Dullahan

>Riding the packed car
>There's a giant snake tail infront of you and a hefty, unbelievably soft pair of breasts behind
>Just sort of stand there awkwardly
>Try not to think about the fact that the breasts are getting heavier, like she's leaning more weight on you
>To cramped to turn around and say something
>The train jolts, andthe taller woman falls almost ontop of you, the snake tail all that's holding you up, all that's holding her up
>You go to appologise as you struggle to stand, when you feel soft hands start caressing your body, slipping under your shirt and pinching a nipple
>You gasp and squirm. Is she one of the fabled train molesters?
>Suddenly, your world is very small.
>Just you an her, and this immovable hunk of snakeflesh in front that blocks you off from every one else, and obscures you from Belly-button down
>The hands go lower
>You manage to twist just enough to catch your assailant.
>Tall, but you knew that. Busty, but you knew that. In a shirt buttoned up only as far us under her breasts, her cleavage spilling out, barely clothed enough to be decent, the nipple, hard and just hidden, her pink areola on display.
>She's not wearing a bra, but you knew that.
>Her shirt is tucked tight into her short skirt which barely comes down half past her thick thighs, clad in black stockings. Short enough that flashing her panties is a real risk
>You hear heeled office shoes clack on the metal of the train floor as it throws its passengers around.
>But what draws your attention the most is her lusty grin, as she looks down at you from a pair of glasses
>She takes her glasses off and leans low, licking your ears as her fingers work your zipper
>"Keep quiet now, boy. Do you want the whole carriage to know there's a delicious piece of meat here, horny and hard?"
>You swallow, and shake your head.
>She growls, low, sultry. "Turn around. Face the front. And keep your mouth shut."
>You nod, and face the front, gulping as her hand slips into your pants and she starts stroking your semi-hard erection
>You want to cry as she pulls it out of your pants, your cock now bared for the world to see if only they'd bother to look
>Her hands are soft and warm, your cock slick and hard
>She lifts her chest so that her breasts rest on your shoulders, the arm not busy jerking you off, is playing with your nipple
>Her breath is hot in your ear, and she gives the inside a lick, sending sparking sensation up and down your spine, "I always wondered why boys felt so good here" She gives it a pinch, "You know that this is for girls, right? Ara, but you're so manly down here," she squeezes your shaft for emphasis, "Isn't the male body such a beautiful thing?"
>"You're close now, aren't you. Cum for me, stain my naught hand in your white manjuices"
>You gasp, ragged, right upon the precipice of orgasm, "B-but the lamia..."
>You don't get to even finish the sentence as you blast your hot load all over the snake tail infront of you
>The hot cum alerts the snake lady to something, but she's so far away she can't look to see what the wetness is.
>You bet she knows though. Slutty monsters.
>"Fufu, did it feel good? Did you actually enjoy being raped on the train? You came all over that poor lady too."
>You blush furiously, but deny her an answer. Why was this train ride so long?
>She squirms a lot,like she'd grinding her body against you, or something. Wondering what your rapist is up to now, you try to turn back when her hand covers your mouth
>It blocks the scream when her voice comes up from between your legs
>"Ara, did I scare you."
>You see her face now. She's quite beautiful, in a mature sort of way. She certainly doesn't look like a rapist, her long hair tied back in a neat, even pretty ponytail
>Her arm is between your legs, holding her own head, and she giggles as the wheels grind in your mind.
>Dullahan
>"Ah. You know what I am now, don't you?" She grins.
>It can't be good for your heart to have random women pull their heads off right in front of you, but you calm down soon enough, and settle for a glare
>Her eyes sparkle at your defiance, and she gives your flaccid cock a kiss
>You moan into her hand as she molests your over-sensitive cock with her mouth, her tongue flicking around the head
>While you're still soft, she opens her mouth and pushes her head into your crotch, her nose butting up against your groin, forehead on your belly
>Her body thrusts into you with her wide, curvy hips, making you thrust into her mouth
>With her tight, warm throat and masterful tongue lapping around the base of your cock, you harden inside her
>You just relax into the soft, warm body of the older woman and let her have her way with you, too worked up at the moment to resist, unsure if you even want to
>You settle for a soft string of moans, inaudible in the bustle of the train carriage, and the woman pulls her head off your cock to look up at you
>A heartwrenching dissappointment washes over you as you leave the tight warmth of her throat, but it's quickly pushed aside by what she says next.
>"Hold me for a moment."
>"W-what?"
>"Hold me for a moment." She repeats. You realize you're crossing a line here. You can't complain about this later. You're just a slut who'd fuck an older woman on a crowded train, but it feels too good to care
>You take her head in your hands and she smiles up at you, as her body behind you places its hands over yours, holding her head in place
>She guides you with her hands and with her hips, sliding her head onto your cock like a throat-onahole
>The two of you work out a rhythm, and you begin to rapidly skullfuck the woman.
>Or... she begins to skull fuck you. With herself. You don't really know. Dullahans, man
>Either way, with her hands holding your hands holding her head, she thrusts her hips into yours, pushing your dock deeper down her throat, until the cool air to the carriage is felt on the head of your cock
>Rather than long strokes, she settles in for a fast, quick, shallow pace, jerking you off with her head, deepthroating you
>You ride the waves of electric sensation, and her body shakes as if laughing, but you don't know why. you don't care either.
>It's not until her arms hug you close to her that you realize why she's laughing
>It's all you now.
>You're thrusting your thick cock down pristine Dullahan throat-pussy, she's not forcing you to do anything
>You slam your hips into her face one last time and and spend your second load, pulling out as you do so, to coat her face in hot ropes of cum.
>Her face a mess now, cum dribbling out the bottom of her throat onto the floor of the train, you pass her head back, your dick well and truly spent.
>She puts her head back in face, her cum-glazed face smirking at you.
>She grabs you by the shoulders and forcibly spins you, so that she's leaning on you, chest to chest, her weight smothering you
>You watch as her finger trails up to collect the seed you wasted on her face and you gulp as she slips the finger into her mouth, lapping down the rest
>"My, you made such a mess on a woman's face. Didn't your mother ever teach you manners?"
>"Maybe I should teach you some manners in her place." Her thick thigh comes up to the side of your hips, and her leg hooks around your own, locking you in with her, her pelvis up against yours
>She tips your head back for a kiss, claiming your mouth as hers this time, her tongue slipping in and toying with your own, you can still vaguely taste yourself on her
>She holds you to her in a hug again, and hikes the front of her skirt up. She grinds her hips against yours. Your limp cock slipping between her legs, her sopping pussy rubbing against the length of your shaft
>You whine into the kiss as your traitorous cock goes hard a third time.
>And she only laughs. Laughs and grins, her lips curling in satisfaction.
>She continues to thigh-fuck you to full mast, your dick rubbing against the softness of her stockings, she only stops when she feels your precum soaking into her panties
>She breaks the kiss and you gasp for air as her hand comes down to grab at the thin black fabric covering her panties, giving your cock a playful stroke as she does
>The fabric tears, and she pushes her lacy panties to the side, and spreads her soaking pussy lips wide, her pink walls twitching, begging for you
>Not that you have any say in the matter. She lines your cock up with her womanhood, and thrusts into you with her hips
>She takes you to the hilt, and you moan into her cleavage,
>Her walls coil and twitch, hug and kiss you. The woman sighs, and rests her cheek against the top of your head, hugging you into her bosom
>She starts thrusting with her wide, child-birthing hips, and you pull her skirt up around her hips and guide yourself into her with both hands buried in the flesh of her ass
>She has to bite her bottom lip to stop from crying out, desperate to keep you and this moment all to herself
>You roll your hips into hers, your cock spearing into the tight depths of the elderly woman, her drooling cunt making an even worse mess of your pants
>You realize now that you're going to stink of her love juices all day
>You occupy your hands with rolling and massaging her ass cheeks, squeezing and smacking
>You push to free your head from her suffocating grip, and you work at her cleavage with your mouth, peeling her shirt back, and taking a nipple into your own mouth, biting it playfully, circling it with your tongue
>You work to keep all your movements small, tiny, burying yourself balls deep in her quivering cunt and staying there.
>You even hook her skirt on a finger and pull it back down over your hands
>To any one else it looks like two passengers in uncomfortable proximity to each other, thanks to cramped trains
>If they ignore the misty eyes, red faces, wet smacking and your hands all over her large ass
>You continue to thrust up into her, her leg tight around your own, keeping you close
>With your vision obscured and darkened by her breasts, your other senses pick up the slack. the intensity of her cunt heightens, you map out a clear image in your mind of each of her inner folds as you glide past them. The way she sounds when she's shakily breaking. The quiet whines and moans as this anonymous woman fuck you
>The scent of her perfume, only light, the way she really smells under neath it.
>You etch it all into your mind as you climax nears
>Her walls tighten, and she gasps, "G-gonna... gonna cum!"
>Her grip on your head tightens crushingly as she fights the urge to scream her orgasm
>Your own balls churn as you prepare to dump your raw load into her willing womb
>You slam her hips into you one last time, fingers buried in her ass, and nuzzle into her cleavage
>Her cunt juices itself on your thick cock and the two of you reach climax at the same moment
>Your cock throbs and bounces as you blast her womb with your seed, errant thoughts in the back of your mind musing about how great it would be to get this bombshell pregnant of your child
>Her walls quiver and quake as your orgasm pierces through her own, her cervix kissing the head of your cock as you paint her baby factory white, directly, flooding her insides so full it flows back out, the tightness of her pussy all that's keeping it in.
>When the torrential spurts of seed run their course, when you've claimed her most intimate depths, you sigh, and feel the dullahan slump over you.
>"Today wasn't a safe day, you know." She grins, "What if you got me pregnant?"
>"Why do you sound so pleased?"
>"Who knows."
>You begin to go soft, and she unhooks her leg, slides your cock out of her thoroughly creampied pussy, and slides her panties back over her lips, keeping your load inside.
>She tucks your flaccid cock back into your pants affectionately, and does the zipper up
>You reluctantly pull your hands away from her ass.
>"Aww, what's that look for? Did you enjoy a stranger raping you so much?"
>You blush at her chiding words, and go to turn your head away, when she catches your chin, and pulls you into a deep kiss as the train doors open
>"I enjoyed it too." She slips a business card into your front pocket, "Here's my number. Give it a call if you ever want me to rape you again <3"
>The stranger leaves and the carriage empties, leaving you alone until the next stop. You take the card out and look at the number. With a grin, you slip it into your wallet.