Diary of a Cougar: 10> Train ride to Fuckville
written by:
Chris-t6290

Although this is the ninth story, for reasons that will become apparent there is no chronologicalisation to it, with regards to the other recounts of my other sex-capades.

One of my Cougar Club members, not Amanda, knowing how sexually adventurous I was, suggested that I take a specific train on a specific day, and explore what I noticed.

‘Okay,' I first thought, only to then wonder what was so special about that time and that day.

It being a Saturday and, as usual, quite warm, I forwent, for obvious reasons, wearing something skimpy; one of my bikinis. Instead, I opted for a blue summer dress with narrow shoulder straps, which was made from a light material, and white sandals. Ray would be out playing golf, and then drinking with his partner and various other club members as usual, so where I happened to be didn't matter.

The closer it got to the day, the more intrigued and horny I became; there was obviously something sexual for me to become involved in and so I managed to shy off any involvement with men in the meantime; it was hard, but, as you will realise, well worth it.

Arriving at the station, I bought my return ticket; where that was to is of little importance to this story. I made my way to the designated platform, where I looked around to see if there were any clues amongst those passengers who were stood or sat waiting for the train. None that stuck out, I realised. Maybe they, whoever they were, had forgone the journey and so I phoned my Cougar club associate and enquired further.

"Don't worry, Rachel, they will be on the train," she assured me, "and enjoy!" she exclaimed, "I did," she added, before ending the call, and just before the arrival was announced.

I cannot say that I saw ‘them' as the first four of eight carriages pulled past me, suggesting that, if she was right, and I had no reason to doubt her, ‘they' would be in one of the last four coaches, the ninth being a standing room only carriage. ‘Don't get ahead of me just yet, reader'.

Having climbed onto the train, I slowly made my way through the remaining carriages, just as the train pulled away. There was nothing notable in the first two, and as I made my way along the third carriage, I looked ahead of me and saw little to inspire me in the forth.

‘Surely she didn't mean the end carriage,' I pondered to myself, as I made my way along the eighth one. Almost two thirds of the way along it, I noticed a tall scruffy youth wearing a college jacket and shiny gold shorts, exit the toilet and head towards the end carriage. From the back, he didn't look much, but then few men do; give me the front and what's hanging between a man's legs any day - provided he knows how to use it that is.

As I approached the last rows of seats, I attracted odd looks from those passengers in them; I had already past several unoccupied seats. ‘Why was a nice woman like me opting for the near baggage section,' they no doubt thought, only I wasn't as nice as they meant.

Stepping closer, I heard songs akin to that of sporting events being sung. ‘Surely not a soccer team,' I pondered, as I swayed with the movement of the train - there being little to otherwise hold onto. It being early morning, Saturday, they would no doubt be on their way to an away game; hence the specific train and route I had been told about.

‘Oh well, let's just see,' I concluded, it wasn't as if I'd arranged to meet up with them for sex, come what may.

Continuing along the car, I came to where they were sat; eight of them, not quite a soccer team, I realised, as I somewhat stared at them.

"Hello, cutie, and what's your name," asked one of them, having noticed me stood there.

"Rachel," I replied, fluttering my eyelashes at the prospect of having all eight of them.

The one nearest to me then offered me a beer from a cooler they had. Although not being one for manly drinks, I, not wanting to appear rude, accepted it, and thanked him. As it turned out, they were a basketball team, something I should have realised from the height of the one I'd seen earlier. They were, as I figured, on their way to a game.

"How many have you won?" I enquired, soon sat down with them.

"Not that many, Rachel, we lack enthusiasm," Mark, their young player coach, informed me glumly.

It seemed apparent to me that they just needed their spirits lifting. I then recalled that athletes abstained from sex before a game or event. That said, my fellow Cougar suggested otherwise and from experience. Did she really take on all eight of them? If so, there was hardly any ice to break.

"You just need something to inspire you," I said, smiling at Mark and then the others, all of whom seemed to get what I meant.

"Songs are all well and good," I said, "but what lifts spirits and leaves one elated?" I proffered, before I knelt up and amongst them all, noticing, as I did, the odd tenting in several pairs of shorts.

"I think Rachel wants to be our friendly mascot," exclaimed Ralph, he being one of four tall black youths. Don't think badly of me reader, but, since they were from a college, I figured they would have to be at least 18 years of age; one thing for sure, they all knew exactly what they were doing.

Licking my lips, I enquired as to how long the journey was. ‘45 minutes,' Mark informed me. Quickly calculating things, I surmised it would be six minutes with each, meaning that, if I wanted full enjoyment, not just for myself, it would mean two at a time at least.

Having had some idea from my Cougar Club associate of what I was getting into, I forewent wearing a bra or thong. Subsequently, my pussy was creaming at the prospect as I uncovered the first two of the eight cocks, followed by a third. Wasting no time, as there was that little, I sucked one while I stroked the other two; moving from one to the other, I presently had all eight hard erections exposed.

As I continued to move around them, hands reached under the yolk of my dress to feel my shapely breasts while others behind me stroked my pussy and ass cheeks, as well as that of my puckered anus.

"Hurm," I moaned, both from what they were doing and being surrounded by so much youthful cock, none of them, when I did fellate them, using their hand to over encourage me.

Having enjoyed the entrée; their vibrant cocks, Mark had me sit back up, and I was quickly relieved of my dress.

As I was laid back against two of them, the looks I now got suggested they were almost in awe of my beauty. Almost immediately, my breasts were covered by a hand on either side, while my legs were pulled apart. Knelt in front of me, Mark soon had his tongue sliding up and down my wet gash, flicking and teasing my clit in a most delicious way.

"Fuck me, come on, two of you in me at the same time," I proffered, the unknown sex aspect, in public and on a moving train, having gotten me quite aroused.

Getting me on all fours, I had a black cock at both ends; my pussy and mouth. They fucked me in perfect rhythm, with one going in one end while the other pulled out. Eventually swaying me back and forth with the rhythm of the train, the one in my mouth occasionally nudged the head past my oesophagus.

Taking themselves from me, neither one of them having yet cum, I immediately received another pair - the one behind me, easing two of his fingers up my anus as he fucked my pussy and stroked my clit. ‘Fuck me,' my mind encouraged them, as I teetered on the edge of a glowing climax, and as it took control, I lowered my shoulders and went into rapt orgasm.

"I think Rachel's cumming," announced one of the others, to a round of applause. I was only glad that no ticket collector came to check ours, especially with what happened next.

At the second change over, Mark lay underneath me, my slick pussy sliding down his rigid cock with ease. ‘At last, some improvement on being ‘spit roasted', ' I figured, only to have a different black cock occupy my mouth and a second one join Mark in my pussy.

‘That's more like it,' I thought to myself, although a cock up my ass would be just as satisfying, only for two fingers to find their way there instead.

‘Oh fuck, yes, all my senses, bar my tits being stimulated at the same time.' A fresh flow of cum soon seeped down my thighs as I came for them, my clit being stroked quite skilfully.

Taking his fingers from my ass and his cock from my pussy, I then felt it slide into my anus. ‘Oh fuck, God, yes, fuck me, fuck me, all of you fuck me,' I continued to mindfully encourage.

Presently, the one in my backside gripped my hips, and gave it to me piston like, his hot spunk soon erupting in my tight asshole.

"Hurrah," those sat around watching cheered, as he withdrew himself from me, one of whom immediately filled the void in my butt and gave it the same vibrant shafting.

"Oh fuck," the other two soon exclaimed, and moments after, Mark, in my pussy, released his hot sticky cum inside me, followed by the one in my mouth. ‘Well, I at least got to taste one of them,' I regaled to myself, as the one in my mouth drew his cock from me.

Figuring there was about 15 minutes before we pulled into the next station - that being the one they were headed for - I moved over one of the remaining four youths, each of whom sported a magnificent erection, only for him to turn me around, and then drop me onto his firm cock; whereupon, the head slid into my asshole with ease.

A second one quickly filled my mouth while the third and forth took turns in my sodden cunt. All four of them, in a ‘classic' triple penetration, fucked me hard and fast, which soon had me cumming; my cunt contracting around the one fucking it, which consequently embolden him to release his warm spunk inside me.

After that, the one I was sucking swapped with the other one, and before long they were both hosing my orifices with their creamy jism while the forth, yet to climax, continued reaming my ‘backdoor'.

"Hurry up, Steve," Mark addressed him, suggesting they weren't too long from their stop.

"If you want him to cum, Mark, Rachel, you need to suck him off," Ralph informed us; more to the point me, and, in front of the others.

Helping me up off him, I turned around, knelt over young Steve, and soon had his cock in my mouth; ass juice and all.

"Emngh," I murmured encouragement, as I worked my lips up and down his firm warm vibrant shaft, all the while cupping and fondling his heavy balls.

"Yes, oh, fuck yes, Rachel," he soon cried out. Then, as I felt his cock head spasm, I concentrated my attentive lips on the bottom part, and was pleasantly rewarded with several gushes of warm creamy spunk, each one splashing against the roof of my mouth before landing on my tongue and Steve's pulsing shaft. Eagerly, I sucked and swallowed, savouring every last drop as I drained his youthful cock dry.

Finished, there was just enough time for Steve to get dressed before the others and he all left me. I was still naked, apart from my sandals, as I watched them make their way to the station's exit, thereafter onto the host's venue. As they did, I waved and smiled at them, my noticeable breasts catching the eye of the odd one or two commuters who were stood on the platform. ‘Well, that most certainly was different,' I thought to myself.

Having closed the window, I couldn't help but notice the smell of sex on me as I put my dress on. Since I didn't have a mirror in my purse, I furthermore couldn't see how bedraggled my hair was, nor that my make-up had been smudged.

Returning to the seated carriage, I drifted down the aisle, attracting stern glances from most of the passengers; what with the heat, the scent of my sex mingled with that of the youths who'd cum up me, no doubt wafted around.

Finding an empty seat next to a young man, I sat down, smiling provocatively at what I had just done. 10 minutes later, we arrived at the next station. There, I got off and made my way to the opposite platform, marvelling to myself, as I did, what I had just been involved in; a most thrilling gangbang.

Epilogue:

Arriving home, I had a leisurely shower, my thoughts returning to the events of the morning as I washed the smell of sex from my body before Ray got back from his golf. ‘Emn, yes, fuck me Mark, Steve...' I swooned, as my fingers stroked my pussy.

Eventually finished, and wearing a towelling robe and with a towel wrapped around my hair, I searched the internet to find out if my performance inspired the youths to win their game; it did.

Phoning the Cougar Club member who put me onto them, she directed my attention to a film entitled ‘Black Emanuelle', wherein, the female protagonist had sex with a similar group of youths on a train; the movement of the wheel's piston intimating the force with which she was being fucked.

As I said at the start, the above event may not have occurred after my gangbang by the truckers. Thinking back, though, I wonder what the 8 youths reaction would have been if I had worn my red zip up dress and leather boots. The mind boggles...!