Stranger in the Metro
Mood:  mischievious
I zigzaged along the pavements of the street of Paris by a beautiful night of full moon. It seemed to to me, in my intoxication, that Paris had keep silent and left the place with the silence of the wind which cherished me the face. My head turned in all the directions under the action of the alcohol which I had consumed without moderation during this initiation with the Parisian evenings filled of madness, alcohol, sex, and pleasure in all kinds. After one evening like that one, my only regret was to get into my faithful Métro of the line 14 and to gallop to the station St Lazare, to lengthen me under my expensive and faithful adored feather bed.


The station Bibliothèque François Mitterrand was, contrary to usual, of calm tediousness. My only glances went on a tramp who polished the stem under the trousers. The automatic doors opened at the same time when my eyes were illuminated. I saw, some armchairs further, a silhouette of woman sitting, and nothing other around it that the hardness of the metal which composed the coach. Hardness that I started to feel until in my gut, since it made a beautiful gross bump on the smooth fabric of my more beautiful grips, that I went to put opposite sound beautiful face. It had splendid eyes hazel nuts and a face slightly ronded which clearly let see a small smile full with desires and statements. She was clothed of a maroon jacket with a beige shirt and also guess the roundness of his udders. Below, it raised a small skirt chestnut on bottoms in large black mesh going down on black leather heels. Her body perspired under the heat of the subway train where one suffocated, hidden like that in the ground with a few meters of the free air. At my sight, she crossed her legs by making me a very pretty smile; my eyes could not be prevented to disfigure her, whereas my sitting position made me already badly.


The more I looked at her the more she rubbed her legs one against the other while passing her hands above whereas her tongue made the turn of her small lips which made think of a she-cat eager to be open. When the subway started its insane race in the Parisian east, a jolt of a great width threw her on me. Her hands positioned on my sex in erection while her head passed very close to my chest. We disentangled ourselves... She threw me a small smile... and let leave a small sigh joy. She left her hand on my prick by taking care well to support it above. Its head approached the mienne and as naturally as possible it deposited me an impetuous kiss on the lips. I was surprised by the passion of her kiss, by the agility of her tongue which slipped without fear into my mouth that she knew only hardly but that she controlled already fully. Whereas her tongue was inserted in my mouth, I felt already the softness of her hands to penetrate inside my trousers to cherish my sex. Her hand then started to and from while compressing my prick. I felt blood to go up in my veins and the extreme hardness of my sex made me very badly. Reading in my thoughts, she released it with her nimble hand and started to make to and from with her long fine fingers. The movement of her hand me enjoy the real life.


I had the impression to float on a cloud so much she made assemble the pleasure by her hand, along my prick, and stimulated my entire body. She was close to me, I felt her chest to be agitated on my chest, her body undulate on mine. Then my hands slipped at the interior of her shirt, and I was astonished by softness by her nipples and heat by her body. The caresses of my hands on her chest followed the rates/rhythms of the masturbation that she inflicted to me. Whereas she let leave the first steps a beginning of pleasure, the subway stopped and a black man of age entered our coach, he went to sit down in a far corner of the subway. But we were already too excited to pay attention to what occurred around us, especially that the man had not seen us. However, I become aware that it only remained me very little of time to benefit from her. I put her on me. She took the care to remove her string and very gently she made me penetrate in her. The size of my erection put to me at the beginning sticks in the wheels, but its excitation took the top and very quickly I found myself in her. It was vis-a-vis with me, I could see the expression of her face while she was trembled on me, she liked that and it made her feel: moanings left her mouth. But she wanted much more.


Helping herself off the armchair, she took dash with her feet to make great to and from on my prick, which enabled me to penetrate her with force and sensuality. She pushed increasingly strong moanings. Violence did not stop her: she continued, she wanted to have it badly. We floated on a cloud of pleasure, where nothing other that the orgasm did not prevail. For better smelling me in it, I had closed the eyes when an enormous cry coming from my partner obliged me to reopen them. I was surprised to see the great black, in front of me and behind the woman, sodomizing her. Once the surprise passed, She let herself go to the pleasures of the sex with three, and me I let myself guide by environment. But the stoppings of the subway intensified and pressed us in our pleasure. The great black accelerated his blows, which obliged the woman to make some in the same way and by rebound also obliged me to exceed me. I was not accustomed to this kind of experiment and I already smelled to assemble the pleasure. The woman stopped, put herself at four legs in front of us and says to us that she wanted that all the two tops are ejaculated in her, that she had always dreamed to be a garage with sperm. She sucked us each one in our turn and let our two tails penetrate at the same time in her mouth.


Shaking us both at the same time, she pushed cries of pleasure, her body was contracted and one had the impression that an interminable orgasm invaded her. She was in the world of the continual pleasure. Fixing glance, my seed went up my rod under the pressure of her fingers and my hot sperm and sticky he sauce soaked her face, the eyes, the hair... and especially the mouth. This squirted sperm excited her of more beautiful. She accelerated her to and from on large the black which could not resist a long time any more and which it spurted in his turn of sperm. Her mouth fills of white liquid which she swallowed by looking at us. When she took the trouble to clean our tails, the door opened and a group of people returned in the subway. We were surprised in our acts. We then hastened to fix our clothing and, without taking the care to clean us, we jumped on the quay, Chatelet, and took the way of the hotel nearest...