A memory within a memory…
At night, my friend and I boarded a train. It was a 5-hour journey to St. Petersburg, so there was no point in going to sleep. We were in high spirits, having had a great weekend,… we took our side seats in the open-plan carriage, specifically the first seats by the compartment where the carriage attendant was holed up… we looked at the dark night outside the window and started a heartfelt conversation, naturally, about sex.
I decided to tell her about an incident that happened to me, and I began with these words:
The lights colored the winter darkness, there was no one else at the stop but me. Anxious. Probably half an hour passed, and I no longer knew what to do, when suddenly a car pulls up, the driver opens the door and asks:
— Need a ride?
— Thanks, no need…
— It's free, I just feel sorry for you, standing there freezing!
— Well, actually, it's not that far for me…
— All the more reason! Get in, don't be afraid, I won't bite.
You won't believe it, but I agreed, trusted him, and got into his car. Finally, it was warm, music was playing, and, as I remember now, there was a little Christmas tree air freshener with a vanilla scent hanging from the mirror. I laughed coquettishly, smiled, thanked him, talked all sorts of nonsense, for example, that no one was waiting for me at home and I could be out somewhere until one in the morning… to which he suddenly replied:
— If that's the case, can I take you to the ends of the earth?
— How romantic. And where is this 'ends of the earth'?
The man sharply turns the car around and we drive in a direction unknown to me. — Don't be afraid, you'll be home by one o'clock-he said.
The car raced at breakneck speed on the icy asphalt, my heart started pounding, I fell silent like a mouse in complete confusion. We passed a traffic police post, turned onto a country road, and the signs frightened me with their directions to the Leningrad region.
— God, where are we going? Wait, we didn't agree on this! — I became so scared, the bloodiest pictures of my death began to form in my head, from shock or horror, I obediently rode to my death, not even trying to scream or jump out of the car.
— Why are you so scared? — he smirked-we're going to my dacha, it's not far from here, but there's a house, we'll light the stove, you yourself said you didn't even know how to thank me, well, here's your chance.
— Please, let's go back to the city, I don't want to go to the ends of the earth!
Apparently, my face was so frightened that he took pity and turned the car around. Driving back into the city district, we turned into some back alley, and he stopped the car. Honestly, I felt relieved, at the sight of the city's Khrushchyovka buildings I even sighed with relief, as if it was all over. He reached out his hand to my face and stroked my cheek:
— Don't be afraid, what's wrong? Everything will be fine… you'll like it, come to me.
I sat pressed into the seat and understood what would happen next, and what he wanted. This guy wasn't particularly big, skinny and smiled impudently… he had fluffy red mustaches on his face and I also remembered a large birthmark on his neck… I wasn't afraid of him, really, he didn't seem like a malicious maniac. (By the way, it later turned out he was a cop)
He said he didn't have much time, suddenly grabbed me by the neck and tilted my head to kiss me. I clenched my lips. He tried for a long time to get his tongue into my mouth and at the same time unbuttoned my fur coat. Suddenly he sharply slipped his hand under my sweater and I felt how skillfully he squeezed my nipple, moving my bra aside. My breasts are an erogenous zone, I can even come just from touching them, and as if by pressing a magic button, I got high and opened my mouth, mentally said to myself 'come what may' and we started kissing, literally swallowing each other's tongues. Without breaking from my lips, the driver completely took off my fur coat, and I raised my arms so he could pull my sweater off.
The car windows instantly fogged up, even though the heater was on full blast… my seat was reclined all the way and its back was against the rear seat… I lay there with my tits bare, and he diligently licked them, tickled me with his mustache and breathed so excitedly…
— You have great tits-he muttered and bit my nipples.
I just moaned and arched even more, there was a taste of adrenaline, fear, and lust in my mouth. He started pulling down my pants along with my tights and panties… in the end, he exposed my thighs, opened my pubic area, which was so indecently unshaven, I didn't know I was going to get fucked… red hairs curled indecently on my pussy. The lowered pants constrained and 'tied' my legs, but the guy easily shoved his hand between my thighs and started rubbing the edge of his palm between my labia.
— You bitch-he said quietly, lustfully — what a whore, you like it, bitch, don't you? Say it… you slut.
It was the first time I'd been called that and I didn't even know how to react. He laid his head on my chest and licked my tits, shoving his fingers into my crotch. I lifted my hips and he literally started pounding me with his hand, shoving three or four fingers into my vagina. I moaned, writhed under him, there were moments of arousal, which were abruptly replaced by cold thoughts "what's happening? what is he doing? I need to go home"
The guy unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock, I can't say it was gigantic in size, quite the opposite. Putting my hand on his cock, he ordered me to jerk him off, I started moving my hand feeling how hard and warm he was. His eyes were like an animal's, he looked at me so predatorily, from the touch to his cock he moaned out loud and started pulling my hair:
— Oooh bitch, come on, come on… — with his fingers he went into my mouth, started stretching my lips, made me suck his fingers, then started choking me by grabbing my neck and thrust his hips even more, shoving his cock into my hand — will you take it in your mouth? Will you suck?
I shook my head negatively, and for that he squeezed my neck even more, saying-'you will, you will, where are you going to go'
Bending my head down with both hands and not letting me catch my breath from the choking, he impaled my mouth on his cock, I pressed my tongue against the head and moaned… I remember that bitter taste of urine and the pungent smell… I was 19, but I didn't know how to suck then, and didn't show any initiative and apparently because of that, he let me go and reached for a condom. I obediently waited for him to put on the rubber…
— Turn your ass, I want to fuck you doggy style!!!
I immediately obeyed and turned around grabbing the seat headrest, my legs were still bound at the knees by the lowered pants, I felt awkward… Sticking out my bare ass to him, I froze in anticipation… watched how the rear window was fogged up, through which yellow streetlights shone… he was fumbling around there… I obediently waited. He positioned himself behind and started moving his cock between my buttocks, businesslike spread my ass cheeks with his hands and inserted it into me all the way at once. I felt his cock entering me, I held onto the seat with my hands, it was very uncomfortable to stand… there was no pleasure, I was just being fucked… suddenly he started pressing his finger on my anus, that was a first for me… he inserted it halfway and started moving his finger inside. A feeling of huge discomfort made me jerk my ass and ask him not to do that.
— Shut up! or I'll fuck you in the ass! — and he sped up his pace, started fucking sharply both my vagina and my anus with his finger. All my attention was on my anal opening, he twisted it there dry and it was already painful and wildly unfamiliar. After a few minutes he came, I didn't even have time to realize what happened.
Slapping my ass, he sat back behind the wheel and started contentedly pulling off the condom. Standing doggy style for a few more seconds, I started pulling up my panties and tights…
We drove back in silence. A hoarse chanson song was coming from the stereo. I looked out the window and tried to
come to terms with and digest in my head everything that had happened. I got fucked, but somehow cheaply and sloppily, which made it even more humiliating. Fucked by some skinny cop, I can imagine how stupid I looked with my pants down to my knees and sticking my ass out for him. Damn, and I'm the best student in my year at the institute, I'm valued at work and respected as a proud and decent girl who can't even find a boyfriend because her demands for a prince are too high.
He brought me home on time and even suggested meeting again, but I ran out silently, slamming the door of his 'five-series' car.
A month later I was standing at that stop again, although I tried to only take the bus now. A car that seemed familiar to me pulled up to the curb. And just then a tram approached, I jumped into it and started looking out the rear window as the car followed… it was Him. That 'five-series' and that 'vanilla Christmas tree' and those red mustaches. Probably he was on duty and looking for a meeting, or maybe it was a coincidence, or maybe… the tram turned and the car disappeared. We never saw each other again.
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The train clattered loudly with its wheels, my friend sighed, but said nothing… and I wasn't asking for comments anyway. Then she smiled and pointed to the upper bunk opposite us, where a young guy was lying and furiously jerking off under a thin railway blanket to my story. We laughed.
Just then the attendant appeared. He was a 50-year-old Armenian, bald, fat, and sweaty. He called himself Tolik, but most likely he was Tigran or something like that). He came out of his booth where he had been sitting all this time and eavesdropping through the open door, because the distance between us was minimal. Tolya squatted down by my feet and started stroking my knees.
— Tolya is good, Tolya is gentle-he kept saying.
My friend and I laughed, freaking out from what was happening. He started offering free tea, chocolates… we teased him and asked for sausage and cigarettes. He took me by the hand and dragged me to his conductor's compartment for the promised chocolate. As soon as I entered that cubbyhole, he locked the door.
With fat fingers he started reaching under my skirt, again saying-'Tolya-good'… I remember how droplets of sweat ran down his bald head. I laughed and pushed him away, said my friend was waiting for tea… he sat me on the table and started pulling down my panties. The compartment was so small that it was simply impossible to break free and slip out. My bare buttocks felt the cold table, I jerked my legs, which stubbornly spread… The conductor got down on his knees and pounced on my crotch. It felt like he was tormented by thirst, and my pussy was the Bakhchisaray Fountain.
It was both funny and terrible to see a fat man on his knees and feel his tongue between my legs. At first he buried his nose in my pubic area and, growling, made his way to my clitoris. He turned his head from side to side to spread my labia, as his hands dug his fingers into my thighs. The conductor started licking so boldly, sucking, that there was no pleasure from it… and then it was unexpected. I put my hand on his head and started pushing him away, and he muttered something and, smacking his slobbery mouth, continued devouring my pussy. When he grabbed my clitoris with his teeth, I cried out and started protesting loudly, then he pulled away, caught his breath and, wiping sweat from his forehead, asked: "You no like?" — he looked so pitifully, like an offended boy.
— Too fast and very hard and you bite! — I replied, giving him a chance to correct himself.
Tolya smiled and gently stroked my bare thighs, ran his hand over my pubic area, which glistened from his saliva… I leaned back on the table and raised my legs, giving myself to him and hoping for pleasure.
Now he licked slowly. His tongue circled around the hole, went inside and carefully rose to the clitoris. It felt good, only thoughts got in the way, that I might get fucked now or be asked for a blowjob-as a thank you 'like: you for me-me for you', and my friend was waiting.
I focused on the sensations and that allowed me to come quickly, but it turned out somehow forced and strained… Hearing my moans, the conductor smiled contentedly and carefully put my panties back on.
— Was it good for you? Did you come okay? — he said, taking me off the table.
— Mmmm… it's all great, you're great… but my friend is waiting, I need to go to her… thanks, but…
— Let's go, of course… Tolya is good…
I playfully ran my hand over his fly, but everything was calm there and nothing was sticking out. The conductor removed my hand and smiled sheepishly: "but it was good for you, right?"
We left his compartment. My friend had already managed to meet some guy, and the three of us went to smoke in the vestibule, the conductor stayed behind. My flushed cheeks probably gave me away, but no one asked me any questions.
The train was already approaching point 'B', passengers were waking up and distracting Tolya with bedding and boiling water. We just exchanged glances… on the platform I waved goodbye to him and immediately forgot about his existence… although…
You are reading these lines now, which means after all, 5 years later, I remembered him and now he, along with that cop in the car, is on the internet *laughed*… Many will think I am cold and not particularly sexy-your right, but I wrote the pure truth.
The main thing is, there is something to remember! And it doesn't matter if there was arousal or not, because it's NOT ABOUT UTERINE CONTRACTIONS FROM ORGASM!.
Author's e-mail: bеlоckа-dеvоckа@mаil.ru