Carrie's Caboose

Mark’s tongue snaked into Carrie’s mouth, searching and twirling around her own. He pushed her further back into the seats, pressing his groin into her thigh. His knee came up and massaged her pelvic mound; he could feel the steamy heat growing through her jeans. She raised her hips to meet his grinding body. He tore her t-shirt away from her breast and pulled the pale flesh out of her bra, and as his mouth moved down her chest and onto her pleading nipple, she grabbed his head to push him harder onto it. Carrie’s mind swam in desire.

Mark’s hand moved down to her crotch, cupping her pussy and pressing his fingers through the thick seams of her jeans. She felt her body slipping back completely onto the seat bench, writhing against his palm while he drank his fill of her mouth. His hands lifted her t-shirt up and over her head; the rush of cool air unleashed tiny goose bumps over her newly naked skin. It was all happening so fast, and yet not fast enough. She was panting, partly in need and partly in apprehension. Her whole body desired him, demanded his touch, and yet still a tiny prick of fear was screaming to be heard. How far should she let this go? Could she stop him, even if she wanted to? She knew this situation had quickly moved past her control.

Mark’s fingers deftly unsnapped the skimpy cotton bra that barely contained her breasts, hanging as heavily as mangoes. He peeled the straps away from her shoulders and lifted it away from her body, clenching it in his fist like a prize. His mouth descended on Carrie’s soft body, licking and sucking at every inch of her. He pulled at her nipples with his teeth, gently, lengthening them and twisting them in his mouth. She groaned deeply, arching her back in the seat. Mark’s knee, lodged between her legs, felt a new rush of heat from Carrie’s molten core.

He pulled her arms up over her head, holding them together in one hand, moving his body over top and grinding his hips against hers. Her head rolled from side to side, breathy exclamations of her need spilling helplessly over her swollen lips. Taking the bra from his hand, he wrapped the straps and cups about Carrie’s wrists, binding them tightly together. Carrie giggled. “Mark, what are you doing?”

“You’ll be just like the beautiful women in the stars,” was his mischievous reply.

Carrie quickly realized that her wrists weren’t just bound together. They were also tied to the armrest at the end of the bench. Try as she might, she couldn’t pull them away. A sudden wave of panic coursed through her as she saw the narrowing slits of Mark’s dark eyes.

“Don’t worry, my angel. I only want to make you feel better than you have ever felt before. No need to be afraid,” he said soothingly. His mouth descended to her breasts once again and sucked tenderly at her nipples. Everything felt so good, thought Carrie, so much better than ever before. She really didn’t want him to stop. His hands ran down her ribs to the narrower isthmus of her waist, and then moved apart again as they glided over the curve of her hips. One hand reached for the button of her jeans and quickly popped it open; then slowly pulled back the zipper. Mark slid his hand inside the entry and ran his finger under the elastic of her cherry-printed panties. Carrie’s breath sucked in again.

“That’s it, Carrie. Just lay back and enjoy. Give yourself over.”

“Mark, what if someone comes? What if…”

“Shhh, Carrie. No one will come.”

She lay under the night sky, the soft rumble of the train cradling her body, while Mark licked down her belly and around her navel. His hands began to tug her jeans away from her hips, and she eased her bottom out of the seat to let him remove them, kicking off her sandals at the same time. Her scent rose into the air as Mark tossed her jeans aside, musky and sweet, an invisible cloud of sexual longing filling the entire car. He pushed his face into her panty-clad crotch, inhaling her fragrance. The smell of her fiery pussy sent blood rushing straight into his cock, rendering it even harder than it was. He opened his mouth and sucked at her savagely through the fabric. She moaned loudly, straining against her bonds as she pushed her hips towards his face.

Mark reared back and grabbed the edge of her panties with both hands, and gave a sharp tug. The thin material tore readily. With one more rip, he broke through the elastic and pulled the panties away from Carrie’s wet slit. The sound of the cotton tearing shocked her momentarily, but dizzied her with lust. Her legs spread open instinctively, exposing shaved lips as soft as peach skin, with the promise of sweet treasure inside. A dark scar ran half the length of one of her labia. The imperfection moved Mark, and he lightly ran a finger over it, concern clouding his face.

“It’s alright, it’s nothing. It doesn’t hurt and it won’t get in the way. Touch me, please, please, touch me,” Carrie pleaded.

“Like this, baby?” Mark ran two fingers between her outer lips, brushing just barely against her hooded clit, and spreading her growing wetness from top to bottom.

She cried out. “Yes, oh yes, more…”

“More, like this?” Before she could even prepare, Mark sank two fingers deep into her hot pussy, as far as they could reach. Carrie yelped and thrusted her hips in response. He pulled his fingers out, nearly all the way, then shoved them quickly back in again. Over, and over. She gasped at the invasion, and as he curled his fingers to discover her g-spot, she unleashed a puddle of thin, slippery juices that soaked him to the wrist.

“Oh, Carrie,” groaned Mark. “Look what you have done.” He pushed her hips up off the bench and tipped them forward, then pressed his face into her sopping gash. He could feel it throbbing incessantly as he shoved his tongue inside her, licking all her fresh juices. He sucked at the tender flesh of her lips, and the thickened skin of her scar, all unabashedly bare. Carrie purred as her pussy pulsed. Her liquor dripped down over her ass, but Mark wasn’t letting a drop escape. His mouth crept over her, licking her bottom, and then as she felt him spreading her cheeks apart, for the first time in her life she felt a velvety tongue running around her puckered asshole.

“Oh my God,” she whimpered. Mark reached up to palpate her clit while he rimmed her, launching another wave of her juices from her steamy vent. He lapped them up with broad strokes over her pussy, then returned to her rear hole. His tongue darted inside her bottom with quick, light flicks. If Carrie hadn’t been bound, she would have fallen off the seat.

Mark leant back and unbuttoned his trousers, quickly tossing them off with his shoes and socks. He pulled his shirt over his head, revealing a broad tanned chest, lightly fleeced. Carrie watched in adoration, knowing this man’s body would soon join with hers. His cock stood out proudly, neither extremely long nor unusually thick, but with a finely shaped plum head and a weighty set of balls. He bent the head of his cock down towards Carrie’s heated snatch and rubbed it against her clit, spreading her wetness over the bulbous head. Carrie’s eyes rolled back under her heavy lids. Her knees grasped Mark at his waist, pulling him closer to her.

“Give it to me, give it to me NOW,” she begged.

“Tell me what you want, Carrie. I want to hear you tell me.”

“I want your cock, Mark, I want you to shove your cock deep inside me.” She laboured against her ties, the ache of her position beginning to show in her pale, blue-veined arms.

He grabbed her legs behind her knees, pulling them apart, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel. The train motion caused it to bob slightly there, quivering against the delicate inner folds of her wet pussy. Leaning against her legs for leverage, Mark pushed his cock inside her soaked nest, sinking in fully in one stroke. The moist heat from her flowed into his entire body through his cock, while her pussy rippled in pleasure. Mark pistoned in and out of her, speeding up, slowing down, watching her ecstatic face as he brought her ever closer to coming. Beads of perspiration dotted her brow in the moonlight as she fought to reach her goal. He reached down and placed his thumb over top her clit, circling it rhythmically while he pumped madly.

“That’s so good, I love it when you do that…mmm, so so good,” she cooed. Her pussy was flush and swollen, a translucent stream running in rivulets down her crack.

Mark pulled back, out of her hole, much to Carrie’s protests. Standing, he stretched her body along the seat and lifted her hips up on top of the padded armrest opposite her bound arms. Moving into the aisle, he pushed her legs far forward, knees nearly to her chest, exposing her very white ass cheeks and the tempting rosebud between them. Pussy cream glistened on her bottom and her hole. The sight was everything Mark knew it would be. He placed the head of his cock against the tight aperture of Carrie’s ass and applied a firm yet controlled pressure.

“Mark, God, what are you doing? I’ve never…”

“I know, darling, I know. You are going to feel so good, I promise you.” His thumb returned to her clit, playing it like a heavy bass string.

“Please, Mark, it hurts, I’m scared,” Carried pleaded with him. Son of a bitch, she thought. This is what I get for letting my pussy do the thinking.

He flicked and plucked at the swollen nub while he forced his cock against her defiant asshole. The motion against her clit was irresistible, though, and Carrie found herself aching towards him, in spite of her fear. As her clit swelled in pleasure, her ass blossomed open and Mark gained his first inch of entry into her virgin passage.

He stood there, immobile, waiting for her ass to accept him, even more, to crave him. A sharp pang shot through Carrie’s body at his initial breach of her back door, and she bit her lip and groaned as his cock pushed into her. Mark never let up on her clit, rubbing it even faster now, making it impossible for Carrie to concentrate solely on the tender stretching of her ass. Each circumnavigation of her bud gave Mark a little more room to move, until finally she relaxed entirely. Before she even realized it, he was buried to the hilt deep inside her bottom. Mark paused, calming his breathing and resisting the urge to immediately pound her ass with wild abandon.

“Can you feel that, baby? I’m all the way in your ass. You are so tight and hot. You feel amazing.”

Carrie’s voice was barely audible. “It feels so full. Oh God, Mark. I never knew it would feel this good. Please, go slow.”

Mark thrust gently in and out of her butt, only an inch or so each way. Carrie’s arms, splayed out along the bench and tied at the wrists, framed her soft strawberry hair. It took his breath away, how lovely she was. He pulled back further and drove harder into her ass, watching her cheeks wobble like cream with each plunge. His balls were already boiling over as Carrie’s breathing became raspy and fevered.

“Yes, Mark, take it, take my ass. Harder, yeah, go harder now.” Mark pulled back until the head of his cock was nearly out of Carrie’s ass, then shoved it back in with full force. Out again, long and slow, and then rapidly pounding forward, again.

Carrie howled, grinding her hips and pushing back onto Mark. “Oh God, I wish I could see it. I want to see my ass swallow your cock!” He sped up his assault while her mind spun with aching lust. She could feel an enormous wave building inside her.

Mark marveled at how his cock sliced into her dimpled ass, as though it were the instrument cleaving her in two, prying her cheeks apart. She was vacuuming him inside her, her anal walls pulsing around him. She thrashed on the bench like a bitch in heat, her cries becoming more fervent. “Tear me open! Stretch my ass open!” she begged.

He reached down and took her clit between his thumb and forefinger, pinching it firmly and pressing it hard against her pelvic bone. She wailed as a tidal wave of passion poured out of her shuddering body. Streams of her hot juices seemed to appear from nowhere, oozing over Mark’s hammer. He banged into her with full force now, machine-like strokes, her lusty squeals egging him on. Her ass throbbed as she came, constricting Mark so tightly he wondered if his cock was lost forever in her. His eyes closed as she suddenly gripped him. Somewhere the train whistle screamed, and he swore the night sky sparkled inside his eyelids as he came, shouting her name. His heart was still racing when the door behind him slid open.

“A great pick this time, Mark. A magnificent piece of ass.” Carl whistled appreciatively.

“Wait until you feel it yourself,” he grinned breathlessly, pulling out of Carrie. His semen streamed out of her, coating her ass and dripping onto the aisle floor. “All yours, my friend.”

Carrie looked up, still dazed from her orgasm, bewildered. “Mark – what? What’s going on? Why is he here?”

Mark moved up alongside Carrie, his dripping cock a hair’s breadth from her mouth. “How did you think we got this whole car to ourselves, Carrie? Who do you think kept the doors at both ends locked while we were alone?” A drop of their mixed juices landed from his cock onto her cheek. Her lip quivered in disbelief, then she laughed inwardly. Okay, she thought. So I got played a little. Not like I didn’t want it.

Carl ran his hand over Carrie’s wet ass, squeezing her alabaster cheeks. “Baby, I’d love to have some of this myself. May I?” His work trousers were tenting around a thick, swelling head.

Carrie was momentarily speechless. He could just take her, if he wanted to. She really couldn’t do much about it. But he was asking. And whatever was in his pants was obviously serious. She stared up through the glass ceiling at the brilliant night sky, then at Mark’s face near her. He smiled at her, and she turned her eyes back to Carl. “How often do you guys do this?”

Mark tilted his head with a brazen smirk. “Every time we can.”

Carrie shook her head. “I should have guessed. Come on then, Carl, let’s see what you’ve got for me.”

Carl unbuttoned his trousers and released his turgid cock, gnarly as a black oak and as thick as Carrie’s wrist. The dark veins throbbed over the surface; a bulging droplet of pre-cum trembled at its chocolate head. She had felt so gloriously full with Mark’s cock in her ass, and now, so achingly empty. Carl’s cock would fill her again, fill her even more. A shiver ran over her body at the thought. It would impale her belly completely, ripping her wide open. The ravenous look in her eyes gave her away.

“Now you know why I get to go first,” laughed Mark. And as Carl grabbed hold of Carrie’s ankles and speared her milky ass with his dusky cock, Mark leant over her face and kissed her deeply, quelling her shrieks of ecstasy with his tongue in his throat.