We See Sex

*Chapter 1

The Punk*

It was late - it had been a long day and she was beginning to wish she hadn’t agreed to the evening out. But it had been months since the four of them had met up and it had been great to spend time together again - they had all been such good friends at school - which now seemed such a long time ago.

There was still no sign of the train - “‘Stations are such depressing places, especially late at night.’” she thought.

Friday would have been better, she would have had a sleep-in to look forward to, but trying to find an evening when everyone was free had been difficult and the others of course had heavy dates for Fridays. Just like her flat-mate, away on business until next week, they all seemed to have such busy lives. She felt quite envious, listening to them talk of their careers, ambitions, men. Where had she gone wrong, she wondered.

Footsteps echoed hollowly as another late homegoer walked along the platform. She glanced up - and quickly looked away again. Rough! A ‘punk’! Not one of the very extreme ones, at least his hair wasn’t cox-combed, still the orange and green stripes in it, the raggedy clothes and the paraphernalia he was wearing were enough to label him immediately. She could hear the faint clinking sound of bits of metal as he walked slowly past. She kept her eyes lowered, the carefully ripped jeans, studded - almost obscenely and the grotesque boots were all she could see - and that was more than she wanted to, there, alone, at that time of night.

An irrational fear - but there were so many reports in the papers of women being attacked for no reason. The lucky ones merely robbed - she unconsciously tightened her grip on her bag - many, far worse!

Her mind flicked back over all she had read. Was it better to fight, or did that simply increase the risk of greater injury? Go for the eyes? The balls - that was the most vulnerable point! Scream a lot! Would she - could she?

The steady, echoing steps stopped. She risked a quick, sideways glance - and wished she hadn’t. He was standing, twenty or thirty paces away - looking back at her!

“‘God - why didn’t I go to Joan’s place, as she suggested when she found out I was going back to an empty flat?’” she thought despairingly. Joan - always practical, always sensible.

“‘Why doesn’t the train come? Why aren’t there more people around? Why don’t I just get up and walk out of the station?’

‘Because it’s late, the streets are as bad, if not worse. I haven’t got enough cash on me for a cab fare all the way home. Because I’m just being silly!’”

She took another furtive glance. “‘Damn!’” He was still staring straight at her.

She felt suddenly cold and started to shiver involuntarily.

“‘Don’t panic! Just don’t panic.’”

She looked back along the platform - there was absolutely nobody else in sight. “‘Perhaps there are people - sitting down in one of the alcoves.’” she thought. “‘Of course there would be - everyone else would be too tired at this time to stand around waiting. Everyone but him of course.’

‘Should I walk back down there?’

‘What if he follows me - and there isn’t anyone there after all?’”

She tried to remember coming along the platform earlier. Had she seen anyone? Had she heard any other footsteps since?

A blank! She had been too busy thinking about the evening, thinking over all the things the others had to talk about. Feeling left out, nothing significant to contribute.

He hadn’t moved, he was just standing there. Was he still staring at her? She daren’t look up to check, in case he was.

“‘Is he working himself up to do it? Or planning just how he’s going to go about it?’

‘If I take off my shoes I can run faster. But remember to keep one, as a weapon!’”

She remembered having read that somewhere. Could she really do it - fight? Or would she simply faint from shock?

“‘What if I just go up to him and give him my bag?’

‘What if it isn’t money he’s after? It’s the junkies that need cash - punks do it just for kicks, the thrill.’ ”

He hadn’t looked like a junkie, a strong walk, too well built, he looked fit - tough!

“‘What chance would I really have?’”

The shivering became almost uncontrollable.

Then, a sound!

“‘Thank God - the train!’

‘Even if there’s nobody else on the platform, there must be people on the train.’”

Her legs felt as though they had turned to jelly and it was as much as she could do to stay calm. She risked another glance up - he was still staring at her!

The whoosh of air, the deafening sound of the train leaving the tunnel, gave her strength and the feeling of sheer relief was incredible. As it slowed she scanned the carriages for people, they seem mainly empty but here and there she could make out the blurred outlines of heads and shoulders. ‘So long as there is someone in the carriage that stops nearest it will be all right!’

Thankfully there was, she couldn’t make out the details through the grimy windows - but she could see two figures. The train stopped, the doors opened, she was in - and collapsed into the nearest seat and, seeing the punk getting into the far end of the same carriage, she was happy to know that there were at least the two people just behind her.

Even as the train started to slowly move she felt her heart still pounding, her hands still trembling in her lap. She fought to regain control of herself, taking slow, deep breaths, trying to relax the tension that had gripped her.

By the time the train pulled into the next, equally deserted station she was a little calmer and even though the punk, at the far end of the carriage now seemed to be dozing, the sound of the people behind her, whispering together was almost comforting. The train finally ground to a halt paused for a while and with the adrenaline flow lessening she felt herself relaxing and as the train started to leave the station she slumped a little lower in the seat and let her eyes close.

*Chapter 2

The Attack*

It seemed only a second or two later that she suddenly became aware of a rough voice.

‘All alone then are yer love?’ It’s followed by a suppressed giggle from behind her.

She opened her eyes with a start as the voice continued -

‘Didn’t get any tonight, didn’t yer? Walk out on yer did ‘e? That’s a shame - girls need it too, don’t they!’

She’s confused, still not fully aware - but the face of the youth now sitting opposite her comes into focus. Young, acne strewn over greasy skin, hair slicked back, watery, muddy coloured eyes. He took a puff of the cigarette that he held between nicotine stained fingers. Unblinking, he continued.

‘Saw yer get on - nice legs. I bet the rest of yer is good too. Big tits I’d say. Like big tits I do. But then I bet yer know what a bloke likes - like it too, don’t yer!’

The leer on his face widened as his free hand reached out and gripped her leg, tight, just above the knee. She froze, suddenly fully alert as a rush of renewed fear hit her.

‘Like I said, nice legs. I bet you’d like to show us more of ‘em, wouldn’t yer?’

‘Stop it!’ She heard the words come out as just a hoarse croak which simply caused louder giggles from behind and a grimmer look and tighter grip of her leg by the young tough.

Then, taking another puff from the cigarette before dropping it to the floor, he leered again and reaching forward with his other hand, forced it up under her skirt as he continued.

‘Me old man always told me - ‘Don’t forget Mick, when a piece says ‘No’, that’s ‘er way of saying ‘Please’, don’t forget that!’ - I reckon me old man knew a lot about the way birds think - and what they really want.’

She clamped her legs together as hard as she could and tried to take a feeble swing at him - only to feel herself grabbed from behind by the shoulders and yanked hard back against the seat. He chuckled - his thumbs digging painfully into the sides of her knees and though she grunted with the effort to stop him, his strength slowly forced her legs apart.

‘I like a piece with a bit of fight - makes the fuck better, I reckon.’

The word and the cruel tone in his voice focused the fear and speared it up her spine like an ice-cold blade - the response from the one behind was an even tighter grip of her shoulders and another nervous snigger.

He looked over her head - ‘Don’t worry Billy, I’ll make sure there’s a bit of fight left in ‘er for you. Just a little bit!’ He added meaningfully as his eyes returned to hers. Now they contained no hint of amusement or fun - their coldness and the set of his face showed exactly what his plans were for her and the pressure that was slowly spreading her legs apart made all too clear the way he was prepared to achieve them.

She felt the angry strength draining from her body as growing panic took its place. His coarse hands shifted their grip, forcing her legs wider apart and she saw his eyes widen and the tip of his tongue appear at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. Calling on her last reserves she clenched her eyes tightly and tried to do the same with her legs.

He grunted at the unexpected action and for a moment she thought she has a chance - then the sheer strength of his arms defeated her and she heard herself sob as her body gave in. She felt her legs forced wider apart, herself fully exposed to his leering, hungry eyes.

‘Yer should see this Billy - I can see ‘er ‘airs poking out of the sides of ‘er panties. Looks nice it does. We’ll ‘ave them off in a jiff, get a proper look at ‘er cunt then - before we give ‘er what she wants. But you’ll want a look at her titties if I know you Billy, enjoy that meself too. Hold ‘er steady, I’ll just have a bit of a feel of ‘em, then we’ll ‘ave a look, see what she’s actually got for us.’

Just then she felt the train slowing, another station - “‘There must be someone getting on, please God let there be someone getting on!’”

Her wide-staring eyes desperately searched the platform for signs of a boarding passenger and from somewhere she found the strength to struggle once more - but his grip was too strong and as the train slowed and finally stopped he growls.

‘Don’t be silly now - I don’t want to have to really ‘urt yer.’

But the threat is meaningless, there was no sign of anyone anywhere on the station, the doors opened, then all too soon, closed again and even before the train lurched forward he shifted himself forward and shoved his knees between her legs, keeping them spread wide apart while freeing his hands, which moved up to start to clumsily squeeze her breasts.

‘Now, let’s ‘ave a feel of what you’ve got.’

‘No, no - stop, please stop!’ she screamed, almost involuntarily as the fear again surges up inside.

The protest produced more giggles from the one behind her but though the mauling stopped for a moment the angry threat in his voice is somehow even more intimidating than his physical assault.

‘Shut-up - unless yer wants a belting as well. ‘Old her Billy, while I get these fuckin buttons undone, we can both ‘ave a good look then.’

His fingers fumbled with the front of her blouse and the one he calls Billy leaned forward, peering down over her shoulder. The stink of him made her stomach heave and her skin crawled from the feel of the other’s rough fingers as, in frustration he finally ripped open her blouse and his coarse hands started to roughly squeeze her breasts.

‘Nice tits.’ he growled, tugging her bra down and fully exposing them. Then, looking up and giving her and evil grin, he added. ‘I bet yer like having them played with like this. Makes yer horny don’t it. And I bet you want to see what I’ve got for yer?’

With that, while one hand continued to squeeze, he dropped the other to his fly, unzipped it and pushed himself awkwardly up off the seat as he fumbled to get his cock out. In spite of her growing fear, the bruising pain of his rough handling and the dread of what she was going to see, she found she couldn’t tear her eyes away from his crotch.

Then, out of the corner of her eye she caught a movement and turning her head saw the punk approaching from the far end of the carriage, her cry had obviously alerted him to something going on. “‘He’ll join in with them of course!’ “she realised. Her mind tries to blank out the images that immediately flash before her eyes - of their filthy cocks, all three using her in succession, using her as just a receptacle for their cum. “‘What other horrors would they think of?’ ‘What will they do with me when they’ve finished?’”

She prayed that her mind would just shut-down, black out whatever is about to happen to her.

The two toughs had been so intent on getting her blouse open and then trying to get her breasts out of her bra so they could get at them properly that they hadn’t noticed the punk approaching. That was until he grabbed the back of the jacket of the one who called himself Mick - and jerked him violently to his feet.

‘Leave the girl alone - unless you fancy a good kicking!’

The punk’s voice was deep, authoritative and his expression of cold determination suggested he would enjoy the excuse to carry out the threat.

As Mick was seized there was a squeal of fright from the one behind her and his painful grip of her shoulders relaxed.

For a few seconds nothing seemed to happen, the pimply youth looked as though he was prepared to fight for what he wanted. Sensing that, the punk swung him around, changed his grip to grab the front of his shirt and suddenly brought his forehead down sharply on the bridge of the prominent nose.

Having originally branded the punk as a potential attacker, when she saw him coming through the carriage towards her she’d convinced herself that the assault and rape was going to be carried out by all three of them - so momentarily she found it hard to understand what was actually going on.

The instant cry of pain was followed by a sudden gush of blood, the mere sight of which had almost as much effect as the blow itself. He yelled again, grabbed at his bleeding nose and took off down the carriage, quickly followed by the other one too. They stopped by the far doors, the blooded one whimpering as he tried to both zip up his trousers and hold a grubby handkerchief to his face while the other cast frightened glances back over his shoulder at the punk.

She took the opportunity to pull her skirt down and adjust her bra, covering herself as much as her torn blouse would allow, hearing herself sobbing with a mixture of delayed shock and still uncertain relief. She looked up at the punk and saw that the hands, clenched at his sides, were trembling. He turned and looked down at her briefly, a grim, determined expression on his face, nervous tension showing in his eyes.

As she felt the train begin to slow again he turned back to the two still cowering near the door and, taking a step or two towards them, shouted menacingly -

‘Off, off you creeps - unless you want more of the same - and a kicking to go with it.’

They didn’t stop to argue, as the doors opened they almost fell over each other in their haste to get off. The punk moved to the door and looked out after them, making sure they didn’t get back on again and called out after the sound of their running footsteps -

‘And if I catch sight of either of you two again I’ll give you a proper kicking, one you’ll never forget!’

After the doors closed and the train jerked forwards again he made his way back and sat down opposite her. She saw that he was shaking all over and breathing hard but he managed a nervous smile.

‘Th - Thank you!’ she stammered. ‘I ca - can’t thank you enough for that.’

‘It’s O.K.’ he replied with a widening grin.

‘I can’t bear to think what would have happened if you hadn’t been here.’ she said, then helplessly burst into tears. As she fumbled in her bag for a tissue he moved across to sit beside her and tentatively put his arm around her shoulder.

‘It’s all right now. They’ve gone. You’re O.K., no real harm done.’

She tried to control her crying and, between intermittent sobs, managed to say - ‘It’s so silly! First I thought you were going to attack me - back there, while we were waiting for the train. Then I thought you were going to join in with them - the other two. But instead you come to my rescue like that.’

‘Why would you have thought all that?’ he asked with a look of amazement.

She blew her nose and felt the choking sensation inside her gradually subsiding. ‘Well - I thought - I mean, you’re - you’re a punk! Everyone knows - you know, punks are into violence and all that!’

There was a long pause then an even bigger smile spread across his face and lit up his deep blue eyes, then he couldn’t help himself and he started to laugh. ‘You too! Of course! I fooled them, I was bound to have fooled you too!’

It was her turn to look amazed, until he explained - ‘I’m not a punk, I’ve been to a party. One of those ‘punks or pro’s’ parties.’

‘But, but the way you handled that one - hitting him with your head like that.’

‘The king-hit. I don’t know what made me think of that - I saw it done in a movie once, the scene suddenly came back to me. Let me tell you, I was even more surprised than he was!’

He began to laugh again and, as the impact of what he had said sank in and in reaction to a growing sense of relief, she joined in with him, feeling the secure strength of his arm around her shoulders pulling her closer.

*Chapter 3

Robert and Kerry*

As the tension gradually subsided they exchange names - Robert and Kerry - and talk. She told him why she was out alone, how she had been meeting up with her old school friends for the evening. He told her that the party had been a celebration marking the end of their exams, that he was in his last year at university, soon to be an electrical engineer. As their conversation widened she found that he lived in a street not too far away from hers - and, although at first she protested, just a little - he insisted on getting off the train with her and seeing her safely home. ‘Home? The empty flat.’ she thought to herself as she remembered her flat-mate’s business trip.

As they continued to talk she became conscious that the direction of his eyes was dropping every now and then and remembered that her attempts to cover herself hadn’t been very successful and realised that, understandably, he was being attracted by the sight of her half-exposed breasts. Suddenly he realised that she had caught him looking.

‘I’m sorry.’ he said and she saw a faint flush starting to spread across his face as she tugged at the edges of her ripped blouse and smiled.

‘It’s all right, can’t be helped can it.’

‘It’s just that - well, you’re a very attractive girl and - I mean, I didn’t mean to stare - but, well, you know…’

She nodded and gave him a grin. ‘Yes, I know. Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t mind really. After all, you’d see a lot more of me if we were at the beach together, wouldn’t you?’

He relaxed a little, smiled again and his arm briefly tightened around her shoulder. ‘True.’ He paused, then continued uncertainly. ‘I’d like that one week-end, some time together at the beach I mean. Would you?’

‘Yes, why not.’

There was a rising note of excitement in his voice as he said. ‘What about this week-end, are you free at all?’

‘Am I free at all?’ she thought with a sad, inner laugh. ‘I always seem to be free!’ But simply answered ‘I could make it Saturday, after lunch?’

‘Yes, great. And maybe we could go dancing later. But you’ve probably got a date.’ he added with a questioning look.

‘Not this Saturday - I had planned to do some things around the flat - but - well, O.K.’

She felt herself being pulled closer as his arm tightened again - and liked the feeling - but just then, they saw that the train was finally approaching their station and she began to make a more determined effort to cover herself. He suddenly remembered what he was wearing and from among the various bits of metal attached to his clothes found a safety pin and, with his trembling fingers brushing against her skin, managed to pin the edges of her blouse more firmly together with it.

‘There, not perfect but if you stay close to me at least you won’t give the ticket-collector the wrong idea about what we’ve been up to on the train.’ he said with a wry grin. ‘Unless you want to report those two of course.’ he added, more seriously.

‘Oh no. I’d rather just try and forget all about it. I couldn’t stand all the questioning - and they’d never find them now.’

‘I think you’re right.’ he said as he helped her to her feet. She was surprised to find that her legs were decidedly wobbly and was grateful to have him to hold on to for support as they got off and made their way out of the station.

The streets were deserted, the lights creating dark, shadowy patches and as their foot-steps echoed from the surrounding buildings she was very glad that she didn’t have to make the walk alone, grateful for the feel of his hand holding hers and when after the short walk they reached her block of flats it seemed only natural that she should ask him in.

‘Would you like to come up for a coffee?’ and for him to answer. ‘Yes please. That would be nice.’

Once inside she asked him to put the water on to boil and headed for her bed-room where she quickly changed into a fresh blouse and made repairs to her tear-stained make-up. As she checked her face in the mirror she became aware of a strange feeling inside and, for just a moment thought the eyes she was looking into were not her own but someone else’s - those watery, muddy-brown eyes of the thug, then they were replaced by Robert’s, those deep blue, caring eyes. She shook herself, then, turning off the light behind her, returned to the kitchen to find that Robert was already making the coffee.

‘That was quick.’ he said when he heard her come in, then turning to look at her, added unthinkingly. ‘That’s a pity.’ Then, embarrassed, went on. ‘I mean, well, - I couldn’t help liking the way you looked in the other blouse. he explained quickly.

Kerry smiled. ‘It’s still me inside it.’

‘Yes, of course it is.’ he replied, then left what he was doing, moved to stand closer and held her gently by the shoulders. ‘How are you really feeling?’ he asked. ‘I mean - you know - shock. There can be strange after-effects, you know, once the adrenaline has stopped.’

She realised that his question was making her face what she had been trying to ignore, since almost immediately after he had chased the two toughs off the train. She had become vaguely aware of the first, faint stirrings while they sat talking and although it seemed unlikely that they were caused by simply the feel of his arm around her shoulder and the way his eyes kept dropping down to look at her - whatever the cause, she had realised that slowly she was starting to become sexually aroused by his nearness. A feeling that had continued to grow as they walked hand in hand from the station and now, as he stood so close, looking down into her eyes, was growing even stronger still.

But in spite of those rising feelings, she held her voice calm as she answered. ‘Fine I think Robert. The shakiness seems to have gone. But if I had to think about what might have happened if you hadn’t been there, then I think I might crack-up. And anyway I still haven’t thanked you for everything you’ve done. So - thank you.’ she said softly, reaching up to pull his face down and then to kiss him full on the lips.

His hands let go of her shoulders, his arms opened, drawing her closer as they slip around her, then as his lips returned her kiss he pulled her more tightly up against himself. She let one hand slip down his back and squeezed the firm curve of his bottom, teasing the hair on the back of his neck with the other and, as she moved herself against him he felt a pulse starting to beat as his cock stirred and then began to thicken.

The feel of his strong but gentle embrace added fuel to the fire that has been slowly growing inside herself and she became aware that the moist warmth, that had been centred between her thighs was now starting to spread through the rest of her body. When she felt his hands reaching down behind her, cupping her arse-cheeks then pulling her even closer she pressed herself against him and found that just the feel of the quickly growing hardness of him against her thigh made that inner fire burn even brighter.

Their kisses grew more demanding, his hands roaming freely over her and as he thrilled at the feel of her curves she felt his cock surging and ground herself even harder against it. Finally he tore his mouth away from hers.

‘I want you Kerry.’ he whispered gruffly.

‘Yes - I know.’ she answered quietly, trying to control some of her own inner turmoil. Pausing for just a second or two, looking up into the depths of his eyes, then realising that her own need was no less than his, simply said - ‘Come on.’ - as she turned, took his hand and headed for her bed-room.

Although she hadn’t turned on the light there was enough coming through the open door for her to see the shape of him as they both began to quickly strip and she was pleased and further aroused by both the look of his lean but obviously strong body and by seeing the tight smile of appreciation on his face as he in turn watched her. Although she had always been self-conscious of the fact that her breasts were not as large as some and her legs shorter than she wished they were, her body had initially attracted many men, something else, perhaps her own lack of self-confidence, had always stopped her from getting too deeply involved.

Somehow, with Robert she already felt different. She had never before allowed herself to have sex after knowing someone for such a brief time - and she knew that she couldn’t use just the excuse of the violent circumstances that brought them together.

Robert’s mind was in a whirl, everything had happened so quickly. Less than an hour ago he had been leaving the party early, dejected by his previous girl friend’s unexpected rebuff. Within that time he had met a new girl, rescued her from an assault, made a date and was now about to go to bed with her! And, as she stripped he could see that she was even more attractive than he had thought earlier, as he sat beside her on the train. Shorter than Sarah, shorter but curvier. Sarah’s body had been almost boyish, long-limbed, small breasted and although sex had been good he knew she could never do what Kerry had just done, make it so obvious that she wanted him, physically needed him.

Other than the fact that the green and orange stripes through his hair still made him look a little odd, once Robert was completely stripped, his punk clothes just an untidy heap on the floor, Kerry felt her need welling-up even more strongly. Some chemistry was at work - powerful, wonderful chemistry - and she found that she could hardly wait to feel the strength of him holding her and the long hardness of him, that she could see silhouetted in the light from the other room, deep inside her.

She saw him take something from his back pocket and even in the dim light, recognised that it was a condom. She was on the pill, she felt sure Robert carried no unpleasant diseases and she wanted to enjoy what her eyes were staring at, in its natural state.

‘You won’t need one of those Robert.’ she said in a low voice.

He turned and she watched as his cock came around to point directly at her, quivering. ‘Are you sure?’ he asked.

‘Quite sure!’ she answered, still staring at his gorgeous cock.

Yet, in spite of the strength of their need for each other and though they were then both completely naked, for several moments they paused, standing there just staring at each other - as though the mere anticipation of what they knew was to come, was sufficient excitement for those moments. But then, as they responded to the strength of the passions that seethed inside them, they came together, crushing their bodies hard together while their lips feverishly sought each other’s mouth.

Kerry felt Robert’s lightly haired chest grazing the jutting tips of her sensitive breasts and the heat of his fully erect cock pressing against her stomach as its rearing length was trapped between them and, digging her fingers into his well muscled arse, she pulled him even tighter against herself, wriggling in his embrace, thrilling at the feel of the swollen bulb of his cock-head rolling across her belly.

His hands, that had been exploring her thighs, arse and back shifted, held her steady as he eased himself away from her then as he bent down they took the weight of her swollen breasts and his mouth enclosed and gently began to lick and suck their dark red, swollen tips. The sensations were electric and the combination of his hands, squeezing and fondling her creamy flesh and his lips and tongue working on her spiky nipples soon stoked-up the blaze that had already been burning brightly inside her and made her sex feel as though it had been turned to liquid fire.

‘I want you Robert. I want you now!’ she gasped, pulling herself out of his arms, turning, getting up on to the bed and stretching herself out for him, her slightly bent legs spread wide apart, the moist pinkness of her pussy peeping out from between the mass of dark, curly hair.

Robert didn’t wait but simply got up and kneeled between her inviting thighs, his quivering cock pointing, like an arrow at the heart of her. Leaning forwards to support himself on his arms, he looked down and watched as Kerry reached for him and, as he lowered himself she guided his cock-head between her puffy outer lips.

He found that in spite of the obvious tightness of her sex he slipped easily into her, the strength of her arousal had produced copious quantities of lubricant and a single, long thrust into the slick tunnel got the entire length of him buried up to the hilt. His groans mingled with her deep sighs of satisfaction as each experienced the pleasures the other’s body started to provide for them.

At first Robert used long, slow strokes - opening her wide with the length and mass of his now fully engorged cock - and he could tell from both the sounds she made and from the look of utter bliss on her face, that Kerry was loving every single inch of him. Then he varied his technique, using first a series of quicker, shorter thrusts, followed by a couple of deep ones and, after several minutes of that he then started to tease her pussy-lips by using just the bulbous head, experiencing incredible thrills himself as they slipped back and forth over the smooth tautness of his cock-head and, every now and then, catching in the deep groove behind it.

But as he felt his own climax getting close and could tell from Kerry’s increasingly frenzied responses that hers was even closer, he reverted to the full-plunging thrusts, right up into the very heart of her and felt Kerry’s arms wrap themselves around him, pulling him down, her hips heaving up at him, urging him to thrust even faster, deeper, harder.

It took only a few seconds at that frantic pace - Kerry felt as though her entire body was turning to liquid, hot, turbulent liquid, at its centre a whirlpool, her sex. A whirlpool that got bigger and more powerful as the white-hot mass of Robert’s cock continued to flash in and out of it. As the power of it increased she heard a voice, hardly recognisable as her own, starting out as a low wail but steadily climbing in pitch and volume to end as a loud shriek of utter bliss, as the whirlpool expanded and finally sucked her unprotesting body down into its core.

Robert had never seen or heard a woman responding so dramatically, the knowledge that he had brought her to such a pitch just added to the mounting excitement he was feeling as his own climax rapidly approached. The dam that had been holding back the mounting volume of churning semen inside his tightly swollen balls didn’t just crack, it disintegrated, in an instant, allowing the entire reservoir to surge up through him, the narrow pipes increasing its speed and pressure as it scalded its way into his still pounding cock and was then pumped with a series of excruciating jolts, deep into Kerry’s furnace-like sex.

They were like wild things! Heaving, clawing, groaning, shuddering together as his cock spewed load after load into her spasming body. Each burst accompanied by a deep grunt of satisfaction from Robert and a shrill cry of joy from Kerry. Again and again he thrust, hard and deep - again and again she took it, gratefully. Even when he was utterly drained, every single drop now lining the innermost recesses of her body, Robert still thrust, less powerfully and more slowly but still the force of what they had experienced together drove him blindly on.

Eventually of course they collapsed, their sweat-coated, violently shaking bodies clutched tightly in each other’s arms, their gasping breaths drowning out the sound of their wildly beating hearts. Too exhausted to do more than lie there, giving their bodies the time they needed to recover from the forces that had taken them over - and then, still locked together, to sleep.

*Chapter 4

A Striped Cat*

Much later, Kerry was woken from what she knew had been an erotic dream. At first, because she could still feel the delicious sensations, she thought she was actually still asleep - merely dreaming that she had woken - but although they continued, she gradually realised she really was awake and the thrills she had been dreaming about were in fact real.

Reaching out, she turned on the bed-side light and looked down - there, between her legs was an orange and green striped head! In spite of the beautiful things Robert was doing to her pussy with his tongue - it looked so funny that she just couldn’t suppress a small giggle. Robert lifted his head and grinned up at her, his mouth wet with a mixture of his saliva and her own juices.

‘I thought you were never going to wake up. What’s the joke?’

Kerry flushed and covered her smile with her hand. ‘Sorry. It feels lovely, please don’t stop. But it’s just that when I turned the light on all I could see was your hair - it looked like, like some crazily striped cat.’ And as she recalled that first sight and her reaction to it, she had to smother yet another giggle.

‘Striped cat?’ Then, as he remembered what he had done to his hair for the party, he realised what she meant. ‘I’d forgotten all about the colouring - I wondered what on earth you meant. I suppose it must have looked a bit weird, just waking up, not really knowing what was going on.’

‘Oh, I knew what was going on - it was lovely - I just got a bit confused about what was doing it, that’s all. But, don’t let me interrupt you any longer - please carry on, please!’

‘O.K.’ he said, then before diving back down between her thighs he grinned and added. ‘I suppose you could say this is pussy to pussy!’

Kerry’s laugh was cut short by a gasp of pleasure as she felt his tongue swirl around her sensitive sex, every now and then probing between its lips and then lightly licking over the quickly rising nub of her clitoris. Robert had obviously already worked her closer to a climax than she had realised because it was only a matter of minutes before she felt the sweet delight of it welling up inside her. It had none of the force of the earlier, shattering explosion but was, because of that, in some ways even more enjoyable - she was able to savour every second of its slow rise, relish the slower, more subtle changes taking place in various parts of her body and quietly anticipate the final peak, that left her shuddering with total satisfaction.

Even before her body had fully relaxed she pulled herself up and turning, then slid back down the bed until her face was level with his crotch, being thrilled to find that Robert’s cock, in response to the excitement he had got from sucking her off, was fully erect, its plum coloured head swollen and glossy from the secretions that had oozed from it. Making herself comfortable, she lightly held the straining shaft in one hand, reached beneath it to cup his balls with the other and, opening her mouth wide, slipped her lips over the velvet smoothness of his cock-head.

As she heard him sigh with pleasure she felt him shift himself until they formed a classic sixty-nine position and then once more experienced the exquisite thrill of his tongue as it again busied itself with her sopping pussy.

The combination of what he was doing to her, the feel of the hardness of him in her mouth and hands and the all pervading smell of their mutual arousal was a powerful aphrodisiac for both of them and as Kerry gurgled with the variety of pleasures Robert was giving her she felt his cock growing even thicker and harder and beginning to tentatively thrust deeper into her sucking mouth. Sensing his growing need, she relaxed her throat so she could take him, all of him down into it - pushing her head forwards until her face was buried in the mass of crinkly hair surrounding the base of his cock. Feeling that, Robert began to thrust more confidently, the resulting shock waves of pleasure coursing up through his entire body and exploding like fireworks inside his brain’s ecstasy centre.

All too quickly she felt the unmistakable signs of his rapidly approaching climax and though she wished she had had more time to enjoy the smell, taste and feel of his grossly swollen cock, she shifted her position slightly to give Robert even more room to move and, as his thrusting got faster and faster, took a firm but gently grasp of his balls. Her lips were forced even wider apart as his shaft swelled with the flood of semen surging up inside it and, when she felt the first jet shoot deep into her throat, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him, swallowing fast as she powerfully vacuumed every single drop that he pumped into her.

As the explosive force of his climax shook him, Robert repeatedly thrust his stiffened tongue deep inside Kerry’s pussy and, pressing his mouth hard up against the wetness of it, also began to suck - providing the final trigger for a second climax that he had sensed swiftly rising inside her.

Again, not satisfied with each merely giving the other an overwhelming orgasm, they continued sucking, pumping, probing until at last they were utterly sure that they had in fact totally drained each other - and their exhausted bodies fell apart, lying limply beside each other on the wet and cum stained sheets.

When she woke next morning Kerry wasn’t really surprised to find that she was still tired and that as a result of all the attention Robert had paid it, her pussy was rather sore - but she certainly wasn’t complaining about that! She let Robert sleep on while she showered and although she had half a mind to call her office and say she was sick, her conscience wouldn’t allow her to do that. As she dressed she looked fondly down at him, smiling at the sight of his hair, which looked even more garish in the broad day-light, recalling how it had looked the previous night, buried between her thighs, finding that just the memory of that was enough to start-up faint stirrings deep inside herself. Pushing those into the background she finished dressing, made some coffee and then woke Robert.

It was obvious that he too was feeling the effects of their draining love-making but, unlike Kerry, he had no need to get up, his only lecture that day was around mid-day. He tried everything short of rape to get her to stay off work but though his words, kisses and caresses were more than tempting, she resisted and having made arrangements to meet for their time out together on Saturday, she left.

She spent the rest of the day feeling as though she was inside a sort of glowing bubble, nothing bothered her as she was sure nothing unpleasant could reach through the bubble and touch her. Her work-mates couldn’t get much sense from her, she got on with her work and in between, drifted around with a faint smile of inner satisfaction on her face. What they didn’t know was that inside her head she was replaying the events of the previous night, slowing or stopping the scenes that passed in front of her eyes whenever Robert’s cock was in centre frame - lightly licking her lips and shivering a little as she remembered the feel and the taste of it as he pumped her throat full of his thick, sticky semen.

*Chapter 5

A Day Out and Fantasies*

The evening was a whirl of activity, getting herself ready for the following day - the afternoon at the beach, the evening dancing, the night - love-making, she hoped, all night, over and over again - so there was hair to do, make up to organise, clothes to choose and press. Then bed, a bed which suddenly seemed very lonely but, as she closed her eyes and again re-played the scenes that had comforted her during the day, she felt her body responding and, with the help of her feathery fingers she was able to give herself something of the pleasure she had experienced the previous night and then drifted off into a sleep filled with images of his body and his permanently rigid cock.

The day was wonderful - Kerry found that Robert was even more handsome in the daylight, especially since he had washed the stripes out of his blonde hair. From his enthusiastic greeting it was obvious that he had been looking forward to their time together as much as she had and then when she saw the appreciative look in his eye as he stole furtive glances from time to time, she felt sure he thought her more attractive than he remembered too.

They swam, horsed around in the surf, lay on the sand, talking, dozing, walked hand in hand from one end of the bay to the other, watched other people on the beach and laughed at each other’s jokes and stories. Kerry couldn’t remember when she had felt so happy - and Robert couldn’t believe his luck in finding a girl with such a vivacious personality - and who was so marvellous in bed!

Eventually, as the sun began to sink low in the sky, Robert suggested that if she still wanted to go dancing that night they ought to be thinking about getting home to eat and change.

‘It’s been so lovely, I just don’t want to go Robert.’

‘There’ll be lots more lovely days Kerry.’

She looked him straight in the eyes and asked. ‘Do you really think so?’ Then smiled happily as he answered emphatically.

‘I’m sure so!’

The train home was crowded and they were lucky to get seats. Having to sit opposite each other, crammed up against other people made conversation difficult but after some minutes of silence and more for the sake of saying something than for any particular reason, Robert leaned towards her and said.

‘It’s amazing when you think about it - this time yesterday we didn’t know each other existed and, if it hadn’t been for us both being on the same train, we might never have met.’

He hadn’t meant to arouse her memories of the attack but he quickly recognised that he had. It was as though a dark cloud had passed across her previously smiling face, blotting out the laughter in her eyes. He rested his hand on her knee and said. ‘Sorry Kerry, I didn’t mean to stir that up again - it’s just, well, you know, I have to keep pinching myself to be sure it’s all really happening.’

She didn’t answer, she was staring down at his hand, resting on her knee and Robert became aware that beneath it, her leg had started to tremble. He automatically tightened his grip a little, to reassure her, leaning closer to her. ‘Are you all right Kerry? Would you rather we got off for a breath of fresh air?’ Still she made no answer, her eyes still concentrated on his hand, seeing the whiteness of his knuckles as his fingers gripped her knee. Just the way that other, filthy hand had done yesterday.

She recalled the sense of humiliation as he had forced her legs apart and the gloating tone in his voice as he looked up between them, telling the other thug that he could see her pubic hairs - she remembered his exact words. “‘Yer should see this Billy - I can see ‘er ‘airs poking out of the sides of ‘er panties. Looks nice it does. We’ll ‘ave them off in a jiff, get a proper look at ‘er cunt then - before we give ‘er what she wants.’”

Now another hand was gripping her knee, Robert’s hand and she suddenly realised that what she was feeling was not a repeat of the fear the attack had caused - but a repeat of the sexual excitement she had felt, beneath and in spite of the fear!

She felt herself blush a deep crimson as she recognised the truth of that thought. She daren’t look up, somehow Robert would read her thoughts, the look in her eyes would give her away. What would he think of her - a cheap tart, turned on by a filthy, stinking thug who was probably quite prepared to throw her off the train if he thought it would save his greasy, spotty skin.

Just then the train began to pull into a station and her guilt was interrupted by Robert, pulling her to her feet and almost dragging her through the crowd, to the doors. She followed unprotestingly and as she stepped down on to the platform and took a breath of fresh air she found that although she was still trembling, her head was beginning to clear a little.

‘Would you like to sit down for a while - or would you rather we went and found somewhere for a glass of water or a cup of tea? I think you might have had a bit too much sun, don’t you?’

He was so considerate and she was relieved to hear him come up with such a plausible reason for her odd behaviour. Kerry finally looked up and gave him a weak smile. ‘I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me. Perhaps you’re right, too much sun and then that crowded carriage. I felt very odd, a bit faint. Let’s find a coffee shop or something, then I’ll treat us to a cab the rest of the way home.’

They found a quiet little place for coffee and although she was much more silent than usual she managed to give Robert the impression that she was feeling better - but, inside she was still wrestling with the shock of recognising the full extent of her reactions to the previous evening’s events. What did it all mean?

When they had finished they found a cab and as she settled back for the drive home Robert again, quite casually rested his hand on her knee. Almost immediately she again began imagining! It was like a day-dream - but much more vivid.

They were in the back of a cab, Robert had hiked her dress up to her waist, she had no panties on and Robert was talking to the driver, who was staring back at her through his rear-view mirror. His eyes were fixed on her gaping pussy, he was licking his lips, beads of sweat were forming on his forehead and upper lip. Robert was asking the driver’s opinion of her pussy - had he ever seen such a pretty one before? Pointing out its features, the shape and colour of her outer lips, the delicate, moist pinkness of her inner lips, the way her little clit grew as Robert lightly stroked his fingers over it.

Then, looking over the driver’s shoulder, she saw that he had got his cock out, and that while he drove, he continued holding it. It was short, stubby, but very, very thick - she couldn’t believe just how thick it was. And its head was like an enormous plum - but bigger than any real plum she had seen. She found herself wondering what it would feel like to touch it - how hot, how hard. Then getting excited by that thought. Felt herself trembling at the mere idea that the driver might do it - begin stroking it - and that while he was doing it, jerking himself off, he kept his eyes firmly fixed on her.

She was brought back to reality by the sound of Robert’s voice and the feel of his arm around her shoulder, as he pulled her close. ‘Kerry, Kerry - what’s wrong? You’re shaking like a leaf. Are you feeling sick? Should we stop the cab?’

She mentally shook herself - and although the images flicked off she saw the eyes of the driver looking back at her through his mirror - but they were elderly eyes, their expression one of concern, not lust.

Kerry felt hot, still trembling and, although only she knew it, aroused - her pussy was wet, tingling and her breasts felt tight and full, their nipples erect, sensitive. Again she asked herself - ‘What’s wrong with me, what’s happening to me?’

Robert still had one hand on her knee, she covered it with hers, squeezing it as she answered in a shaky voice. ‘No, don’t stop. I’ll be all right. I’m sorry to be so silly, I really don’t know what’s got into me.’

She looked up and smiled into the driver’s eyes. ‘I think I had a bit too much sun - and I didn’t get much sleep last night. But I’m O.K.’ He nodded and his eyes returned to watching the traffic.

‘I hadn’t even thought about your lack of sleep last night.’ Robert whispered. ‘You should have said something, if you needed to catch up we could have put off going to the beach, I wouldn’t have minded Kerry.’

She squeezed his hand again and smiled at him. ‘I know, to tell the truth I’m not sure just what it is. Maybe it’s just the excitement, meeting you, everything that happened last night. I’ve never experienced anything like that, certainly I’ve never got so involved with a man as quickly as I have with you. I’m normally quite reserved, slow to respond. But this has been like a whirlwind. I suppose I’m reacting to that - as well as what happened on the train of course.’

‘I understand Kerry. I know a bit about how you feel, I’ve never experienced anything like this before either. It’s marvellous!’ he added, pulling her closer and kissing her.

Having made sure that she would be all right on her own and that she still wanted to go out that evening, they agreed a time for him to pick her up and, having dropped her off he went on home to shower and change.

Kerry gave a brief sigh of relief as she closed the door behind herself, she needed a little time on her own, to try to sort out what had been happening to her. What on earth had been causing these strange, almost obscene thoughts?

She turned on the bath taps and added a liberal handful of scented beads, she’d have a long soak, relax, both her body and her mind. Leaving the bath to fill she went through to her bed-room and slowly stripped - as she did so, letting her mind wander back over the previous twenty-four hours and the things that had happened to her during them. Things that had begun on the train; that terrible, pimply thug - what he had done to her - how she had reacted to it, the cold, paralysing fear - but, she now admitted to herself, underneath that fear, a subconscious, and purely involuntary arousal.

She shuddered. ‘How could I react like that, to such a filthy pig?’ Pushing the question from her mind she returned to the bath-room and sank into the hot, fragrant water, closing her eyes, letting her mind just drift. But the question returned. ‘How could I react like that?’

Unable - or unwilling to answer it she forced her mind to move on - and found herself thinking about the images that had come to her in the cab. The image of the imaginary taxi driver’s eyes, staring at her - of his cock, that incredibly thick cock, the way he was handling it. And, even as she recalled the scene and remembered how she had actually begun to get aroused by her day-dream, she found that it was, even as she lay there in the bath, happening again - she could feel her pussy starting to tingle and, looking down at her breasts, saw that her nipples were becoming swollen, starting to get erect.

She lay back and, closing her eyes let her hands start to wander over her body, feeling the slow rise of her increasing arousal as she caressed the firm swell of her breasts with one hand and let the other drift down across her belly, her thighs and finally, between them. As her fingers worked their magic and her excitement slowly grew she suddenly found she was day-dreaming again - this time it was Robert she was imagining, Robert and his long erect cock.

He was standing beside the bath, looking down at her, watching her as she played with herself. He was smiling as he watched, his hands hanging loosely at his sides - but his cock was erect, enormously erect, its head almost as big as the taxi driver’s and a similar, dark plum-red colour - but the shaft was longer, not so thick - but much, much longer.

She suddenly saw that the water in the bath was crystal clear, quite transparent and stopped what she had been doing to herself when she realised that because of that he could see every inch of her and absolutely everything she did. And then she understood that that was exactly what she wanted - she wanted him to be able to see everything, every single hair, to watch her as she got herself off - and that even more than that, she wanted to see him doing it to himself too!

It was as though he had read her thoughts, at the very instant she recognised what it was she wanted him to do, he began to do it! Their eyes met for a moment and an unspoken message passed between them ‘I know what you want of me Kerry.’ Then she saw his hands slowly rise from where they had hung at his sides and while one supported the heavy sac beneath, the other formed a loose fist around the shaft, just behind the engorged head. She felt her excitement mounting as she realised he was actually going to do it for her - and as her fingers began to tease and caress herself again, she saw his eyes shift, to watch them.

She slid lower in the bath, lifting and spreading her legs wider, giving her hands freer access to herself - watching, wide-eyed, as his hand began to slip slowly up and down the length of his cock. Seeing the way the head bulged, the smooth skin stretched even tighter with each stroke, watching the way the muscles across his stomach and down his strong thighs flexed as he got more and more aroused - from both what he was doing to himself - and from watching her fingers as they moved around and in and out of her pussy.

When she felt the heightening rush inside, she watched him even more intently. It was obvious he was almost there too, his entire body was tensed - his hips thrust forward, making his cock seem even more immense - his face grimacing as the unstoppable pressure rose within him - his cock-head glossy, coated with a thick smear of his pre-cum - his hairy balls tautly swollen, shrunk tightly up against his shaft in preparation for the fountain of semen they would eject any second.

Then her own climax hit her - and, as it hit, her body was forced clear of the water - every muscle locked tight - the sound of her scream echoing around her - and for a brief moment, just as she was sure she would finally see his cock spew its load, the power of what she was experiencing forced her eyes shut. It was only a split-second, she was sure of that - but when they flashed open again, the vision of Robert was gone!

*Chapter 6

Recapturing Memories*

Kerry flopped back down into the water, sated - but somehow oddly disappointed. But, as minutes passed and she thought through all the strange things she had been experiencing she slowly arrived at an explanation, came to a possible realisation about herself even though at first it was difficult to accept. Everything she had read told her that while some women certainly became sexually aroused by exhibiting themselves, it was men who were the voyeurs, not women. But, whether the attack on the train had been the trigger, or had merely brought to the surface something she had never had reason to understand about herself before. It wasn’t only the thought of a man watching her that was exciting - more so was the thought of being able to watch a man - watch a man jerk himself off. And what was even more powerful was the thought of him doing that while he in turn looked at her!

She thought about her discovery while she finished bathing and then began to get ready to go out. If what she had thought was in fact true then there should be clues to it in her past, admittedly few in number, relationships - but she couldn’t think of anything. Then, having exhausted that trail she suddenly recalled an event, long ago, in her very early childhood - of the day when she had seen her parents making love, although of course at the time she didn’t know what it was they were doing to each other.

They were on holiday, in a caravan, which of course meant there was very little privacy for anyone and her parents were probably nervous about making love even after she had gone to sleep, for fear of waking her by rocking the van with their movements. One afternoon, when they thought she was off playing with some other children they obviously made the most of that opportunity. But she had come back in tears, after being bullied by one of the bigger girls and her parents had been too involved in what they were doing to hear her come into the caravan. She could remember the scene clearly - they had their backs to the door, both naked and her mother was kneeling on their bunk bed, her father was vigorously fucking her from the rear.

Although she had no idea what their actions were about and she somehow thought it might be a sort of punishment for something her mother had done, she seemed to understand it was something she wasn’t supposed to know about and she had quietly left the van again.

Then suddenly another scene popped into her head - one she hadn’t remembered before and for a moment she thought she was day-dreaming again, creating it herself. But then she recalled the event - and wondered why she had never ever remembered it until that moment.

It was during the same holiday, there was a river nearby and an area where it formed a large pool, where everyone used to go swimming. A little further down-stream the river ran down through a more rocky area, forming a series of cascades and backwaters, she liked that part much more, it was prettier and there was often nobody else there, so she could enjoy it on her own. Her father had told her she shouldn’t go there alone, it could be dangerous - but she had figured if she didn’t specifically say where she was going he wouldn’t worry - and she continued to creep away to it whenever she could.

It had been after lunch one day, when many of the parents in the other caravans put the younger children down for a nap and had a snooze themselves. She had wandered off, not wanting to play with the other children, preferring to have a little time alone in her favourite place. When she got there she was disappointed to see that there was already someone there before her, a man, stretched out on one of the flat rocks beside the river. Looking back, Kerry realised that he had probably been one of the caravanners’ eldest children, perhaps in his early twenties but, to a child of her age he was simply another adult.

She stood amongst the surrounding trees, not quite sure what to do, she wanted to go and play but didn’t want him there too - maybe if she waited a while he would just get up and go - so she crouched down, hoping that he would. It was only then that she noticed something odd about him - about his swimming shorts, his ‘thing’ as she called it, seemed funny, not the normal little package that all the men had in their shorts, his was much bigger, as though he had a big, stiff sausage in there instead of his ‘thing’.

Looking back, Kerry thought he had probably been dozing in the sun and like most young men, got an erection while he slept, woken and taken the opportunity to have a little quiet pleasure. Something which the little girl in the trees would have known nothing about of course.

The man on the rock stirred, as though her curious eyes had disturbed him and, thinking he might then get up and go, little Kerry waited. Then, to her surprise she saw that his hands were touching his ‘thing’ and she knew from what her parents had told her, that wasn’t a nice thing to do - but in spite of that, her curiosity and the hope that he would leave, kept her there. After he had just sort of squeezed himself for a little while she saw him roll over on his side and look carefully all around - but she was low down, virtually hidden by a bush and he hadn’t noticed her. Having satisfied himself that he was alone, he rolled on to his back again and, lifting his bottom off the rock, pulled down his shorts.

As he did that she could see why the shape his ‘thing’ made in his shorts had been so odd, it wasn’t a bit like her father’s, which she had caught sight of a few times as he came out of the shower, this man’s was like nothing she had seen before. Now that she could see it she realised that it wasn’t a bit like a sausage, for one thing it was hard, not bendy like a sausage was - for another it had a big, shiny red top and now that he had it out, she wondered how he had managed to fit it all inside his shorts in the first place.

Then, while she was still puzzling about that, he began to stroke it, up and down, with his hand making a sort of fist around it - and after he had done that for a while she felt sure that doing that had made the top even bigger, it had certainly gone a different, darker colour - and, as though what he was doing actually hurt him, the man started to make an odd grunting noise. Without realising it, to get a better view of the strange thing going on, she must have stood up and whether he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye or then merely sensed that someone was watching him, even as his hand began to pump faster and faster, he turned his head - and she suddenly found his eyes were staring straight into hers.

He had obviously reached that point where nothing could stop his orgasm because although even little Kerry recognised his expression of embarrassment and guilt, at that moment his body arched and as she looked back at his ‘thing’ she saw a sudden spurt of white stuff shoot up from it, then another and another.

Just as she had the other day, when she found her parents doing the strange thing in the caravan, she somehow knew she had seen something she wasn’t supposed to have seen and as she found that she had also developed a very strange feeling, ‘down there’, she turned and ran through the trees to where she knew the other children would be playing.

Kerry was no psychologist but she figured she didn’t need to be one to work out how her young brain had handled things. Within the space of a few days she had seen two events which she somehow knew she shouldn’t have, so, being unable to wipe them out completely, her brain had buried them deep in its memory bank. As she had matured the memory of her parents making love became more acceptable and it had been freed to surface when necessary. The other - and especially the young child’s physical reaction to it - was still threatening and so remained locked away. It was only when she worked-out for herself the fact that seeing a man doing it to himself could be exciting, that it was possible for her to access it.

She stood, staring at herself in the mirror. ‘God, how incredibly complex we are! And if it hadn’t been for that thug on the train I might never have known about this part of me!’

Then she let her mind spin through her memories and recent day-dreams; the man on the rock, a couple of boys she had jacked-off when still hanging on to her virginity, the boy who had relieved her of it, a man she had gone out with and to bed with earlier that year, the attack on the train, followed by Robert last night and the two imaginary situations that day, the taxi driver and finally Robert appearing in the bath-room.

Thinking about each she admitted that although sex had been marvellous, especially so with Robert, she had sometimes felt there was something missing - she remembered the title of an old song, ‘Is That All There Is?’ and knew what the composer had meant.

Looking back up into the mirror and staring straight into her own eyes she said aloud - ‘So, now what? What are going to do about it Kerry? How do we find out if that really is our ultimate turn-on?’

*Chapter 7

The Solution*

She was amazed at how quickly an answer came to her. Once it had she moved quickly, flushed with already mounting excitement. First to borrow a pair of panties from her flat-mate’s collection - and she knew exactly the pair she needed, then to choose another dress, the slinky, body-fitting one she had previously chosen would be impractical for what she had in mind, that meant altering her hair-style of course. But, fired by the thoughts of what just might follow, later that evening, she got herself ready faster than she had ever done before and went straight out as soon as she heard Robert’s ring at the door.

It was quite obvious that Robert was stunned by her appearance, he couldn’t take his eyes off her and when she saw how his eyes were drawn again and again to the deep cleavage her low cut dress showed off the glow his reactions gave her simply added to the pent-up arousal that was already churning away inside her. He insisted they take a cab into the city then, as they had planned, they had a meal at a small, quiet restaurant before going on to the dance club. Even if she hadn’t been fired-up by her own thoughts Kerry would have loved every minute of it. Robert was handsome, attentive, witty and she already knew that as well as all that he was also very good in bed - the fact that he seemed to be genuinely smitten by her made everything almost too good to be true.

To make it absolutely perfect she just had to find out if he would do what she wanted him to do for her.

From the outset she tried to make it as obvious as she could that she thought he was as wonderful as he apparently thought she was. Immediately snuggling up to him in the cab, resting her hand on his knee and whispering how much she had been looking forward to dancing with him and even more to what she hoped was to follow. When they were in the restaurant, reaching across the table every now and then to touch his hand, letting him get as many looks down between her breasts as he wanted by leaning towards him as she spoke. Once in the club, taking every opportunity to touch him, to let him touch her and when they were dancing apart, using her body as suggestively as she dared to in public.

The time went so quickly - yet, with her plan constantly in mind, for Kerry, the time seemed to almost drag along. But whether because he had had enough dancing or because her appearance and actions had got Robert so wound-up, at last he suggested that it might be time for them to leave. Her agreement was almost too enthusiastic but Robert’s grin changed to a puzzled look when, instead of also agreeing that they should get a cab home again, she insisted they catch the train.

However, Robert knew enough about women to recognise that for whatever reason Kerry had made up her mind and, with each other’s arm tight around their waists, they walked towards the station. They were silent for a while, simply enjoying the feeling of being together, then Kerry broke the silence.

‘I haven’t been able to stop thinking about the other night Robert. You’re a wonderful lover, so strong, yet somehow at the same time gentle. I loved everything you did to me and can still almost feel you inside me.’

Even in the poorly lit street she could see a flush spread across his face as she said that but, at the same time he pulled her a little closer to himself and his hand slipped up from her waist to cup and lightly fondle her breast.

‘You were marvellous too Kerry, so responsive - and what you did was mind-blowing, I’ve never come as much as did, you know, I mean - in your mouth like that.’

She smiled at his mild embarrassment. ‘Don’t be shy talking about it.’

‘I’m not really shy - it’s all been so quick, I can’t believe it’s happening - you’re just incredible Kerry!’

‘So are you, to me.’ Was it really that good, the way I sucked you off I mean? You must tell me what you like best you know.’

‘You couldn’t have done it any better Kerry, I’m quite sure of that. Everything you did was perfect. But you must tell me too you know, I mean what you like best - anything at all.’

‘Anything?’

Robert paused for a moment before he answered, her question was so direct, maybe there was more to her than there seemed to be - he briefly wondered what he was letting himself in for when he replied.

‘Yes, anything at all. Why, is there something you’d particularly like me to do?’

‘There might be.’

‘What?’

Now that she had got to the starting point of her plan Kerry realised that it might all suddenly blow up in her face. What if what she suggested turned Robert right off her - was it worth the risk? It had all seemed so straight forward when she was alone at home, now, with him beside her, the feel of his hand on her breast, was what she wanted really worth what she stood to lose if she was wrong? She was still wrestling with the problem when Robert asked her again.

‘What Kerry - what is it you want me to do? Remember that you’re the one that said we shouldn’t be embarrassed to say things to each other.’

He was right of course - she took the risk.

‘I’ll tell you the rest in a little while - it’s nothing terrible Robert, I promise you - and I’m sure you’ll like it. Anyway, just for now, when we get to the station will you go into the men’s room - and take off your underpants for me?’

‘What for?’

‘I’ll tell you afterwards - but I’ll say this much. I want to be able to feel you properly, your cock I mean, on the train, with an erection. Is that too weird?’

She was relieved to see a grin spread across his face as he answered. ‘No, that’s not weird - in fact it sounds exciting.’ Adding ‘But what about you, are you going to take yours off too?’

His words sent a shiver of excitement through her, the risk had been worth it. ‘I don’t have to.’

‘You mean you haven’t had any on all evening - and you didn’t tell me!’

She giggled quietly and tightened her grip of him. ‘No, but if you want me to sometime, I will. It’s just that the ones I have on will work just as though I didn’t have any on. You’ll see.’ she added when she saw his puzzled look. ‘Trust me, you’ll see.’

‘Of course I trust you, I just hope I can keep up with you Kerry.’

‘Oh I’m sure you’ll be way ahead of me soon enough Robert, this is just a little fantasy of mine, about the only one in fact - I’m sure I’ll find out sooner or later that you have plenty of your own.’

When they reached the station he went into the men’s room and she only had to wait a couple of minutes before he re-appeared, with a smug look on his face and watched her reaction when, to her surprise, he gave her his pants, they were still warm.

‘Pop those in you hand-bag please darling.’ He said, almost casually - and as she was doing that, grinned at her and added as they walked towards the ticket office. ‘If you’re interested, the thing you said you wanted to feel on the train, it’s started to make an appearance for you.’

‘Already?’

‘Yep. Mind you it’s not the first time this evening.’

‘It isn’t, what do you mean?’

‘It’s been up and down like a yo-yo, the way you look, the way you moved when we were dancing, remembering how you were in bed - and thinking about later tonight.’

‘That’s nice to know. It’s been the same for me too. I’ve made myself quite wet several times - I am now of course, thinking about what’s next.’

‘Which of course you’re still not going to tell me about.’

‘Soon now, soon I promise.’

In spite of it being Saturday night the platform was almost as deserted as it had been the night they met. ‘We must be between the cinema-goers and the late-nighters.’ Robert commented when they saw only a couple of people at the far end of the platform.

‘Good.’ Kerry said, snuggling up to him and, as she did so, letting one hand drop to the front of his trousers, feeling for him and finding, as he had said, his cock was already semi-erect. ‘Even better!’ she said, smiling up at him as her fingers closed around the length of it, feeling it suddenly surge at her touch. ‘Nice?’ she asked when she felt him tense as she continued to squeeze and massage it.

‘Of course. Wonderful, I just wish you could touch me properly.’

‘Maybe I will - or perhaps I’ll let you do it yourself.’

There was silence for a moment as he considered what she had said and what she might have meant. Then, almost tentatively he asked.

‘Is that what you want me to do? Do it myself, on the train?’

‘Mmmm. Does that upset you?’

‘No, of course not - but what about you?’

‘I’ll watch - and I’ll let you watch me doing it to myself at the same time. Does that sound weird?’

As an answer he simply pulled her tighter, bent down and kissed her, his tongue squirming deep into and around inside her mouth, feeling her grasp of his cock get even tighter as she responded and their kiss lingered on and they were still locked in each other’s arms when they heard the distinctive sound of the approaching train.

‘We’ll need to try and find a carriage that’s empty, at least at one end.’ Kerry said breathlessly as they broke apart.

‘And one that hasn’t got any yobboes in it.’

‘Definitely no yobboes lover - especially not tonight.’

They were in luck, the train was almost as empty as the platform had been and they saw that the carriage stopping nearest to them had just one elderly couple, sitting side by side in the front end.

‘Down the back Kerry - then hope nobody gets in at the next two stations, after those we should be O.K.’

As the couple at the front were facing forwards and she could see nobody in the front part of the carriage behind them, Kerry didn’t wait to see if they were going to be lucky in having no more passengers getting on at the next two stations - as the train began to move she stood, lifted her skirt and then sat on the seat opposite Robert. He’d had just the briefest of glimpses of legs, thighs and tiny black panties and thought that was all he was going to be treated to for a while. But as she sat she pulled up her skirt and, as she had held up the back of it, as she then slid her bottom forwards and spread her legs wide apart, except for what the skimpy black panties covered, Robert found that he could see everything.

Her eyes were fixed on his face, watching his expression and she was delighted to see his eyes fixed between her splayed legs, staring unblinkingly at what she was offering him. She felt the moist warmth that had been centred there nearly all the evening slowly spreading outwards and she saw his hand drop to the unmistakable ridge in his trousers she used one hand to fondle her already sensitive breast and let the other run over and down between her thighs.

Robert’s eyes took in every detail, including the two tiny bows that seemed to be made from the satin ribbon that ran around her waist. Leaning forward, he tugged at one and found it untied. He looked up and gave Kerry a knowing grin.

‘Now I understand what you meant when you said that - ‘The ones I have on will work just as though I didn’t have any on.’ - cute!’ He tugged at the other bow and as it too untied the panel of black silk that had covered her sex, fell forwards, so now nothing at all was hidden. There, peeping out from within the dark, curly bush, were her rose-pink outer lips and within them, already sparkling with tiny drops of moisture, the paler pink of her inner pussy-lips.

‘Beautiful Kerry, just beautiful.’ he murmured. ‘So delicate - yet so powerful. It’s hard to believe that anything that looks so fragile, can give such intense pleasure.’

‘How about also letting me see what gives me pleasure?’

‘Let’s get past these two stations first. It’s harder for me to get covered-up in a hurry remember.’

‘Unfair - but O.K.’ she answered, as she felt the train actually starting to slow down for the first one.

Robert was excited to see that she stayed like that, even though there were a few odd people on the station - and not only sat there uncovered but actually began to use the tips of her fingers to stimulate herself. When he saw that nobody was getting into their carriage he relaxed again and although he still wouldn’t undo his trousers Kerry watched with growing pleasure as, while his eyes seemed to devour her, he massaged his now obviously fully erect cock.

When nobody got on at the next station either, Robert breathed a sigh of relief and quickly unzipped and slid his trousers down around his knees. Kerry’s eyes opened wide when she actually saw she size of his cock, rearing up vertically from between his legs. Then, as his fingers closed around the heavily veined shaft and began to stroke slowly up and down it, she slid hers up inside her pussy, even more thrilled to see that his eyes never shifted from watching what she was doing than by the thrilling sensations she was generating for herself.

It was her fantasy come true! But it was even better than her fantasy, it was really happening - and with a man that she’d soon be in bed with. A man who, with any luck, she’d be going to bed with for a long, long time to come. And although her eyes kept returning to watch what he was doing with his cock, from time to time they flicked up to his face, seeing the way his eyes never once moved from watching her pussy and busy fingers and the changing expression as he got more and more excited by what they were doing together.

She also took the opportunity to see exactly how he did it to himself. Noticing the way he changed the speed or rhythm every now and then, sometimes using long, strong strokes all the way down to the base of the shaft, sometimes quicker, shorter ones just up and down behind the glossy head, the way he’d let his hand slip up over that from time to time - putting those memories away safely, to be tried out for herself at some future time.

But the excitement that had started hours before, when she had first started planning all this and which had been growing steadily stronger as the evening passed and her plan had then actually came to fruition, suddenly caught up with her - and she felt her body building up to a climax. It may have been that Robert saw the tell-tale signs of that or perhaps it was purely coincidental - but as Kerry felt the surge welling-up from somewhere deep inside, she saw Robert’s hand move faster and faster, until they were literally flashing up and down the massive shaft.

She stared at the opening at the tip of the head, seeing it pout open wider and then, just as she was rocked by the first wave of an almost unbearably powerful orgasm and stifled her own cry of pleasure-pain, she heard him grunting and as his hand slowed and strengthened its strokes, she saw it erupting - his thick, creamy semen being pumped in a broken, sticky jet towards her - one, two, three gouts fountained out before she felt the first splattering hotly on her upper thigh.

Kerry’s orgasm seemed as though it would roll on forever, no sooner had she felt the crest of one wave lifting her than another, following it, seemed to be taking her even higher. Throughout it all she kept her eyes open - she wasn’t risking having Robert disappear again, as he had in her bath-room vision - and for a while she thought he was going to keep pumping out semen for as long as she was climaxing. But all to quickly she saw that both the volume and frequency of his spouting had grown less and then his still pumping hand produced only an occasional spurt, then a drop or two, then nothing - and then he slumped in his seat, drained, exhausted. It was only then that his eyes finally left where they had been fixed for all that time and looked up into hers - and, as she saw a faint, satisfied smile spread slowly across his face she allowed her own hand to finally rest and her body to come slowly down from the heights it had reached.

As they regained control of themselves it seemed that their panting breath was even louder than the noise of the train but when Kerry looked around at the couple up at the front of the carriage, they gave no sign of having heard even their loudest cry.

‘That was even more fantastic than I imagined it could be Robert. It looked as though it was pretty powerful for you too.’ she added with a grin, as she dug in her bag for tissues, to clean up the sticky mass that almost coated one thigh.

He smiled back weakly. ‘You wouldn’t believe how powerful Kerry - even stronger than what you did to me the other night - and I wouldn’t have thought that was possible. Don’t think I’ll be able to come like that every time though, or you’ll be disappointed. That was extra-special!’

‘For me too. At one stage I thought I was never going to stop. Have you got a handkerchief? There’s just too much of you to get off with these tissues.’

‘Sorry about that.’ he said, grinning as he passed it to her. ‘But you’ve only got yourself to blame you know.’

‘I’m not blaming you and I’m certainly not complaining. I just don’t want to have to walk past the ticket-collector with it still all over my leg. If he remembers us from the other night he will really get the wrong idea about us.’

‘Maybe he’d get the right idea - that we’re just a couple of train-sex-maniacs!’

Kerry couldn’t help laughing at that, at the same time starting to feel sure that this relationship was going to be a long - as well as an undoubtedly very satisfying one - with her ‘Punk’ - or perhaps, she thought, she should now rename him, as her ‘Spunk’!

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