I looked at Gina and asked, "What are you thinking about you cock sucking slut?"

She gave me a wink, stood up and walked over to the priests table and said something to him and sat down next to him. She shot me a wicked glance and whispered into the priests ear. It must have been juicy because he sat up straight and was about to say something when I saw Gina's hand snake under the table and grab his crotch. The priest stiffened up and removed her hand from his crotch, said something and went to the restroom.

Well Gina would not be denied, so she followed him a moment later. I followed her immediately into the men's room. I saw Gina go directly to the only closed stall and tried to open it. It was locked so she knocked.

"Knock, knock, knock," she said.

I could hear the bolt retract and Gina step into the stall with the priest. There was some mumbling and some rustling as they switched positions, Gina now seated on the toilet and the priest standing in front of her with his pants around his ankles. I had to see what was happening so I went into the next stall and peered over the top so I could watch Gina suck the priest off.

He had a huge cock, it must have been eleven inches long and as fat as a cucumber with large hairy balls hanging low just below the massive member. Gina's eyes lit up and she greedily grabbed the fat shaft and sucked the head of that monster into her mouth and moaned as she felt the cock grow in her mouth and hand. She immediately grabbed her own crotch and groaned as she touched her pussy. I knew she had already cum.

The monster cock disappeared into her mouth and down her throat asthough it were a finger. The priest closed his eyes and his fists tightened as Gina sucked and fucked her throat with his cock. He must not have been getting any because I heard him say he was going to cum and tried to push her head away from his swelling member. Gina grabbed his ass with both hands and wouldn't let go. The priest moaned and talked to God for a second and then blasted a heavenly load into her throat and mouth. His cum more than filled her mouth and she couldn't swallow fast enough to catch all of his pent up cum.

Long strands of gooey white sperm escaped the sides of her mouth and gracefully fell onto her blouse.

She kept sucking and stroking the cock until it was fully hard again and didn't stop until she had released another monster load from the monster cock. The priest shook and his legs grew weak and he pressed his body against the walls of the stall for support, all the time repeating the words, "Oh God, Oh God . . . "

Gina licked up any remaining cum off of his cock and stood up facing the sexually relieved priest.

"Thanks," she said and kissed his cheek. "So, where can a girl go for confession around here?" she asked petting his half hard cock with her finger.

"Down the street at St. George's. I give confession from 2pm to 4pm everyday except Sundays," he said smiling down at Gina. "You should come by sometime and we can. . .  talk further, my child."

"Mmmmm, I look forward to it. You don't mind if I brting a friend do you?" she asked looking up at me staring over the stall partition. The priest turned around  to see my smiling face.

"Not at all. The more the merrier," he said and winked at me. Shit, he wanted to suck my cock I bet. I wasn't too sure about that, but I loved to watch Gina work.

I looked at Gina and said, "Why don't you come over here and give me a hand baby."

She left the priests stall and came into mine. My pants were on the floor and my cock straight and hard and ready for Gina's warm mouth and wicked tongue. She sat on the commode and inhaled my cock to the balls, flicking out her tongue to bathe my balls in her warm saliva at the same time. I thought I would blow my load right there. She withdrew sucking my my dick like a Hoover vacuum, trying to literally suck the cum out of my balls.

I saw the priest looking over the stall wall at Gina working and smiled at him. He winked at me and returned his gaze to Gina's mouth working its magic on my cock. I grunted and Gina grabbed the base of my rod hard and stroked and sucked the cum out of my balls. They erupted in a series of hard jets that flew straight down Gina's throat. There was nothing to clean up, she had swallowed every drop.

"Good girl," I said and stroked her hair. She stood up and kissed me deep. I could taste my own cum on her coated tongue, salty sweet. My cock jerked once and I put him away.

We left the men's room seperately from the priest and returned to our table and finished our lunch. The priest came out of the men's room and directly left the cafe, presumably for St. George's.

"I think he wants to suck my dick," I said to Gina.

"Mmmmm, I'd like to watch that," she said and licked her deep red lips. "I'd like to see you cum in his mouth and see if he could take the load."

My jaw dropped, but my cock twitched at the thought. I loved it when she talked like a horny slut. "Oh you would, would you," I said teasingingly.

"Oh yeah." she said.

We went to my apartment and we fucked for hours. I loved eating her pussy until she screamed for me to stop. Then I would eat a little more until her back arched and her breath stopped momentarily while her body shivered in orgasmic bliss. Her pussy juice was all over my face and coated my tongue. She kissed me licking up her own cum off of my face, sucking on my tongue wanting every tasty drop of she cum.

I fucked her once and then fucked her again as she thought she was going to get up, throwing her back on the bed holding her arms down while I pummeled her sopping wet pussy for all I was worth. Her pussy muscles were as strong as her throat muscles and milked my sore cock dry. I shot my wad deep inside her and fell to the side after I was spent. I laid there panting, my cock shrinking from all the activity.

Gina looked at me and said, "Tomorrow we go to confession."

Part 3 finds Gina at the glorious confessional

I guided her to the back seat of my car and took down my pants as soon as I closed the door. I held my rock hard seven inches in my hand and said, "Suck it, bitch."

She dove right for it and swallowed it to the hilt. I felt her throat constrict around the shaft of my cock and bob up and down, actually fucking her throat with my cock. I nearly popped right then and there. I thought of a toothless old lady blowing me kisses and almost lost my erection. She squeezed my balls in her left hand and kneaded them lovingly, coaxing as much cum out of them as she could.

She kept using my cock to fuck her throat when she finally came up for air. She gasped and took in large gulps of air, a string of drool falling from the corner of her mouth. She smiled and grasped my hardon in her hand and stroked its full length in a corkscrew motion that was driving me insane.

My cock disappeared into her mouth again as she stroked and sucked in an increasingly faster rhythm. Up, turn, down, suck. . .  She kept squeezing my balls all the while and I could hold back no longer.

She sensed I was ready and locked her lips around my cock and stroked and sucked and stroked until I could feel my load making its way into her mouth. I came so hard I thought she would gag on the power and volume of my sperm. She guzzled my cum down her throat like a greedy fucking dog and didn't stop until my cock was flacid from expelling about ten strong jets of cum into her throat.

She layed back and was gasping for breath, shivering as she had cum as well by giving me a blowjob. I knew I had to keep her around, and I did. She looked at me and said, "HI, I'm Gina. Nice to blow ya."

I laughed and took her back inside the bar for a few drinks before I took her into the bathroom for an encore. She was more than willing too, shoving me into an empty stall and dropping my pants before i had a chance to think. My cock was hard and in her warm mouth instantly. She flicked her tongue while sucking the head between those red blowjob lips. Around and around the head, then plunging my cock deep into her throat, again and again.

There was no hesitation, my balls blasted a load of salty sweet cum into her mouth and down her throat. She moaned and played with her pussy through her shorts. She had obviously cum again herself. She was the first woman I ever met that could orgasm while giving a guy head.

The door to the restroom squeaked open and I stiffened up. Gina stood up and looked me in the eye and asked, " Wanna watch me suck this guys cock?"

"What guy," I asked.

"Whoever's using the john. I don't care," she smiled and exited the stall and walked toward the unsuspecting drunk taking a piss.

I poked my head out of the stall and saw her squat down next to the guy taking a piss and reached out for his still pissing cock. She held it until he was done and stroked the last drops of piss from his dick and started to suck his cock. He wasn't real big, but had a huge set of balls and Gina caressed them like her personal play things.

It wasn't long before he came into her mouth, but she couldn't swallow all the cum from those big balls and let the excess fall out of the corners of her mouth. He shook and spasmed as he finished ejaculating in this gorgeous strangers mouth. Gina placed the quickly shrinking penis back into its place and zipped him up. Gently she patted his crotch and stood up in front of him.

"Thanks," she said and looked toward me. "Well, you gonna buy me a drink before you kiss me again or what?"

I smiled and said, "Sure thing, Gina." I held  the door open and she sauntered out gathering the attention from everyone close to the restroom. The men ogled and the women looked shocked with a hint of jealousy in their eyes. I took her hand and led her to the bar with the biggest shit eating grin on my face. I was going to have fun with her.

PART 2 - My Blowjob Queen
Gina and I have sex in the craziest places in the next installment of, 'My Blowjob Queen'.

Finally with my free hand I grab her neck and spin her around and force her to bend over the hood of her car. Now with her ass up in the air and her face forced down on her hood I shove my dick into her soping wet cunt. "AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH Fuck me hard you son of a bitch!!" she yells out as I bottom out and my balls slap her thighs.

"Oh Don't worry I will" I say as I start to ram my cock in and out of her pussy as her juices squish and continue to run down her legs. Damn this bitch loves it rough. I think to myself.

I am now pounding my rock hard cock in and out of her as fast as I can and she is still screaming ".....faster, harder, more, more, more. Fuck me you asshole."

At hearing this I pull out of her and grab her hair again forcing her to stand up and turn to face me. Her face is red from sliding around on the hood of the car as I pounded her snatch. and she has tears of joy running down her face. Once she is facing me she lays her head on my shoulder and bites my neck hard enough to draw blood. I let out a moan and pull her head away by her hair and say "Now you bitch get on your fucking knees and suck your juices off of my dick."

She slaps me in the face and says "Who the fuck are you to talk to me like that you get on your fucking knees and suck my juices out of my pussy and lick them off my legs."

"Yes ma'am"

I get on my knees and happily lap the sex juices from her thighs and lick up to her cunt as she bends backward over the hood again and lets out an "OOOOOOOOHHH yeah suck my clit muthafucker" Once again I gladly start licking on her swollen clit and suck it into my mouth. "YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAA thats it suck it bitch"she demands getting louder and louder with every moment. then her body tightens and starts to shake and she squits all over my face and I do my best go swallow it all. what I miss I once again lick from her thighs.

"Ok bitch I have played the bitch long enough" I say standing to my feet and she instantly drops to her knees and sucks her dried juices from my dick making my cock wet again with her saliva as she lick up and down my shaft. I stand her back to her feet by her neck and bend her back over her hood onto her back and once again ram my cock into her waiting wet hungry pussy.

I start pounding her vag again harder and harder as she lets out a loud shriek of pleasure. The loudest yet. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, FUUUUUUUUUUUck meeeeeeeeeeee."

I pound her as hard as I can with my hand on her neck and she starts running her nails down my bare back. Suddenly my rod starts throbing my knees start to buckle and I shove into her as hard and deep as I can and start shooting my hot load into her cervix.

After the last shot of my load is let out I drop to my knees and lay down on my back in the parking lot and she slides down the hood of her car and lays on top of me as we are both now unable to stand because our legs are too wably.

"Ok now I have to go pick up my son" she says after we lay this way for about five minutes. she climbs to her feet and automatically lets out a gasp. I roll over onto my side and look up to realize that about seven people had now arrived for the next set of classes. Upon both of us seeing them they all start to cheer. I climb to my feet and we both get dressed and wave at the group and take a few bows before getting into our cars and smiling at each other. Then we both drive away.

I can't wait for next saturday.

Sorry it took me so long to finish the story.  

 

            The light changed. I blended in with the crowd that was leaving the mall and followed her across the street, discreetly keeping a few paces behind her. I expected her to turn left towards the covered parking lot with the rest of the group, but she surprised me and continued straight on to the movie complex.

 

            She got in line behind a couple of giggling teenage girls. I got in the line behind her. The girls got their tickets and wandered off to the concession counters. The woman stepped up to the cashier and opened her purse.

 

            “One please.” She said, and handed over a bill.

 

            The cashier smiled and gave her a ticket and some change. The woman tucked the money back in her purse as she wandered off.

 

            My turn. I stepped up to the window and waved at the woman’s back. “I’d like a ticket for the same show she was going to see…”

 

            The cashier smiled cheerfully, showing me her braces. “Okay,” she grinned. “That’ll be eight dollars…”

 

I handed her my money and grabbed my ticket. I had to wait to have a bored teenager tear my ticket. The woman was already out of sight, and I was getting antsy.

 

“That’s the last theater down the hall on your right. Number twelve.”

 

“Thanks,” I muttered, and pocketed the slip of paper.

 

Booming sounds bled from the walls around me as I marched down the sloping hallway. The manager was helping several of his employees clean by wheeling around a large garbage can. He nodded to me, everything about his expression full of annoyance. I nodded back and opened the door to the theater.

 

The room was dark, and the previews had begun already. I stepped inside and let the door swing closed, gave my eyes a second to adjust. I was standing in an aisle that ran the entire back of the room, which opened up into two more aisles running all the way down to the movie screen, splitting the theater into three parts down the middle.

 

Except for the first couple rows, most of the seats in the middle section were all taken, and so were a lot of seats along the sides. The movie screen lit up and I glanced around, and finally saw the woman just to my left, in the very back row. She was sitting right on the aisle; probably the first empty seat she found, she took.

 

Her purse and her suit jacket were lying in the seat next to her. There wasn’t anyone else in the row. I walked over, scooched down a little, and whispered, “Um, excuse me? Is anyone sitting there?”

 

She glanced at me, then down at the seat next to her, and then back up at me. She shook her head and picked up her things. “No…”

 

She half-stood up. I eased by her, felt the backs of my thighs brush against her legs, felt the smooth silk of her stockings on my skin. “Thanks, I said, and pushed the folding seat back down.

 

“Sure.”

 

I settled back and tried to get comfy. She tucked her purse next to her and folded her jacket in her lap. Our arms touched and she glanced over at me.

 

“Sorry,” I said, and stared straight ahead.

 

I wasn’t going to budge; I wanted the armrest to myself.

 

Eventually, she gave up hoping that I’d be polite and rested her arm in her lap. The previews ended and the movie started. I had no idea what it was – some dumb chick flick – and I got bored after a few minutes. So I started sneaking glances at the woman. She was sitting up straight in her seat, watching the film intently. Every few minutes the reflection from the screen would lighten the theater, and I could catch tantalizing glimpses of a flowery, red and black bra through the folds of her blouse.

 

She caught me looking. She smiled, but sat up even straighter and crossed her legs. The sound of her stockings rubbing together made me want to cream. I watched her through most of the movie, sneaking peeks here and there, and she relaxed a bit, slumped down in her seat a little.

 

About halfway through, I pulled the knife I had in my pocket, then raised the armrest and shoved it between our seats. She looked over, irritated more than anything at that point, and shifted a little, so she was leaning to her right. I let her get comfortable again and then slid my hand under her jacket.

 

I heard her soft gasp as my fingers clasped on her thigh.

 

I showed her the knife. She froze and looked around with a horrified expression, licking her lips. I didn’t waste time. I ran my hand from the top of her knee all the way up her thigh to the top of her stocking, pushing up her skirt under the jacket.

 

I leaned over and whispered, “Don’t move, don’t say anything, and I won’t hurt you. You understand?” The blade flashed, and she nodded quickly. “Good.”

 

Nobody around us had noticed anything. I wasn’t too concerned about that; her jacket hid my hand from any prying eyes anyway. The creamy flesh above the stockings was warm and soft. I slid my hand slowly down the curve of her inner thigh. She let out a whimper and squeezed her legs together, pinning my hand in the juncture between her legs and her crotch.

 

“Ah-ah-ahh…” I whispered. “Stop that.”

 

She shook her head. I poked her arm with the tip of the knife.

 

“I said, stop it.”

 

She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes. The pressure on my hand alleviated enough for me to tickle the crotch of her panties. I heard her moan softly, and she tried to turn her head.

 

“Look at the screen. Nowhere else. You understand?”

 

She nodded.

 

“Good. Open your eyes, and look straight ahead.”

 

I saw her jaw working as she struggled not to cry, but she opened her eyes. I wrapped my finger around the elastic band of her panties and pulled the material out of my way. I tickled her soft mound of curly pubic hair with my fingertips.

 

“God,” she groaned. “Please stop…”

 

“Shut the fuck up!” I hissed. “Watch the damn movie.”

 

I leaned into her, letting my bicep rub against her tits, and dug my hand down further. I thought she’d be dry as a bone. Imagine my surprise when my probing fingers found her wet and juicy.

 

I blinked and grinned at her. “Well, well. Look at that.”

 

She closed her eyes and turned her head away from me. I slipped my middle finger inside her, up to the knuckle. I heard a low moan escape her lips. Her hands grabbed at my wrist and her thighs clamped down on me again.

 

“Stop it.” I poked her with the knife again. She jumped and bit her tongue. “Spread your legs!” I commanded. “Do it bitch!”

 

The pressure eased again. I cupped her crotch with the palm of my hand and inserted my index finger into her pussy. Then I started to finger fuck her.

 

“Please stop…” She was shaking, almost crying. “Please…”

 

“Shut up…”

 

I worked my fingers in and out, using my arm for leverage. After a moment or two, I noticed her thighs begin to scissor together, and she was beginning to squirm in her seat. Her right hand grabbed her armrest, the fingers of her left hand clamped onto my thigh, and her pussy clenched hard around my fingers, squishing them together.

 

“Oh!” She murmured. “Oh God, no…please, stop it…please…”

 

She kept glancing down at the knife, as if she was trying to make sure it was still there, and she was almost hopping up and down in her seat. I found her clit and flicked it with my thumbnail while I finger-banged her.

 

As the movie ended and the credits rolled, she came. Her fingernails dug into my thigh and a warm flood of her spunk drenched my hand up to the wrist. I gritted my teeth and yanked my hand out of her snatch, then ripped her hand off my leg. Blood welled up from where her fingernails had dug furrows into my skin.

 

She fell back into her seat, shaking. She tried to smooth down her skirt as the lights went up and the rest of the movie-goers stood and filed out, chatting, moving slowly up the aisles to the doors behind us.

 

The woman stood awkwardly, and I thought she’d follow everyone else out to the parking lot. But instead of losing herself in the crowd, she started making her way down the aisle, to the exits at either end of the movie screen. I waited until she had the door open, then I stood and followed.

 

I knew where these exits led: to a short hallway and then another security door, which opened out onto a sidewalk that wrapped around the building. Beyond that was a woodsy area that sloped down to old railroad tracks and abandoned warehouses. When I pushed open the security door, I half expected to see the bitch running for the parking lot, screaming for security.

 

It was almost dark outside. The sun had set not long before, leaving faint streaks of dazzling reds and purples streaking the clear evening sky. The sidewalk was empty, and I thought I’d lost her.

 

Then I heard some crashing in the trees, caught a glimpse of her legs as she tried to navigate a steep, dirt trail leading down the side of the hill. She was having a difficult time, her high heels not suited for the hike. I vaulted the railing and caught up with her before she broke the trees. I didn’t want anyone to see what I was going to do to her.

 

Breathing hard from the short chase, I grabbed her by the upper arms and dragged her to her knees. Her purse went flying and her jacket fell to the ground, settling in the leaves. She started to struggle, and I shoved the knife blade under her chin.

 

“Don’t you fucking move, don’t make a fucking sound!” I grated past clenched teeth. “Who said we were finished?”

 

She whimpered and her entire body shook with fear, but she stopped fighting me.

 

“Good.”

 

I snatched my hand away from her throat, curled my fingers between the buttons of her blouse, and ripped; popping buttons all the way down to the waistband of her skirt as I tore open her blouse. Her breasts were round and heavy, cupped in a lacy black bra decorated with red satin flowers. A small gold chain dangled in the cleft between her tits. I heard myself grunt like an animal, and then I pushed her face down onto her jacket, so her ass was sticking straight up in the air.

 

“Please, don’t hurt me…” She mumbled between gasps for breath. Tears streaked her face. I slapped her ass, and she let out a high-pitched squeal.

 

“Shut up!”

 

There was a slit running up the back of her skirt. I used the knife to cut the material up to the band, exposing her white panties. Then I let the remains of her skirt hang loosely around her waist.

 

“Oh, yeah. Look at that…”

 

I rubbed her ass cheeks with my hands. She wiggled and squirmed and cried. Watching her turned me on. I was unbelievably hard. With a jerk of my wrist I unbuckled my belt and popped the top button of my shorts. I quickly slipped out of my shorts and underpants, and wedged myself between her legs.

 

“Okay, baby. Let’s have some fun…” I pulled the crotch of her panties and cut them apart, exposing her asshole and pussy lips to the cool night air. My dick was sliding up and down her silky stockings, driving me crazy. I grabbed the base of my cock and rammed the head into her pussy, not caring if she was ready.

 

“Oh, God…” She moaned. “No…”

 

I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled the cups of her bra under her tits, and shoved with my hips at the same time. She was soaking wet, lubed up enough that I was halfway in with one thrust. She jerked underneath me, and I grabbed on to her tits while I fucked her. I couldn’t hold out long, and I knew it. I was way too excited.

 

“Yeah, baby, you know you want it…” I was grunting in her ear when she turned her head and smiled at me. Her ruby lips pressed against mine. They parted, and I felt the tip of her tongue flick into my mouth.

 

We kissed for what seemed like an age, and then she grabbed my hands in hers, making me squeeze her tits even harder. She started grinding her ass in tiny, quick circles while I pumped her from behind. I felt my balls tighten, the orgasm building all the way down in my curled toes…

 

“Come in me, come on…” She whispered, taunting me. “My big boy…”

 

“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” I was chanting, panting for each breath, my balls heavy, slapping her ass. “Oh yeah…”

 

I buried my face in her hair and dug my fingers into her breasts as I shot my load. We fell into the leaves together, me on her back, still twitching with the last of my climax. We stayed there, locked together, until my cock shriveled up inside her.

 

Then I pushed away from her and put my pants on. She smiled up at me as I zipped up, her naked ass still sticking up in the air.

 

“Thanks baby,” she said. “So…did you like it?”

 

I grinned back, liking the way she looked in her torn clothes. I wiggled my eyebrows at her. My dick twitched in my damp underpants, slick with her juice.

 

“What about tomorrow?” I asked.

 

“We’ll see if I can sneak away from my husband.” She sat up, tried to button her blouse, gave up and smiled at me demurely. “I’ll send you an email, like today. I want to do it on a bus. In front of a whole bunch of people.”

 

I nodded. I was already heading back up the trail, thinking about tomorrow…

 

~ Fin ~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Within a second, John estimated that she was probably a secretary, or an accountant or something along those lines. In any case she was most likely a somewhat mousy, maybe shy lady who would probably let go of her inhibitions when liquored up to the brim, but then again she may have been someone who simply wouldn’t ever get really liquored up in the first place. Maybe a juice, and that was it.

But mousy or not, she looked really attractive; she had friendly eyes that suggested hidden, dark sexual secrets. Did she even know what she could be really like, and how much she might like being like that?

Her lovely enthusiastic smile was infectious.

Ventura’s background as a corporate psychologist enabled him to draw these conclusions. He also had his own little practice as a psychiatrist for about a year. But after about 10 months he realized that with only four patients it would only be a matter of time before it would be best to call it quits and work for someone else again.

“Oh, no,” John replied to the question of the woman whose name was Melissa Hill, married to bookkeeper Victor Hill, and mother of 2 kids ages 5 and 3. “Please sit down.”

Melissa sat across from John, reached for a romance novel in her purse, and crossed her well shaped legs, the sounds of rubbing nylon rustling. John couldn’t resist the temptation and used his newspaper to hide the fact that he was looking at her over the top edge and under his eyebrows, and in a flash he saw the top of one of her nylons as the blonde crossed her legs. John then quickly aimed his eyes at the newspaper to prevent being caught staring at her legs.

Ventura was reading the stock market section but his thoughts were with Melissa’s nylon stocking-top, when the soup of black letters in his newspaper started becoming blurry and faded before his eyes. This was the point where reality faded away for John and his fantasy started taking over. And did it ever take him over!

The price of gold couldn’t interest John in the slightest anymore because the blond lady had managed to attract his attention pretty damn easily.

After all, she had slipped off her pumps under the table and, legs spread, put her nylon-clad feet on the table. With her left hand she kneaded her breasts and with her right hand she rubbed her crotch through her skirt as her toes curled.

She then pulled her skirt up, exposing her white lace panties; panties with an ever growing wet stripe vertically along the crotch. Melissa looked at John through squinted, lustful eyes, through her small pair of glasses.

This woman didn’t seem to give a damn about doing all of this in the middle of a crowded station diner in a heavily populated train station.

John looked around, heavily blushing, and noticed that Melissa had managed to attract the attention of everyone around as she moaned ever more loudly while furiously rubbing her pantied crotch.

Melissa’s nipples started becoming more prolific through her blouse, poking out visibly and sexily, and making clear she was not even wearing a bra.

As everyone in the diner (which seemed to be about 35 people of all ages) watched the blond woman in stunned silence and attention, she shoved her hand into her panties and John could clearly see her fingers busily rubbing up and down along her crotch, until it was obvious that one of her fingers was disappearing in and reappearing out of her vagina. This she did several times under the watchful eyes of a diner full of spectators. After about 10 insertions she pulled her hand out of her panties and with a load, guttural groan she stuck a wet finger in her mouth, slurping the digit clean.

 

Being stared at by numerous people, young and old, John felt the blood pound in his neck and temples when Melissa, half groaning, asked him if he would please…please suck on her toes. The man’s cheeks flushed a bright red and his eyes fixated on Melissa’s feet. He stared at those beautiful female feet, cased in flesh colored nylon, with a thin seam running evenly along the undersides of the woman’s toes. Those big, succulent looking toes curled and the wrinkles in the nylon that it caused colored a light brown. Piercing blue eyes stared at John through those small glasses and large eyes, of dozens of surprised onlookers, penetrated his soul.

But his mouth started watering.

His mouth started watering from those ever curling toes. From that groaning, finger fucking, tit kneading, blond beauty.

Dozens of people surrounding them or not, he grabbed Melissa’s right foot, and bit playfully, but lustfully, into her big toe. He slurped on Melissa’s toe and tasted the nylon covering it. He bit into the seam running under her toes and used his teeth to tear the nylon apart. He then sucked the woman’s big toe into his mouth and almost sucked fictitious toe juice right out of it, licked wildly across her wrinkled, pink sole and slid his wet tongue between all of her toes.

As at least thirty people were watching, John let go of all shame and swiped everything off the table with his arm, pulled Melissa onto the small table, pushed her back, and forced her legs wide apart. Panting, he wildly licked across the soaking crotch of her panties while he used his thumb to massage Melissa between the butt cheeks.

Melissa, insane with perverted, exhibitionistic passion, ripped her blouse open and the buttons flew everywhere. Perfect shaped tits with big red nipples vibrated as they were exposed to the watching eyes of the crowd around them.

The blond woman set her feet on the edge of the table and lifted her butt up, after which John didn’t hesitate for a second and pulled her panties off of her ass and down her legs until they were around her knees. He stuck his head between her thighs from underneath, sticking it between the panties around her knees, and her crotch, and proceeded to bury his tongue deeply into her warm, wet snatch. He roughly lapped over her swollen clit and sucked the frothing juices right out of her blond furred cunt with audible slurps. Melissa crossed her legs around John’s head and used them to pull his head tightly into her buttery, odorous crotch, only to feel his forceful tongue sink deep into her sucking quim. She started yelling out loud and couldn’t give a shit that she was being eaten out right in the middle of a crowded train station diner.

As a matter of fact, the stares of random strangers, both young and old, made her cunt leak all the more profusely. Acting like a wanton slut for all to see, that was what she was about at this point.

John fucked Melissa’s leaking vagina with his tongue and slurped mouthful after mouthful of female juices out of her insides, only to proceed swallowing the hot liquid down and go for the next mouthful.

Melissa screamed it out with depraved lust, feeling this stranger called John sucking himself tightly into her pink, slippery slit, his nose flatly against her tingling clit, and sucking hard on the contracting opening of her cunt. Any drop he missed ended up sliding slowly into the crack of her ass.

John, feeling anxious with passion, pushed Melissa’s nylon clad legs back toward her chest, telling her to spread her ass cheeks and keep them spread. A task Melissa’s fulfilled with pleasure.

A cry of joy escaped from her throat as she felt John scrape the flat surface of his tongue through the crack of her pungently odorous ass, across the twitching, wrinkled pucker of her asshole. He massaged her tasty shitter with the tip of his tongue and spat a fat white glob of saliva on the slightly bulging, slightly dark colored rim. John massaged her anus with his middle finger and slid the digit into the tight, sucking caverns of her ass. Under the watchful eyes of thirty-something people, the corporate psychologist finger banged the blond secretary/accountant’s shithole until she started loudly whimpering and thrashing on the table.

“Fuck my butt with your tongue,” the ponytailed blonde squealed.

John buried his face between Melissa’s warm, soft globes and slid his tongue deeply into her dirtbox. His tongue squelched and sloshed as he drilled it into her bowels time and time again. Her wrinkled rim nipped and sucked onto his invading tongue, trying to draw it further into her shitpipe.

As he ate out her scrumptious, sucking asshole, he undid his pants.

Melissa came up and helped him undo his pants and shove it down to expose John’s 8 inch cock to the gaze of over 30 complete strangers, a crowd that seemed to be growing as people from the platforms had started gathering inside the diner as well.

Melissa licked her lips and enclosed her slurping, hot mouth around his pole, proceeding to passionately suck his cock with fast bobs of her head, making her blond ponytail whip about. Slurps could be heard all the way out on the platform, and those that could watch, would see Melissa drool all over John’s fuck stick. Strings of spit cascaded down his shaft and balls, some of them dropping to the floor slowly like goo. Melissa seemed to be eating this man alive, this man that, just like the watching crowd, was a complete stranger to her.

At a certain point, the spectating flock had grown to numbers of 50 to 60 people, intently watching Melissa lick, suck, even gag on John’s prick with moans and slurps that sounded obscene even without the visual.

A small group of girls of around 15 years old came inside and started whispering and giggling to each other when they saw a young, blond woman lying chest-down on a diner table, sucking a stranger’s fat, dripping cock while grabbing his ass with both hands to pull herself deeper onto it. She was humping her crotch onto the table, seemingly hoping for something to quench the need in her sticky cunt. Ripped nylon was hanging from the heel of one naked foot.

John’s head had turned red to the point it seemed on the verge of exploding, especially after noticing being watched by a bunch of what looked like teenage girls; girls that couldn’t be older than his own daughter, who was living with his ex-wife. But his head seemed on the verge of exploding especially because of the wet, sucking mouth of this sex crazed blonde, slobbering and drooling all over his cock and balls in front of dozens and dozens of strangers. She was practically milking the spunk right out of his balls.

“Fuck me. Stick your cock up my snatch,” groaned Melissa with a raspy voice and laid back onto the table. She spread her legs and put her legs over John’s shoulders. John felt the nylon on her legs scrape against his neck and shoulders, as he stuffed the mushroom shaped head of his dick between Melissa’s pussy lips, and slowly buried his cock in the warmth of her cunt sheath. The blond woman closed her eyes with a whimper. It wasn’t long before the 60 headed crowd saw John starting to pound the blond haired twat.

His cock slammed into Melissa’s churning fuck tunnel to the root, his balls loudly slapping her ass. Melissa pulled her legs further up and pushed her feet into John’s face, who took her toes into his mouth as he had done before, plucked at the seam of the ‘intact’ stocking clad foot with his teeth, and pushed his tongue into the nylon and between her toes.

He looked up and noticed various people with their hands touching their crotches, and realized that nobody really felt ashamed of the watching the public spectacle. On the contrary, most people seemed to be having a pretty good time. Even one of the teenage girls whom had just joined the crowd, had her fingers rummaging around between her thighs and John could clearly see her rubbing the crotch of her jeans.

“In my ass. I want your cock in my ass,” sighed Melissa.

John slid from Melissa’s soaking fuckhole, and pushed her legs further up and back. As he surveyed the surrounding crowd, and noticed that Melissa did the same, he slowly forced his prick into the twitching pucker of her anus. Her sphincter squeezed tightly around his shaft as he sank it deeper and deeper.

Melissa groaned aloud and John looked up for a minute to see one of the teenage girls, Cindy, a 15 year old brunette with shoulder length hair, sitting on one of the tables, her feet on the edge, her skirt pulled up to her waist, and her fingers sliding over her crotch. She was wearing white cotton panties, which had been pulled back into the crack of her ass, and the bulge of her teen cunt was clearly outlined; the brown pubic hair of her clearly unshaven cunt was slightly sticking from the leg holes of her panties, and Cindy was rubbing her finger roughly across the hidden mound of her teenage puss. One of her friends, Esther, 16 years old and a blonde with short hair, removed Cindy’s moist hand and replaced it with her own, rubbing her 15 year old friend’s wet, pantied crotch. She then pulled the crotch of Cindy’s panties to the side, exposing the girl’s hair covered snatch to anybody willing to see, which certainly included John. Cindy had a beautiful cunt; fat outer lips with wide labia protruding between them. Her clit was large and pink, and the hair of her cunt seemed to extend all the way into the crack of the teen’s ass.

John continued fucking Melissa in her tight, milking shitpipe, while watching Esther first rub her fingers up and down through Cindy’s pussy lips, only to see her index and middle fingers disappear into the 15 year old’s fuckhole, exposing the teen’s pink slit in the process.

With his dick pistoning into Melissa’s guts, John was mesmerized by the two teenage girls, one finger fucked by the other as they, like himself and Melissa, were surrounded by complete strangers. Esther withdrew her fingers from her friend’s sucking quim with a slurp and sucked them into her mouth as her other hand was busy squeezing Cindy’s tits. Cindy, meanwhile, had her own hand between her legs again, using her fingers to spread her hot lips and exposing her inner pink to the public. The darling girl added some spice by visibly squeezing the muscles in her fuckbox, the opening to her cunt tunnel contracting as Esther had removed her fingers from her mouth and slid them into Cindy’s mouth to give her a taste of her own twat.

It was soon after that Esther bent down, laid her head on Cindy’s lower abdomen with her cheek right on top of Cindy’s triangle of fur, the corner of her mouth on top of the teen’s clithood. Esther stuck her tongue out to the side, and wiggled it over and in between her friend’s cuntflaps, the tip and side of her tongue slithering through her slit. The blond teenager’s saliva oozed through the pink slit of the 15 year old brunette, and further into the crack of the teenage girl’s ass.

The image of those young, horny sluts cunt-sucking right in the middle of a large crowd made John lose control, not in the least aided by the tightly squeezing, sucking asshole of the unknown blonde that started the whole thing.

“Oohhh Jesus, I’m fucking cummingggg,” John yelled out into the packed diner.

“Ohh fuck, yess. Cum inside my butt, baby. Spurt your hot fuck sauce into my bowels,” wailed Melissa.

John forced his dong into Melissa’s shit tunnel to the balls, and pumped his seed into her guts until his balls were drained. Melissa felt the warm goo fill her insides and thought she was getting a spunk enema.

As the last drop of semen had left his balls to end up in Melissa’s clenching backdoor, the mob started whistling and applauding loudly. They seemed content with the show. Middle aged people, teenagers, people in suits and ties, even elderly ladies. The sexing teen girls that had stopped their own performance. They were all clapping their hands.

John slumped forward on top of Melissa, his softening dick still halfway up his lover’s sucking, messy butthole.

He felt strange in his head. The noises around him started becoming unclear, unfocussed. And somewhat light headed he retreated his flaccid cock out of Melissa’s lewdly gaping, wet anus with a plop.

His sight became blurry, and he heard what seemed to be the screeching brakes of a train.

Suddenly he awoke from his daydream and noticed that the blonde, who served so deliciously as the object of his fantasy, was now standing on the platform, waiting for the train to stop. Quickly John gathered his belongings, and sped onto the platform. He stepped onto the train behind Melissa and had decided to see if he could find an empty seat across from her.

You never know.

Sometimes dreams can come true.