted my hips a little, and Steve read my silent instruction perfectly. Swiftly entering me with his cock, he moved both hands to my hips and began to pump me full from behind. I bit my lip to keep from moaning aloud. With one fist still pumping Nick’s cock, I pulled Tom over so I could suck his cock into my hot mouth at the same time and be surrounded and filled by hard cock.
The pre-come flowed steadily from Nick’s cock head over my fingers and I knew he wouldn’t last much longer. The throbbing of Tom’s dick in my mouth testified that he was close as well. I closed my eyes and revelled in the sensations assaulting my body from all sides. A soft hand stroked under my chin and I opened up to let Tom’s meat slip from between my lips.
Opening my eyes, I saw Emma urge Tom to straddle her on the sofa, where he began to fuck her mouth. From where I was I could see his buttocks clench and release with each thrust between Emma’s lips, but Nick’s view of this act was the breaking point for him. I heard a guttural moan rise up from his chest and felt his come rush through the veins of his cock and shoot into the air.
I pulled my hand away from his shrinking dick and placed both my hands on his shoulders. With Nick resting his head on the sofa between Emma’s thighs, watching Tom shaft her mouth, he was still well positioned for me to brace against Steve’s thrusts.
My head fell forward and I arched my back for deeper penetration. A whimper of pleasure escaped my lips as Steve’s cock hit deep in my womb. He grunted and picked up the pace, his cock hammering into me as he watched Tom pull out of Emma’s mouth and spray jism all over her tits.
“Oh yeah, Steve,” I urged. “Let go, fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
His hands gripped my hips fiercely and he panted loudly and fought to hold back his own orgasm. My belly tightened and I felt my cunt clutching at him. Then the tremors started. From deep inside I could feel my orgasm building. “Yes, that’s it. Harder! Yes. Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted until I felt my pussy walls spasm and juices run down my spread thighs in release. A few hard thrusts and I felt Steve’s come shoot into me hotly before we both collapsed onto the floor, only to stay there in a languid heap trying to catch our breaths.
I must’ve drifted off to sleep because then I heard Steve’s voice from a distance as his hand gently shook my shoulder.
“Excuse me, Miss. Are you okay?”
I smiled up into his polite gaze, his polite distant gaze. Confused, I looked around at the near empty space surrounding us and realized I had drifted off to sleep . . . on the train!
Heat flooded my cheeks and I scrambled for my bag on the seat beside me. Mumbling thanks and apologies, I dashed for the exit before the doors slid shut, not caring if it was my stop or not.
It wasn’t my stop. It was one stop past where I usually got off, but that was okay. Placing one foot in front of the other, I started off for home, a smile slowly spreading across my face as I felt the wetness between my thighs. My sojourn into fantasy-land had prepared my body well and I wondered if Emma was home from work yet. After I tell her about my dream, it shouldn’t be too hard to convince her tonight would be a good night to go on a manhunt.