All Lubed Up

Natasha Watson was travelling home on the train as she always did. However, this Friday evening she was particularly tired.

The previous night she had been at a Hen Party with some of the other girls from work. And much to her disgust, she had managed to get herself very drunk. And worse than that there had been a male stripper at this Hen Party, and even though she was normally such a prim and proper young woman, the alcohol did its worst.

She had been sitting next to her best friend Patty, a rather well-endowed woman in many ways. She was almost twice the age of Natasha and was full of mischief. So, when this male stripper had wandered round the room, eventually arriving at their table, Patty was full of fun and as horny as hell.

The young guy, with the typical very toned body, was by now dancing about in only a skimpy thong that barely contained his significant bulge. Arriving in front of Patty, she wanted to see 'it' in the flesh and even before the guy could respond Patty had whipped it out and buried it in her mouth. This naturally brought a massive cheer from the rest of the audience, as Natasha looked on in amazement.

Patty took a breather, but in jest passed the cock on to Natasha. Before she could take hold of it, from somewhere, the stripper produced a tube of Lube and squirted some onto his cock, then he took one of Natasha's hands and placed it on his now completely erect member. Natasha had never used Lube before and was stunned at just how silky and smooth and oily it felt. Her hand just glided along the guy's shaft. Now intrigued, she wrapped a second had around the shaft and began to pump it. It felt wonderful, and she felt herself becoming highly aroused.

However, it also felt wonderful for the guy too, and before Natasha realised what was happening, she suddenly found herself being plastered as four massive blasts of spunk shot from the end of his cock and hit her in the face, neck and breasts. Aghast at what she had just done, Natasha sat there open mouthed as Patty and her friends cheered like mad.

Later, as the party was winding down and the guests were leaving, Natasha went to the loo, but as she was about to enter, the stripper came out of the male toilets. On seeing Natasha, he smiled broadly, but that only made Natasha blush even more. And then to her horror, he handed Natasha something before he disappeared outside. In the toilets Natasha looked at what she had been given. It was the tube of Lube that the stripper had used. She blushed madly again, but her pussy began to tingle enticingly so she slipped the tube into her jacket pocket.

Natasha spent that night at Patty's as it was too late to get a train home after the party, and so they had a few more drinks as they relived events of the Party. No surprises that Natasha's little escapade was the main topic of discussion.

So, it had been a long tiring night, followed by a long hard day at work, hence Natasha now felt exhausted as she stood on the train for her hour and a quarter journey back home. To make matters worse the previous train had been cancelled so now two train loads of commuters were crushed onto the one train.

Unfortunately, Natasha was not one of the lucky ones and she found herself having to stand in the cramped carriage, hot sweaty bodies all around her. She was also wearing the same clothes as the day before, albeit she had taken clean underwear, so still felt a bit sweaty and unclean herself. But her short mid-thigh skirt and jacket suit and wrap around blouse, did look quite neat and presentable, whereas to brighten things up, underneath she wore her favourite lacy bodystocking.

The journey had gone smoothly for the first forty minutes or so. She had felt herself nodding off a couple of times. But the nudging and stop/start of the train as it passed through stations just kept her awake.

Suddenly the train lurched, and Natasha almost fell, but a strong arm wrapped itself around her waist catching her.

"Steady there," came a very husky male voice from behind her, "It's Ok, I've got you!"

Natasha tried to turn her head to thank him but still couldn't see who her saviour had been, and just then an announcement came over the train tannoy.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, I am sorry to inform you that there seems to be a slight issue with the signals, just ahead. We have been informed that it should be rectified in about fifteen minutes. Thank you for your patience."

"Oh dear," came the voice behind her again, "Looks like I am going to be stuck here holding on to you."

Natasha was still unable to turn to respond to the man, as he kept an arm wrapped lightly round her waist, his body close against hers. Now she could begin to get a few more hints about her neighbour. From his voice he appeared to be at least a couple of inches taller than her, and she could begin to get a smell of his faint aftershave or cologne, light and musky, not too overpowering.

"You are very beautiful," he continued, "Very attractive, with curves in all the right places," he whispered in her ear.

Natasha gasped slightly, was this guy now trying to chat her up?

"Mmmmm, and from what I can see, clothed very well, outside and in!" he added.

This caused Natasha to gasp a little more loudly, as she suddenly realised that standing this close behind her, and being taller, he was able to look over her shoulder and down the front of her blouse to see her breasts encased in her lacy bodystocking,

"But there does seem to be something in this pocket here that is spoiling the line of your jacket," he explained, patting the side of her jacket, "I wonder what it could be?" as he dipped his hand into the pocket to extract the object.

Holding it out in front of Natasha so that both she and he, by looking over her shoulder, could see the offending item, Natasha instantly groaned in embarrassment and blushed deeply as the tube of Lube was revealed.

"My, my! What have we got here?" the man whistled gently, turning the tube round in his hand, "

"You naughty little minx. What do you need this for?" he asked, a hint of laughter in his voice, "And so readily available, in your jacket pocket. Do you often get it out and use it on 'Things'."

Natasha was now squirming with embarrassment, and tried to grab it back from the man.

"Now, now, that's a little rude is it not? I just want to see what it feels like," he quietly scolded her.

Natasha watched horrified as he uncapped the tube and squirted a little onto his fingers, then gently rubbed them together.

"Ooooh! That feels so nice! Really cool and silky!" he exclaimed in a hushed voice, breathing right into Natasha's ear.

"Mmmm, I wonder what it feels like on someone else's skin?" he enquired naughtily, as he quickly slipped his hand into Natasha's blouse and smeared it over her breast and nipple, through the thin lacy material of her bodystocking.

"Nooooo!" Natasha hissed, as the cool fluid caused her nipple to stiffen instantly, then the guy's fingers were slipping into the bodystocking so he could slide his fingers across her skin and massage her breast and nipple.

"Fuck!" he exclaimed, "That feels so nice, so good!" as he teased her nipple some more, causing Natasha to whimper.

"I wonder what it feels like in other places?" he quipped, and again Natasha groaned, she knew what was coming next!

Removing his hand from inside her bodystocking, he squirted some more onto his fingers, then in a very hushed but sexy voice whispered to Natasha.

"Go on Sexy! Lift your skirt for me!" the man quietly, but menacingly, whispered in Natasha's ear, "You know you want to! You want to feel this on your pussy don't you?"

Natasha could only stand there and moan. Yes, she wanted to feel what it was like, but she felt too embarrassed to do it here on the train.

Hesitantly, she reached down and slowly began to inch her skirt up her thighs.

"Good girl!" praised the man, as he felt the material begin to bunch up as it came up over her hips, "Shall we see what it feels like?"

Easing his hand round her thigh, he encountered the edge of Natasha's bodystocking and managed to slide his fingers underneath. Edging closer to Natasha's pussy, the man encountered her neatly trimmed pubes, then he began to work lower, towards her clitoris and the top of her cleft.

"Aaaaaagghh! Nooooo!" whispered Natasha as she felt the cool, slippery fluid hit her labia and ooze it's way over her excited flesh. The man's finger continued pushing further down between her thighs, smearing the silky juice over Natasha's pussy.

"Oh my God!" hissed the man suddenly, "What are you wearing?"

As his hand had slipped lower he had encountered the folds where Natasha's bodystocking fastened.

"Are you wearing a bodystocking?" he enquired excitedly.

Natasha bit her lip in embarrassment and slowly nodded her head.

"Does it have hooks?" asked the man with urgency. Natasha shook her head.

"Poppers?" he next suggested, and then groaned with delight when Natasha nodded only once, "You little beauty!"

Taking his hand from within her bodystocking, he reached for the join between the two pieces of fabric and then yanked. Natasha tried to stifle the squeal that came from her, as she suddenly felt so exposed and naked.

Instantly, the slippery fingers were back on her sex, sliding backwards and forwards over her labia and now engorged clit, applying more pressure now, spreading her lips and gaining access to her vaginal opening. The sensation of the Lube was unbelievable and Natasha could now understand just why the stripper the previous night had cum so quickly. She could feel her own climax building at a ferocious rate.

But then suddenly the rubbing and caressing stopped and Natasha found herself gasping and whining in disappointment.

"Think I'd like to feel what this Lube is like too," growled the man, in Natasha's ear, as she felt him press his crotch into her bum and his impressive bulge mashed against her body. Removing his hand from her pussy, he used it to quickly unzip his trousers and extract his cock, the warm hard fleshy rod was now pressing against the naked flesh of Natasha's buttocks, and he felt big.

"Hold your hands out," he instructed her, and as she did he squirted some of the Lube into the palm of her hand, "Go on, stroke me!" he demanded.

Without hesitation Natasha moved both her hands round behind her back. Like heat-seeking missiles they homed in on his rampant shaft, wrapping themselves around his member and smearing the silky fluid over his sensitive skin. As she did his own hand returned to her pussy, finding her clit, and trying to ease a couple of fingers into her love hole.

"Oh, fuck yes!" he moaned, as the smoothness and slipperiness of her hands on his cock, tantalised his senses, "Fuck yes, that's so good!" he murmured.

Natasha repeated what she had done to the stripper the previous night, running her finger round under the head of his cock and the man gasped and thrust his cock against her bum, bucking his hips. Natasha wanted to make him cum so quickly, so that she might be able to cum too, but also so that this act might also get finished sooner, but the man had other ideas.

"I want to fuck you!" he whispered huskily in Natasha's ear. It was the words that she had been dreading, but her pussy and her guts were telling her otherwise.

"Oh god yes!" she breathed back, stroking his cock quicker, her hands slithering about on his slippery pole.

She felt him bend his knees, his cock lowering so that she could feed it through the gap between her thighs. Urgently, she shuffled her legs another few inches apart, desperate to help him in his quest, and while she refused to let go of his cock with one hand, her other she moved to the front of her pussy, to help him guide the head of his cock into her pulsating pussy.

It took a couple of attempts before his cock engaged in her welcoming tunnel, and gently he eased himself in.

"Ah!.... Ah!.... Ah!....Ah!" panted Natasha as she was speared by the thick shaft. And as it impaled her, she knew it was bigger than her boyfriends. A pang of guilt flashed through her body as she thought of Rick, waiting at home for her, watching the footie on television. But then, the knowledge that they would have a fantastic fucking session later, as she told him in detail what had happened, both at the Hen Party and on her train home, would have him spunking all over her.

"So tight!" growled the man, as he slowly increased the pace as he slid the whole length of his slippery cock in and out of Natasha's love channel. The speed of his thrusting and the angle of his attack meant he was hitting all Natasha's most sensitive spots and she could feel her climax approaching very quickly.

Suddenly, the train jerked and began moving, but all this did was actually heighten the sensations that the large hard rod was creating in Natasha's tight silky pussy. She was now actively gasping and panting with each thrust and was glad that the noise of the train was drowning them.

But suddenly the husky voice was back in her ear.

"On your left. Someone wants to join in," the voice whispered, and Natasha's eyes flashed left to find an extremely young and lustful face looking down to where she imagined the man's cock would be sliding between her bum cheeks. This sudden realisation that they were being watched made her groan loudly, and the face instantly rose to look at her.

He looked very young, Natasha thought he might only just have left school, and boy, was he getting a treat now. Then she was brought back to reality with another gasp inducing statement.

"Get his cock out!" implored the voice, "I want to see you wank him!"

"Nooooo!" Natasha wailed, and she shook her head a couple of times, but the insistent voice repeated its instructions, and involuntarily Natasha felt herself complying.

Slowly, she reached out her hand towards the young man's crotch, feeling the hard, pulsing lump in his joggers, and she moaned again. Finding the waistband, she pushed it down a bit so she could force one hand inside and feel his erection through the thin fabric of his briefs. The cock was jumping about erratically at her touch and Natasha knew he was going to come very quickly.

Natasha again looked at the young man, he looked almost scared, but also so excited, then she understood, he was scared of cumming too quickly if she touched him.

"Get it out for me," she whispered to the young man and in a flash his hand was replacing hers and he was easing out his cock for her to see it. It wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either and it did look beautiful the prominent head all shiny as precum oozed from it.

"Use the lube!" came the insistent voice behind her, and she gasped. He had been still, not moving and she had almost forgotten that his huge cock was still deliciously stretching her vagina. She held out her hand and a small squirt found its way into her palm.

Now smiling broadly, she again reached forward out and wrapped her hand around the young man's penis. It leapt at her touch and he whimpered, but she squeezed it tightly until the sensation passed and he grinned back at her. Now she started sliding her slippery hand along its length, twisting slightly as she went.

Once again within seconds the young man's eyes were on stalks, and to Natasha it almost looked as if he was reciting his times tables, desperate to try and make this possibly life-changing event last as long as possible. But suddenly the train began to brake as it approached the next station and the young man lost his balance and crashed into Natasha, his cock making contact with her smooth naked hip.

"Aaaarrrgh!" came the muffled cry as he buried his face into Natasha's neck and she felt his cock lurch four or five times as her milky white skin was covered in his milky white spunk.

"Good girl!" praised the voice behind her as the thick cock was rapidly pumped in and out of her pussy once more, making her gasp then bite her lip as she felt herself have a mini-orgasm.

As the train came to a grinding halt in the station, the young man suddenly became more animated as he yanked his cock from Natasha's grp and popped it back into his joggers.

"Thanks!" came the very quick response and he was gone pushing his way towards the open carriage door.

"Made his day, I think!" congratulated the man behind her, as he continued to slide his cock in and out.

Soon the train was moving again, and Natasha knew her stop would be next, she had about another eleven minutes of this exquisite fucking before she would need to leave this wonderful affair behind her. She began to meet the guys thrusts, arching her back more so that her bum stuck out allowing him to drive that little bit deeper.

She was getting more and more lost in the sensations and she wanted to cum!

A coolness on her breasts brought her back to reality slightly and she looked down to see that the man had completely unbuttoned her jacket and also her wrap-around blouse so that her lacy body stocking was on full display to anyone who might have been looking. Natasha's nipples stiffened immediately at the thought, and her eyes rapidly scanned the bodies around her, but all were looking the other way and she breathed a sigh of relief.

"The man in front!" whispered the voice, "Tell him to turn around."

Natasha gasped, how could he possibly ask her to do that she thought, but then a shock of excitement rushed through her pussy. She shook her head, trying to put the man off, but he persisted.

"Go on, you know you want to. Tell him to turn around, you want to please him."

Natasha moaned with lust, this was too much, she was so turned on. But the man in front of her was old, she could tell that, he had lank grey hair, was about six inches smaller than her, given her high heels, and seemed to be wearing a grotty raincoat. The thought was not very appealing, but yet she felt herself impelled to do it.

She leaned forward slightly so she could whisper in his ear.

"Excuse me Sir, but could you please turn around," she breathed in his ear.

The man jerked his head away, turning slightly at this sudden approach.

"Please Sir, turn around and face me," repeated Natasha.

Slowly in the crush, the man managed to turn, and by the time he was about half way round and could see Natasha's partly clothed body, his eyes were already out on stalks and he was salivating madly. He was ugly, at least sixty, if not nearer seventy, looked like he hadn't shaved for weeks, and reeked of alcohol. Natasha was revolted.

"Go on, get his cock out?" instructed the voice behind her.

"Oh God no!" groaned Natasha when she saw the man, but she suddenly gasped as she felt the cock in her pussy ram in and out harder than before, almost lifting her off her feet.

"Show him your tits," hissed the voice, "Let him touch your pussy!" it implored her, and Natasha again found herself complying, lifting her breasts out of the stretchy fabric for his startled eyes to gaze on then taking a hand between her legs so the old man could feel her dripping pussy.

As the man explored between Natasha's legs once again she could feel her orgasm building, this was so wrong, and dirty, but it was making her so horny.

She became aware of the voice behind her becoming more erratic and excited, and realised that this horrible old man in front of her must have discovered she was also being fucked and was now playing with the thick meaty cock in her pussy. Natasha grinned, maybe this was what her 'rapist' had wanted, or maybe this was an unexpected bonus.

But suddenly Natasha's hand was grasped and shoved towards the old man's crotch. Somehow or other, he had been able to extricate his cock from his trousers and now he was wrapping Natasha's hand round it. It was big, and hard and felt slimy, and there was no mistaking what he wanted Natasha to do as well. Pushing his hips forward his hard cock was almost banging into Natasha's pubes, so she let it. Wanking it like crazy she allowed the plump head to rube against her short, manicured pubes causing the old man to gasp and jerk with excitement.