Seen on a Train (true, nearly)

**johnsmith2007** · June 26th, 2009, 08:10 AM

Seen on a Train

Sorry for those waiting for other stories to finish but I had to write this up having witnessed the incident while travelling between Liverpool Street and Oxford Circus on the London Tube yesterday morning. I have obviously dramatised it but most of the main action actually happened before my, and probably another twenty or so other lucky guys, eyes at about 8.30 today.

I had worked my way through the crush, elbowing the old ladies out of the way in the scrum to get a seat and had just got out my copy of the ?Sun? when I realised some sort of scuffle was taking place. I could hear the spat exclamations of ?Bitch ?and ?cow? being exchanged between two early twenties lovelies who were sandwiched together by the rush hour crowd. Both were dressed to impress the males in the carriage, and obviously liked the slutty minimal look on really hot sweaty days like today. Not wishing to bring more attention to themselves by a slanging match they were hissing in undertones various threats and promises.

The tanned European women with her golden blonde hair was dressed in a white T-shirt, low cut at the top with plenty of bouncing cleavage showing as well as the straps and cups of a lacy red pushup bra, nearly see through due to the amount of sweet being generated by the wearer. She was standing, her toned bare legs spread wide balanced in red stilettos, as the train swayed, with he manicured scarlet tipped fingers on her hips, tight stomach showing above the black belt of her red pleated micro mini skirt. She was glaring and hissing in heavy Polish accented English full into the face of a blue/black African beauty dressed in what looked like one of her boyfriends best shirts, blue and white stripes, sleeves rolled up high, collar and buttons undone and the front open to her navel, with the slits at the side coming so high as to show the thin back line of her thong knickers, the only thing keeping it semi descent being a large blue elasticised belt with an ornate silver buckle. She was cursing back in lowered tones in a thick Nigerian accent while she similarly swayed on her stockingless long legs balanced atop black high heels, rivulets of sweat running down her ebony body in the non- air-conditioned London train.

I had no idea what had caused the argument but my cricket scores were forgotten as I settled in to watch what I hoped would develop. A fortunate sway of the train squashed the two together and the young felines snarled at each other. The train stopped at Bank and though quite a few passengers got off even more got on, crushing the two young ladies firmly together toe to toe and importantly pneumatic breast to pneumatic breast. The blonde?s push bar gave her an advantage as though I would guess the black females full globes were at least a couple of sizes bigger, she was braless and thus with a smug smile the blonde puffed out her chest and rested her mammeries atop the snarling other women?s lower hung milkers. I could see both were still cursing and swearing under their breaths and then suddenly I saw the black women?s eyes widen and she bit her lip to hush a scream. The Polish bitch had snaked a hand through the slit in the side of the African?s shirt/minidress and five scarlet claws were now slowly scratching down the ebony bottom and thigh of the Nigerian. With a wicked smile at the other girls discomfort the tall slim blonde?s nails cut through the thin black cotton string holding together the ebony women?s black thong and the skimpy shred of material floated down to the floor of the train.

However the Polish cows smile was soon wiped off her face and she let out a semi audible gasp, her face going ashen before tears started to swim in her eyes. The right hand of the African was repaying her debt with interest. From where the Polish cat was pressed up against the glass side barrier I could see the claws of the black bitch working furiously under the three inch flyaway pleats of the micromini skirt. Crimson see though lace knickers floated to the floor to join the ruined black thong, and then short strands of short black cunt fur started to fall away as the lacquered and multicoloured French polished nails of the African Tigress went to work on the other young women?s landing strip. Well it was only seconds before the black beauty was also fighting back groans as tears trickled down her cheeks as the blond similarly switched her claws to the obviously more fulsome cunt hair of her foe. The much longer wiry hair of the African showing she had a more cultivated vee of undergrowth compared to the shorter shaved and trimmed sex lips of the white women. Both women were now bathed in sweat due to their exertions, their cloths becoming translucent as they panted with built up sexual tension, breast rising and jostling as they struggled jammed together in the un-air-conditioned train, forty feet below London

At Saint Paul?s no one got off and the two guys right by the door stopped anyone from getting on. They like me wanted to see this finish undisturbed by anyone who might object to our entertainment. As the train started off and with both girls now weeping openly as they had shredded and plucked each other bald and their talons were now scratch and twisting cunt lips the acceleration of the train pushed them even hared together . As they swayed unsteady on the long points of their heels their faces came close, and taking advantage of the situation the Nigerian leant forward and fastened her pearly white teeth onto the lower cherry lip of the blonde. The Polish cat whimpered and the black women did not let go until she had tasted blood. She gave the stricken European a glowing smile, ignoring the torture in her groin, but then as the train speed up again and the two cats were bumped even tighter together it was the blonde?s turn to lunged her head forward. The twenty or so guys who had some sort of view of the intimate close in action all sighed together, Blondie instead of meeting teeth to teeth with the ebony bitch who had bared her fangs in expectation, administered what was obviously the Polish vixen?s speciality, a slurping deep French kiss.

**johnsmith2007** · June 26th, 2009, 08:11 AM

A scarlet python like tong shot out and the blonde swivelled her hips to pin the black, nearly choking the mahogany women with an enormous, deep, long, and very sexy, kiss while she successfully trapped her now back to the doors on the far side of the carriage. While the black Amazon?s eyes shot wide in fear, terror and lust as she was being suffocated by the hormone fired up golden haired bitch, but the blonde was also playing for higher stakes. Lifting up the tail of the striped shirt the Nigerian was wearing as a dress so that I could see the firm round naked rump of the black women clearly pressed against the glass, the other hand of the East European shot out and four steel tipped fingers gouged into the perfect dark hole of the other beauties ass. Ten talons were now at work on the Nigerians coal black sexual orifices as she shuddered and moaned in the clutches of her foe. The African reacted like she was electrified, she seemed to try to stand on tip toe in her already tip toe enforcing stilettos, she shook, and would have screamed if the other cow was not forcing her tong so far down her throat as to engage the gag reflex so she could not bite to rid herself of the other women?s raping embrace.

Eventually when we came to Tottenham Court Road the Polish victrix discarded the now completely shattered black Amazon who dropped to her bottom in the corner by the doors sobbing and whimpering while the blonde tided her dishevelled hair and gave a beaming smile to all the men pushed up close to her. Ignoring the effect she was having on the blood pressure of her nearly all male audience she then lifted her small skirt and examined her scratched and plucked cunt to check on the damaged. I thought my blood pressure was going to burst when she started to rub and pleasure herself, but then to a loud ?Ahhhh? from the male audience the Nigerian lady suddenly knelt forward and started to lick and kiss the damaged sex of the blonde. Well after twenty seconds of ?Ooohs? and ?Hmmms? from the Polish cat as she held the head of the other vixen in place while she brought her mistress towards climax the train came to a stop at the next station.

I had completely lost my bearing at this point and had forgotten as of all things the doors at Oxford Street opened, but this time actually behind the gasping blonde and her kneeling servant. However the African had not forgotten which side the doors opened. As the blonde tottered unsteadily on her points, as she lost the support behind her, the Nigerian stopped suck and kissing, and bought up both sets of her claws into the tanned firmed naked muscled ass of the East European and sank eights talons deep into her shitter making her howls echo about the platform. They then change to shrieks of pure agony as the gleaming white teeth of the ebony beauty bit and chewed at the thrusting hot sex of the near climaxing blonde. As the doors started to close again the black women spat out the chewed and torn sex of her screaming foe, gave her a push so she fell back onto the concrete out of the train, and then with a swiping claw ripped off the small red dress as a memento. As the doors closed shut she left a naked from the waist down crying hysterical blonde, legs spread wide, sat in a pool of her own cunt blood on the platform.

Well I cheered like the rest, and all the guys and nearly all the women present popped a tenner in the open stripy shirt front of the ebony goddess as she sauntered around the hot steaming crowded carriage for our inspection, wiping her own gouged and sore and now bald cunt lips with the remains of the Polish bitches red skirt.

John

Well, not all of it happened quite like that??. but I am allowed a bit of imagination, but they were young and good lookers too, and the minimal clothing is definitely correct from a vivid picture imbedded in my brain, and the blonde did end up sprawled across the platform on her ass.

**Ted Mark** · June 26th, 2009, 11:08 PM

Man, you not only have fantasy under your control, you have a reality making shit happen for you!

Sigh......

Actual White Girl
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Actual Nigerian Girl
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**cage** · June 27th, 2009, 01:11 PM

great train ride, and story...I'm beginning to think we're on the same mental wave, but you're a phase shift ahead...Just like with elevator fight club...I've got a teen internet fight club (a spin off from the Nooner series) that sets up small gang fights on the last car of the Midnight Run in the hot summer under New York...guess I have to ask permission to continue on without stealing another of your great scenarios...

**Ted Mark** · June 27th, 2009, 01:34 PM

please give permission!

When too long goes by without a mr cage or Sega story my friend is sad.

**johnsmith2007** · June 29th, 2009, 08:44 AM

Cage,

Please use as much or as little as you need..... and make me and Ted Very Very Happy!!!!

John

**agraf74** · June 30th, 2009, 05:19 PM

Red Line alert

If all this happens on a regular 6 stations ride in London's Central Line (red line), what can we expect from johnsmith2007's next story, that takes place on the Piccadilly Line (dark blue), from Heathrow Terminal 5 to Cockfosters! whoah, 37 stations!