Dorothy reached for his belt buckle. Tom watched her fingers open it, unbutton his jeans, and pull the zipper down. He was so astounded he couldn't breathe. No girl had ever done anything like this to him in his life. Hell, he had practically never even kissed a girl.
Dorothy untucked his shirt, smiling up at him through her bangs. She had full, wide lips and bright, white teeth. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief. Her fingers, with the long, red nails, yanked down his Fruit-of-the-Looms. She gasped and giggled when his erect penis popped out in her face. Her cheeks flushed red.
“You have a nice one,” she said.
He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what she was going to do, either. She had asked if he wanted to put his dick in her mouth, but he didn't know what that meant. The idea had never occurred to him before. She put her hand around his pole. She was biting her lower lip. He wasn't sure if he should let her go any further, but her hand sure felt good around his dick.
Before he could decide what to do, she stuck her tongue out and licked the tip. He gasped. It felt so wet and so strange, and so good. She stuck her tongue out again. The pointed tip flicked over the end of his dick like a snake's tongue. Her right hand was circled around the base of his shaft. Her other hand cupped his balls, squeezing gently.
He was terribly frightened. What if he moved and she would tore them off? She was rolling them in her fingers like marbles. He groaned. Didn't she know how delicate they were, for God's sake?
He was just about to say something when she opened her jaw wide and inserted the head of his penis. His words caught in his throat when her lips closed around it and the head glided deep into her mouth over her warm, wet tongue.
She sucked in her cheeks and moved her head back and forth. Her lips made wet smacking sounds. He put one hand on the edge of the sink and one on the opposite wall to hold himself up. All the air he had been holding in came out in one long, deep moan. If he had known girls could do things that felt this good, he would have given Clara Brooks more than just a kiss last year when she came over with her parents for that Memorial Day barbecue. He would have taken her up to his room and put his dick in her mouth.
Dorothy swirled her tongue around the head and slid it deep into her mouth again. She bobbed her head on the shaft, pulled back and licked the head.
“You can cum in my mouth, if you want,” she said, looking up at him.
“I said you can cum in my mouth.” She watched his face and smiled. “You're so cute.” She put his cock back in her mouth and sucked hard.
“Oh my God,” he said and groaned.
She was moving her head rapidly back and forth. Something was happening inside him. His mouth fell open and he sucked in his breath. It felt like something was going to burst inside him. He cried out, and was ejaculating in her mouth. With each spurt he grunted. She sucked up every drop. When he finished, she let his penis fall from between her lips and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.
“What happened?” he said.
“I made you cum,” she said.
When she smiled she had pearly, white cum on her perfect teeth. She swallowed and licked them clean. Tom stepped back. His penis bobbed in front of him. She stood up and lifted her right leg out of her panties, leaving the small, damp bit of pink fabric around her left ankle. Her skirt slipped down over her hips, concealing her private parts.
He looked into her eyes, suddenly feeling very bold. He moved on her, put his hands on her shoulders, and kissed her. She squealed. His tongue snaked into her mouth and his hands closed on her large, soft tits. Her lips parted to allow his tongue to explore the inside of her mouth. She started to pull his t-shirt up.
“Let go,” she said, pulling his hands away.
Reluctantly, he removed his hands from her boobs and she pulled his shirt off. She giggled at his messed up hair and ran her fingers through it to comb it out.
“I think I like you, Tommy,” she said, biting her lower lip.
He grinned. “I think I like you, too, Dorothy.”
She untucked her blouse from her skirt and began to unbutton it, one button at a time. His wide eyes followed her fingers down to the last button. She opened her blouse and his eyes grew wider. She was breathing hard and her boobs were swollen inside the tight restraint. Tom was breathing as hard as her, and he trembled all over.
With a shrug the delicate blouse fell from her shoulders. She hung it on the door handle. She reached around behind her back, unclasped her bra, and lifted it away from her breasts.
“Wow,” he whispered.
She giggled and arched her back as if to offer them to him.
“Ok. You can touch them again,” she said.
His trembling hands came up and touched them gently, like they were fine china globes that would break if he handled them too roughly. He squeezed. They were soft and fleshy and resilient, and they didn't break.
Dorothy closed her hand around his erection. He leaned forward and licked her nipples. She moaned. Her skin broke out in goose bumps. He switched to the other nipple, which was a hard, erect point, while the first was soft and supple from the work of his tongue. The cool air evaporated the saliva on her skin and turned the first nipple to an erect point again.
She slowly pulled down the zipper of her skirt. It made a soft swish as it slipped off her hips to the floor. Tom stood back and looked at her.
“Wow. I never saw a girl naked before,” he said.
He shook his head. She took his hands and placed them on her waist just above the curve of her hips.
“I want you to take me, Tom. Help me up on the counter.”
He lifted her and set her bare ass on the edge of the narrow sink counter. She spread her legs, pulled Tom between them, and wrapped them around him. She put her hand around his cock and aimed it at her slit.
“You've really never done this before?” she said, running her hands up his sides. He shook his head and his eyes turned down. “I'm glad. I'm glad to be your first.”
She touched the head of his cock to her wet, pink opening. Instinctively, he pushed his hips forward and sunk his cock into her warm, wet hole. They moaned at the same time. She dug her heels into his ass to pull him deep inside her and leaned back against the small mirror. His hips worked slowly back and forth.
“Oh yes … oh yes,” Dorothy moaned.
His gentle pumping matched the steady rocking of the train. She ran her hands down his back to his ass. He grunted, forcing his penis into her hard, and she groaned.
“Do it faster, Tom,” she said in a whisper. He pumped his hips harder. “Yes. Just like that.” She turned his head and kissed him passionately.
Her pelvis jerked up and down. He felt it again, that strange, intense sensation that built up inside him. It felt incredibly good. He still wasn't sure what it was, but he knew he wasn't going to stop it.
“Please. Cum inside me, Tommy. Cum inside me,” Dorothy said, and gasped.
He was grunting and pounding hard. Even though he wasn't sure what she meant, he could feel it coming, getting bigger and bigger, until it suddenly exploded. She screamed. To him it felt like he was draining the fluids from his body, one pulse at a time. His hips stopped moving. He was out of breath and sweating. Dorothy looked the same.
“Thank you, Tommy. You made me cum,” she said.
“I did? How'd I do that?”
“I don't know,” she said and laughed.
“What do we do now?”
She wiped her forehead. “I think we'd better get back to our seats. If we get caught, Mrs. Vanderpoole will tell our parents what we've done. My Mom would kill me.” She let her legs fall limp to his sides.
Tom pulled his penis from her vagina. A stream of white cum followed. He stared at the stuff draining from her pussy.
“Is that my sperm?”
“Yeah,” she said, holding her knees spread wide. The creamy white liquid ran down the crack of her ass.
“Are you gonna get pregnant?”
“I don't think so. I hope not. Would you hand me my panties?”
Tom pulled his shirt on and combed his hair back with his fingers. He stooped to pick up the panties on the floor and held them out to her like a piece of rotten meat, embarrassed to be hold a piece of girl's underwear.
“Thank you,” she said, taking them from his fingers.
She put her feet through the holes, pulled them up to her knees, hopped off the counter, and pulled them up snug to her crotch, wiggling her hips like a stripper. His cum soaked through the crotch.
He stood back against the door, watching her dress. He had never seen a girl undress before this day, and now he was watching one get dressed. He especially noticed the way her tits jiggled when she jumped off the counter. She slipped her arms into the bra, fit the cups over her big breasts, and reached around to her back to reclasp it. He was sorry to see them get covered up again.
“Could you hand me my blouse?”
It was hanging on the hook by his hand, where he was leaning. He handed it to her, and she slipped it on.
“Would you like to do this again?”
“Sure. When?” he said, counting her buttons as she fastened each one.
“Tonight? When the chaperons are asleep?” She bent down and pulled up her skirt.
* * * *
Charlie had her leg over Jeff's. She wasn't going to let him get away, no matter what. She had been sitting with him and Steve for hours, growing more and more frustrated by the minute. Jeff wanted it just as badly as her. She could feel his erection against her leg. Every time she moved he grabbed her leg to stop her. She realized she could make him cum in his pants, and she certainly didn't want to waste it that way, but she still thought it was funny.
Tom came up the aisle, stopped by their seats and smiled.
“Hi,” he said.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Charlie said.
“I came to sit down.”
He looked over his shoulder. “Right here.”
She sat down in the seat beside Steve, facing Charlie.
“Hi,” she said. Her face glowed.
“Did you guys do it?” Charlie said.
“Yes,” Dorothy said, and grinned even wider.
“Is there anyone in the bathroom?”
Charlie grabbed Jeff's hand and yanked him out of his seat. “Let's go.”
They stood up but had to wait for Mrs. Vanderpoole to look the other way. She was looking right at them while she talked with someone else. Charlie rolled her eyes.
“Goddamn. She knows what we're going to do,” she muttered with her teeth clenched together.
“She has no idea,” Jeff said under his breath.
“I don't even care. Let's just do it. Let her find out. What's she gonna do about it?”
“She's not looking,” Jeff said. He put his hand on the small of her back and practically shoved her into the lavatory. She shrieked and was laughing when he shut the door.
He turned to her, laughing himself, and held out his arms. She stepped toward him. His hands closed around her narrow waist. She turned her head up and tilted it to the left, waiting with her eyes closed. His warm lips touched hers. His hands moved around the curve of her hips, down to her ass, and squeezed, pulling her tight to his body. The lump of his erection pressed against her warm mound.
She ran her hands down his back and slipped into the waistband of his jeans, touching the bare skin of his ass.
“Get these off,” she said. She reached down between their bodies to open his jeans. “Make love to me, baby. Don't make me wait any more. I've waited too long already.”
Her hands unfastened the button and zipper of his pants. She let them fall to his ankles and stepped back to open her own jeans. She put her hand around his cock and stroked lightly. She put her other arm around his neck and kissed him. He pulled her tight t-shirt out of her jeans and lifted the bottom edge over her bare tits and touched her nipples.
She arched her back. Her lips drifted from his lips to his neck, to the small, bare area of his chest, where the top buttons of his shirt were undone. There were only four buttons. She pulled them apart, licking each part of his chest as it became exposed.
She longed to have his stiffness in her mouth. She loved the hardness and the warmth of a man's meat. She stared at Jeff's cock, only inches from the tip of her nose. She wanted to feel the hard shaft sliding between her lips and over her tongue. She sucked his cock between her lips, and he sighed.
“No girl ever did that to me. Maureen Donovan almost did it one time after I got her off, but she chickened out,” he said.
“Did she fuck you instead?” she said, brushing the head of his cock on her cheek.
“No. We never did anything after that. We just broke up. Now she's screwing Alan Cates.”
Charlie sucked in her cheeks and moved her mouth up and down on his shaft.
“I never knew it would feel this good. Oh fuck. I'm gonna cum,” he muttered in a strained voice.
She worked her mouth up and down on his pole. The first burst of semen struck the roof of her mouth and she whipped it from her lips and angled it down to her chest like a shower head. He groaned. Thick, white drops of cum splattered on her plump tits. She pumped him in her fist, spreading the fluid over her bare skin.
She looked up at him. The corners of her mouth were turned up in a playful grin. Her hair was spilled down all around her face. She brushed it away, and a few strands caught in the corner of her mouth.
“You are one freaky chick. I never knew a girl who does things like you,” he said.
“And you'll never know another.”
She rose to her feet, unfastened her snug jeans and worked them down, shaking her hips side to side. She kicked off her shoes and left her jeans in a pile on the floor. She put her hands on the edge of the sink and leaned over it, sticking her ass out.
“You ever do it like this?” she said, looking at him over her shoulder.
She reached down between her legs. Her fingers spread her pussy lips.
“Stick it in me just like this.”
He quickly pushed his pants down.
“Don't move,” he said.
“I'm not going any where.”
He positioned himself behind her, with his hard cock pointing to her ass. He put his hands around her hips, lifted her up to the tips of her toes, pointed his cock up into her hole, and gently lowered her to the ground. The head of his cock parted her cunt. The fat head slid deep inside her, and she groaned. He pulled it halfway out and forced it back in. She groaned again.
He raised her to his cock head a once more. The head pushed against the insides of her pussy and her sweet juices dripped down the length of his shaft. It jammed into her pussy, and moaned. He pulled back and rammed her again.
He dropped her to the floor and pulled his cock out. Charlie looked over her shoulder.
“What are you doing?” she said.
“Hold on one minute. I wanna get another guy. I want a cock in your mouth.”
He opened the door a crack and peeked out. Tom was standing right outside, like a sentry.
“Tom. Get Steve,” he said.
Charlie didn't hear what Tom said on the other side of the door. Her mouth was watering and she swallowed. She didn't really care what Tom said, she just wanted Jeff's cock inside her.
“Get Steve. Bring him here,” Jeff said and closed the door.
He moved back into position behind her and slid his cock back into her pussy. She moaned and closed her eyes and pushed her ass back against him. He held her waist and rocked her back and forth. A sudden knock on the door startled both of them.
“Who is it?” Jeff said.
Charlie recognized Steve's deep voice. Jeff opened the door and shifted her to one side to make room. She looked up and saw Steve in the doorway, his wide eyes staring at her the way she was bent over the sink.
“Get in here,” Jeff said.
He stepped into the tiny compartment with them and pulled the door shut. She straightened up and smiled at him. Her shirt was bunched up under her arms and he looked down at her tits. His eyes blinked a few times and his mouth hung open, like he was too shocked to speak.
“Let me sit down,” Jeff said.
She pressed herself against the wall and he squeezed past her, brushing her soft tits on his shirt, and sat on the toilet seat.
“Now come on over here,” he said.
He turned her around so she faced away from him. She straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap, using the wall and the edge of the sink to hold herself up. He aimed his cock at her cunt. It split her lips and Charlie lowered herself over it, resting her weight in his lap.
“Did you guys bring me here to watch you fuck?” Steve said.
“No, stupid. Fuck her mouth,” Jeff said.
Charlie looked up at him with her big, dark eyes. She leaned forward, resting her hands on her knees. He looked reluctant, so she licked her lips.
“Put it in my mouth, please,” she sighed, leaving her lips parted like an invitation.
“If you say so,” Steve said.
He ripped the zipper of his jeans down and pulled out his long cock. Charlie raised it to her lips and closed her mouth around the end. The skin was dry and her tongue was warm and wet. Holding his shirt up, Steve sighed and leaned back against the door. She licked the head and slid his cock over her tongue to the back of her mouth.
Steve must have known more about girls than Jeff. He ran his fingers through her hair and clasped her head in both of his big hands to move her back and forth. His cock touched the roof of her mouth and he pushed it to her throat, just where it made her gag.
“Goddamn, Charlie. What else do you know how to do?” he said.
She grinned, showing her teeth around his shaft. She popped his cock out of her mouth.
“This,” she said.
She lifted his dick out of the way, turned her head up, opened her jaw wide, and sucked in his balls. Steve sucked in his breath and she smiled. Guys loved to see a cute girl with their balls in her mouth. She rolled them in her mouth like jawbreakers. His cock laid over the bridge of her nose and her cheek, smearing her own saliva on her face. She nibbled on them carefully, sucked them down, pulled gently, and rolled them over her tongue.
She had one more trick for him, one she only used when she found a cock long enough. She took his balls in her hand, put her lips around his cock, and pulled it right down her throat.
“Oh Jesus,” Steve groaned.
Once his cock was all the way down her throat and her nose was stuck in his pubic hair, she let him do the rest. He pumped himself down her throat like he was fucking her cunt, except that it was sliding in and out of her mouth.
“Oh Shit. Make me cum,” he moaned.
Charlie pulled his wet, slick shaft out of her mouth. The head of his cock fell from her shiny, red lips.
“Not yet. I got one more thing in mind,” she said, smacking her lips.
She lifted herself from Jeff's lap and leaned back against the wall with her legs spread. Steve was to her right, against the door, and Jeff was on her left, still seated on the toilet. She looked from one to the other, they stared at her anxiously.
“I want you both to fuck me at the same time,” she said.
“How?” Jeff said.
“One in my pussy, one in my ass.”
She shivered as she said it. There was barely enough room for the three of them to move in the cramped train lavatory, and she was asking them to drive both of their cocks into her at the same, right there on a class trip to Chicago.
“I got dibs on her pussy. You already had it once,” Steve said.
He moved in front of her and lodged his penis between her legs. Jeff stood up, looking puzzled.
“Can you really fuck a girl in the ass?” he said.
“Sure. Just put it in slow,” she said.
Steve put his hands around her waist and raised her off the floor to the tip of his cock. Charlie put her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his waist. He lowered her onto his cock and she moaned.