The train compartment rocks gently. Angeline and I settle in, fresh from vacation. Her short black skirt rides up those killer legs. White blouse hugs her perky tits. My cock twitches in my chinos. We’re alone. Long ride ahead. Perfect for fucking.
Rattle. Door slides. Pierre and Anya barge in. Mid-30s. Him blond, square jaw. Her dark hair, exotic curves in mauve suit. Bags thud. They nod, sit opposite. Fuck. Plans dashed.
The Spill That Started It All
Twenty minutes hum by. Train clatters. We sneak kisses, fingers tease. Jolt. Bag slips. Contents spill. Weird gadget tumbles out. Calculator-lamp hybrid.
Pierre grins. ‘Our invention. Psychology tool. Zaps brain waves through eyes. Erases traumas, behaviors.’ Anya nods. Researchers. We chat. Ondes sleep parts of the mind. Temporary tweaks.
Laughter. ‘Make folks strip at conferences, no shame!’ Joke. Whisper between them. Offer: ‘Test it? Guess the changes.’ Curious. Horny. We agree.
Switch seats. Anya beside me, Pierre with Angeline. Devices flash. Brain itches. Done.
‘We nixed two inhibitions,’ Pierre says. Hand on her knee. Mine on my shoulder, sliding under shirt. Nipples harden.
We puzzle. Hands roam. His up her thigh. Hers on my chest, belly. Pubis tingles.
Angeline gasps. ‘Pierre’s fingering my pussy through panties.’ Legs part. Wet spot blooms.
Mine too. ‘Anya’s stroking my cock.’ Hard as rock.
Hints: social taboo, property sense. We guess wrong. Train sways. Moans muffled.
Her skirt hikes. He shoves panties aside. Finger in. She bucks. ‘Oh fuck, deep.’ I watch, cock throbs.
Inhibitions Gone: Raw Fucking in the Rattling Train
Anya unzips me. Grips shaft. Slow jerks. Balls ache.
Realization hits. ‘You erased our swapping taboo! We don’t mind strangers touching us!’ Bingo. First one.
But we’re hooked. ‘Finish us!’ Hands swap. I finger Anya’s shaved, dripping slit. Angeline jerks Pierre’s thick cock.
She drops, sucks him deep. Gags softly. Train drowns noise. I dive into Anya’s cunt. Tongue laps clit. Juices coat face.
Begging now. ‘Fuck me!’ Anya straddles. Pussy swallows my dick. Tight, hot. Angeline impales on Pierre. Juices squelch.
We ride. Train rattles seats. Hips slap muffled. Her tits bounce free. Mine mauled.
‘Orgasms crash. I scream Angeline’s name, pumping cum into Anya. She howls mine, clenching Pierre.
Collapse. Kiss, tastes mix. Second tweak? ‘Your vulgar talk filter. You spill every dirty detail.’
Debate ethics. They admit: lovers, pros at pleasure. Exchanged addresses. Swingers? Nah… usually.
Door rattles past. Heart pounds. Secret safe. Cock stirs at memory.