Future of Porn

“(Thanks to all those who congratulated me on my first story. I’m sorry it has taken me so long to finish a second. This writing lark is harder than it looks.)”

The little two-carriage train click-clacked across the open countryside under the hot afternoon sun. Inside the packed carriages the standing passengers were swaying and bumping into each other. Conversation was muted in the dry heat. A young man stood with his back pressed against one of the doors, and squashed up to him by the crowd was a young blonde woman. They were obviously tourists, their skin tanned, as distinct from the natural duskiness of the people surrounding them.

The woman placed her left hand on her partner’s shoulder to brace herself as her slim body was pushed against him. With her other hand she reached up and stroked her wedding band. He had only placed it on her finger three short days ago, and it was still a wonderful novelty to her.

He gazed into her blue eyes and gently brushed a few sweat-dampened hairs from her brow. He leaned the short distance between them and kissed her gently.

“Have I told you how sexy you look in that dress?” he murmured. The pale yellow summer dress was barely visible in the crush of people.

“It would look better if my boobs were bigger.”

“Don’t be silly, you’re perfect.” He put his hands on her hips and pulled her even tighter to him. “Can you feel how hot you make me?”

She blushed slightly, and would have pulled away but the crowd behind her was too dense. The swelling in her husband’s shorts rubbed lazily along her thigh.

“It was good this morning,” he said.

They had been sight-seeing that morning, visiting historical ruins on the coast, picnicking, but she knew he meant the moment when they had found a secluded spot and she had lain with the sun on her face, her dress unbuttoned and spread wide, her panties discarded, panting with pleasure as he thrust himself into her.

She smiled shyly at the memory. “Yes, it was,” she said.

She felt of his hands squeeze in between their bodies and the palm press against her mound. “Don’t,” she whispered.

“No one can see,” he said.

She glanced nervously over her shoulder into the carriage. A dark-haired woman in a business suit was pressed right up to her, and beyond that woman only the heads of various passengers could be seen. No one was paying any attention to these two foreigners.

His hand slipped between two buttons of her dress and caressed the front of her panties. Arousal began to overcome her wariness. The thought of being stroked in the midst of this crush made her juices begin to flow. “Don’t be wicked,” she murmured, though she meant the opposite.

He recognized the signs of her rising lust, and rubbed her more strongly. Instinctively, she shuffled her feet apart. He moved the thin layer of cotton covering her furry mound to one side and touched his new wife’s sweet naked pussy. He slid a finger up and down the slippery lips and strummed her sensitive bud.

Her head fell forward onto his shoulder, and she rose up on her toes as she felt two of his fingers slide easily into her hot wetness. She wondered vaguely if the woman behind her could feel the squirming of her buttocks.

His fingers moved casually inside her, slowly spreading and rotating. making themselves at home. His thumb stroked and teased her hooded nubbin, causing waves of sensation to flood her body. Her nipples grew hard and rubbed agonizingly against the thin fabric of her dress. Eyes closed, she writhed on her husband’s hand, trying desperately not to cry out, or even to breathe too heavily.

Gradually she became aware that the fingers were no longer moving. She opened her eyes and drifted back into the reality of the crowded carriage. Her husband was looking over her shoulder with an unfathomable expression on his face. Dazed, she turned to look in that direction and found her nose six inches away from the face of the smartly-dressed woman whose body was pressed so tightly to her. It was a handsome, strong face, with a large nose and full lips, hair dark as molasses pulled back into a bun.

“I ask if you are all right,” said the dark woman kindly, “you seem faint.” The blonde was nonplussed for a moment. “You are English, yes?” continued the dark woman.

“Wha.. oh, yes,” stammered the blonde.

“She’s OK,” said the man, “it’s just the heat.”

“Yes, I’m not used to the heat,” said his wife. She gave him a look, pleading for him to remove his hand, but he merely smiled at her and began his gentle rhythmic movements again.

“We have only been here a couple of days,” he said. His wife stared at him wide-eyed. Was he really going to make her talk to this stranger while he…? She felt all sorts of emotions at once — scared, annoyed… thrilled?

“You are on holiday?”

“Honeymoon,” said the man.

The dark woman beamed. “Oh, that is wonderful, congratulations!” She was so close that her breath lightly fanned the damp hair at the back of the young wife’s neck.

“Thank you,” said the blonde. politely. She shifted deliberately from one foot to another, trying to dislodge herself from her husband’s pinioning fingers without making it obvious. The man merely pushed deeper into the bubbling wetness of his wife. Defeated, all she could do was give him a sly poke in the ribs. All right, if her husband wanted his little game she would play along. She turned her head slightly to look into the stranger’s deep, dark eyes. “Yes, we were married three days ago.”

“Ah, so romantic. Surely you were a pretty bride. I remember well my own wedding day.”

“Oh, how long have you been married?” inquired the man, rotating his thumb lazily on the hidden nest between his wife’s thighs.

“Sadly, I am divorced since ten years.” “You don’t look old enough…” said the man, his fingers slipping and sliding in the secret place.

“Ah, you are the gentleman!” A smile spread across her full lips, showing white teeth, and faint lines appeared at the corners of her lively eyes. “But yes, it is so.” She placed a hand on the shoulder of the blonde and squeezed gently. There were several tasteful gold rings on her fingers. Her nails were neatly manicured. “But I will not put the evil eye on you. I am sure you will be very happy! We also were very happy for five years, he was such a good man, but I am afraid my appetite became too much for him.”

The train lurched suddenly throwing the stranger’s heavy body into the wife. The dark woman moved both hands onto the waist of the blonde to brace herself. The blonde had let out a gasp as her husband’s digits were pushed deep inside her but the dark woman did not seem to notice.

“Appetite?” said the blonde, trying to breathe steadily.

“But yes, I was always so hungry for sex,” said the dark woman simply. “At first he was so eager like me, but after some years I begin to tire him out in bed. And not just in bed either, but many other places!” She laughed softly.

The blonde glanced nervously at the heads of the crowd visible over the woman’s shoulder. She was rather shocked at this woman’s frankness, but then realized that she was in no position to judge!

“Do not worry, none of them can understand English. Yes, my husband, he try many ways to please me, and I try many ways to arouse him, lingerie, toys, watching me make love with other women, other men, in our bed, two or three at a time, but at last, we decide to part, before I give him a heart attack. It was very amicable. Now I am single woman with many lovers.”

The eyes of the blonde woman, which had been glazed and half-closed, opened wide. Her husband spoke, his voice uncertain. “I’m not sure you should…”

“Surely I do not shock you? It is the myth that the English are prim, but I do not believe so,” she said. Her full, warm body rubbed along the blonde’s body as the train swayed. “I think I am a woman of passion with many experiences, I have been fucked in so many places, but never have I been in such a public crowd with a young man’s fingers up my pussy!”

The man and his wife each froze at the same instant. The man opened his mouth but no words came out.

“You think I do not know? I feel your wife’s small bottom rub against me, I hear her quiet sighs, I know this is a woman in the middle of pleasure.” Her voice was low and urgent. Her hands tightened on the blonde’s waist and began to move the slim body back and forth in the cramped space. “Oh, please do not stop because I see you! You make me so excited! I love you to finish; it has been months since I held a woman while she came — and in such a place!” She turned her face up to the man, her eyes shining with life. “You would like that, yes, to bring your pretty young wife to bliss in my arms?”

“Yes…” he said, quietly.

“No.. we can’t…” whispered the blonde, but the hand at the centre of all her sensations had already begun to move again, flooding her body with rolling vibrations. Her head lolled back against the woman’s shoulder. She seemed to stand outside of her body, looking dispassionately at herself as she was pinned like a butterfly on a board by her husband’s digits. The crowd became unimportant. She saw herself place her hands on his shoulders and lift herself up and down on her toes. The ripe body of the dark woman supported her like a warm, soft, welcoming bed.

“It is a lovely English word, is it not?” the woman continued. “Pussy. Like a small. soft, purring animal, eager to lap up cream.”

“Oooh…!”

“Hush, little one. If you desire to play such games you must learn to be quiet.” The dark woman’s full mouth was so close to her ear it was almost a kiss. “I remember when I was a young girl, and my boyfriend brought me home at night. We would go to the back of my house where he would fuck me up against the wall, while mother and father were inside. I longed to cry and scream but I know my parents must not hear, so I learn to bite my lip, be quiet as a mouse in my joy until my boyfriend feeds my pussy with his cream. Oh, such pleasure! And then inside the house I kiss my father goodnight with my panties inside my handbag.”

One of the blonde woman’s hands seemed to move of its own accord, slowly leaving her husband’s shoulder and drifting towards the stranger’s head.

“No, little one, do not touch me, someone will see. But perhaps you like if I touch you?’” said the dark woman. Her hand crept upwards and slipped into the wide armhole of the summer dress, fingers curling to the shape of her breast. “Ah, such breasts! So pert! That is a good English word, yes? Pert. Like ripe apples.” She cupped the breast firmly, rolling its hard nipple between her fingers. “My breasts, always they have been large, since I am a young girl. Sometimes a lover will wish to put his hard cock between them and push in and out, fucking my tits until the hot whiteness covers them.”

The man moaned softly, but he seemed to have realized that he no longer had a speaking part in this game. Anyway, now his wife could hear nothing but the dark woman’s hypnotic voice and the rattle of the train. The two impassioned female bodies, blonde and dark, young and mature, slim and cushioned, gently rocked in tandem amid the crush of unsuspecting people.

“You are so naughty, little one, so wicked!” murmured the voice. “I am a bad woman, but never have I done a thing such as this. One time, with my husband in a hotel there were some builders over the road. We went naked in front of the window. I bent over and my husband fucked me like a dog. It is so good that way! But to be surrounded by people, so close!”

The young blonde lay against her husband’s chest. Her skin tingled as she was rolled between these two forms. The foreign chatter of the mass of passengers became a distant buzz, overlaid by the rich, warm accents of the dark woman, so close to her ear.

“Ah, you are so beautiful! Are you excited by women, little one? We are such splendid creatures — breasts, mouths, fingers, pussies. I have shared passion with so many women, since I am a young girl. In a girlfriend’s bedroom while her parents are downstairs, on the carpet of a married woman while her husband is at work and her children at school, or on a woman’s soft bed while her husband watches.”

The rough digits in the pussy of the the blonde moved strong and quick, the slender fingers that plucked at her nipple were slow and teasing. The warmth of the day, the heat of the crush, pure human lust, brought on a sweat. It matted her fair hair to her forehead, trickled from her smooth armpits, between her proud breasts, down her slim thighs, mingling with her sticky cunt-juice. She was entirely consumed by desire, mindless of the babble of the crowd, the rattle of the rail, the jolting of the carriage.

“I;m sure your husband would wish to see you and I together on his bed, you so small and fair and neat, me so big and dark and wild, curled together like kittens, lapping and biting. Oh, he would spray us both with so much juice!”

The blonde felt her husband’s fingers redouble their efforts. How could the rest of the people in the carriage be unaware of what was happening? Could they not hear her laboured breathing, the pounding of the blood in her veins, the liquid sucking of her cunt?

“How many times have you done it today?” the dark lady asked, but did not wait for a reply. “Me, it is more than a whole day since I have a man. Now I must go to my work, when you have made me so aroused! I must phone one of my young men to come to me, one who is like a bull. I will lock the door to my office and he will take me on my desk, as so many men have. I will tell my secretary that it is business, I must not be disturbed, but she knows what I do. She will put her feet up on her desk and finger herself, as she listens on the intercom to the sounds of my pleasure.”

It seemed to the blonde that the voice was entering directly into her subconscious, vibrating the very heart of her sexual essence.

“After I have unpinned my long hair and let it flow down I will tell him to strip naked,” continued the voice, “but I will only take off my small panties and pull up my skirt. I will sweep the things of my work to the floor and lay on my back across the desk as my man approaches, his solid cock waving in front of him, strong and eager like a young bull. He will have no need to arouse me — you have made me so wet, little one! I will take him in one hand and pull him right into the centre of me, to swallow him up all in one go.

“Then I will wrap my thighs around his hard body and he will fuck me like a beast, pounding my bottom against the smooth wood of the desk. How I will cry out as he fucks me! But no one will hear except my secretary, my secretary with her ear to the intercom, and her fingers in her pussy. You have made me so hot, little one, I know I will orgasm quick and hard, and so many times! And my man — so young and excited — soon he will reach his peak! His wild grunts, his belly slapping into mine, the sound and scent of fucking filling my office. Then, when my body is numb with continuous pleasure, when my toes are pointing straight towards the ceiling, he will give one last cry and flatten me to the desktop with all his power and his great cock will explode deep inside me, shooting its hot white load…”

“Nnnrgh!”

Every fibre in the blonde woman’s body tensed as a thousand fireworks burst from the centre of her being. She would have cried out, but instead found herself biting down on the knuckles of two slim fingers which had slipped into her mouth. Long fingernails tickled her cheek.

“Like a mouse, little one!” murmured the voice. “That’s it, come for me.”

The blonde trembled violently between the bodies of her two tormentors for an endless moment. Her knees buckled, and she slumped down. Her cunt pulsed on her husband’s invading fingers, her tongue licked on the complementary fingers in her mouth, as her arms hung limply around the man’s neck. Perhaps it was only the crush of people in the carriage which kept her upright.

The little train rattled and shook heavily as it passed over points. “Ah, we arrive at the station,” said the dark woman, “the end of the line.” Her spit-slickened knuckles slipped from the blonde’s limp mouth and she slid her hand smoothly down the summer dress. “Did you enjoy that, little one?”

The blonde felt her husband’s over-worked digits pull out of her tired pussy. “Oh God…” was all she could say.

Her husband put his right hand, his pussy-fucking hand, up to her cheek and brushed a few damp hairs from her flushed face. Softly, she kissed his palm.

The dark woman looked behind her briefly at the crowd preparing to leave the slowing train. None of them gave any sign of having witnessed this little drama. Fortunately the platform was on the opposite side, so they would not have to move to let people off.

Turning back to the couple. she laid her chin on the blonde’s shoulder. As the crowd faced the other side of the train she took hold of the man’s hand. The hot cheeks of the two women brushed together. Looking into the man’s eyes, the dark woman sucked one of his juice-covered fingers into her mouth and licked it briefly, causing him to gasp. Then she turned her head to the wide-eyed young wife, their lips almost touching, and offered her the second finger. “you taste lovely,” she murmured, “honey and spice.”

While the blonde licked her own nectar from her husband’s finger the doors of the train slid open and the crush suddenly eased. The dark woman stepped back and the blonde staggered as the support of this great soft body was removed.

“Oh my poor child,” laughed the dark woman as she caught her, “what have we done to you?”

The two of them guided her out onto the platform and sat her on a bench. There was a light breeze, which cooled the sweat on her body. Her husband sat next to her and handed her a bottle of water from her bag. The dark woman politely waved away the concerned approaches of a porter and two old ladies.

“They ask if you are OK,”she said. “I tell them it is just the heat. Thank you both for a wonderful experience!” She bent down and kissed the man on both cheeks, then she knelt in front of the blonde. “You are recovered, little one?” she smiled.

The blonde returned her smile weakly.

“Oh, look at your husband’s cock!” the dark woman laughed. “It is so big in his shorts! We have been so bad to him!” She took the blonde’s hands in hers. “You must be sure you have some food and rest before he fucks you with that!” She leaned forward and kissed the blonde warmly on both cheeks. “Goodbye, my lamb. I am sure you will have a long and happy marriage.”

The man coughed. “Would you like to…”

She stopped him with a smile. “I told you, I must go into work. Perhaps when you fuck this afternoon you will both think of me. That reminds me, I should make a phone call.” She kissed the blonde again, who this time had the strength to kiss her back.

The dark woman stood up, smoothed down her business suit and walked briskly down the platform on her high heels, already dialling a number on her mobile phone.

The end.