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Story: Troublemaker
Author: Pervitron



"C'mon Shelly, not pigtails, I'll get punched out"  

Oh, she was hot today, walking out of our bedroom like she was on a
runway.   White cotton top and skirt, with a bare midriff.
"Columbia" in blue letters across her chest: we'd be playing with
coed snatch, boys.  The skirt was short enough to show off her long
dancer legs.  White, out of the box sneakers completed the overall
look of some spoiled rich girl, alone in the big city, far away from
the daddy that paid for it all. 

Delights underneath.  She turned around and bent over slowly.  Her
skirt was short enough that just the tiniest, most innocent bend
started to reveal her panties. You couldn't miss them. Electric blue
panties jumped out from beneath the white skirt. Lace panties, and
as she continued to bend she revealed a vine of small lace kisses
all over her tight, firm ass.

My wife was hot, very hot.  I felt like forgetting our outing, doing
her right there on the hardwood floor.  But I knew from long
experience with her that things would be better if we had a little
fun first.  I got hard imagining doing her later, the way her voice
teases me while I'm inside her pussy, the teasing little whispers
about the people we toy with, and the trouble she causes

I just had a bad feeling looking at the pigtails.  I feel like we're
on safer ground with the total slut look.  This was too ambivalent;
a guy concentrating on her face might see her as too young and
innocent.  Things get out of hand then. "I know what guys are like,
honey, and it's dangerous to move off the slut look.  Why don't you
let your hair down, and trade in the sneakers for some high
pumps..." Not to mention that this is the look that I like.  "...And
throw on some cheap jewelry, too."

"Think I don't know what guys are like, how to keep them under
control?"  Foolish of me, I had to admit she's on her home field
here.  Shelly is just 20, but she's probably seen the eyes of a
hundred men as they climaxed inside her.  She knows how we're put
together deep inside, and can play to either our balls or our
hearts. A look from her eyes and a movement of her lips can make me
feel like a rabid dog; Just a downward glance, a tear, and a quiver
in those same lips turns another switch inside me - now nothing
matters but fixing whatever is causing her unhappiness.  "C'mon, I
want to try this look," batting her little doe eyes. "Besides, those
big bad men will have all this to look at," running her hands
sensuously up along her thighs, lifting her skirt slightly. 

My heart jumped.  Who the fuck would be looking at her hair?


The New York City subway is our playground.  Occasionally we do
other things, like flashing in the car or a blowjob behind a museum
exhibit.  Those are fun, but we've found that nothing gets us off
like some subway action.  We have a captive audience during the
40-minute ride from Queens to lower Manhattan.  We have plenty of
time to put on our own little drama, and protected by anonymity, men
in the crowd let themselves get into it. 

I walk her to the station, enjoying the way the men in the streets
stare at her. When we descend into the subway we separate, but stay
within sight of each other.  While we're waiting on the platform I
scope out the crowd.  I get my first stirrings by watching men watch
her.  The white cotton outfit makes her stand out like an angel from
the dirt and grime. I see the glances across the top of folded
newspapers, and try to guess who'll get lucky today.  You never
know.

The next train comes.  I get into the same car as she does. Its rush
hour, so all of the seats are taken, but it's still early enough to
get your choice of standing spots.  Standing is what we want.  I
stay near the center of the car and watch her find her place near
forward end.   There are two seats with their backs to the side wall
between the foremost platform door and the door leading to the next
car.  An old woman in her sixties is sitting in the seat closest to
the door and a boy of about 13 is sitting next to her.  Shelly takes
her position in front of the old woman.  Perfect.

After a few stops the train gets more full. I move towards Shelly
and take my position within a few feet of her, near the door next to
the old lady.  I wasn't alone. Funny, once Shelly took her place,
the center of gravity started shifting in the car.  For some reason
men seemed drawn to our end of the car, I found it amusing to watch
them enter, find a place, look around, spot Shelly, and find this
urge to move. Pervert that I am, I root some men forward with my
mind, men with that real hungry look that makes for hot action.

Today would be good.  A tall lean black guy in his mid twenties
takes up position on Shelly's right, in front of the sitting boy.
He was in his early 20's, well built, wearing a Chicago Bulls
T-Shit.  Even though Shelly wasn't looking, and appeared
disinterested, I knew she liked Bulls.  I know her type.  And Bulls
certainly liked her - I had watched him get on all the way at the
other end of the car.  Once he saw Shelly his eyes stayed on her,
and he started this way.

Now it was fairly crowded.  Two business types are behind Shelly.
Old guys, I had the feeling that this was the closest they've been
to top shelf pussy in weeks.  One guy is in his forties, thin with
glasses and a laptop computer.  The other guy is a bit older and
heavier, thick and stocky, with a Grey beard. With the enclosing
crowd, we were all pushed closer together, one of the businessmen,
the computer guy, reaches a hairy arm above Shelly's bare shoulder
to grab the hanging strap above her.  As the train rocked, she
slowly moved towards him, so that he pigtails and neck brushed his
arm every so slightly.  The touch that maddens.

We're packed tightly now: myself, Shelly, Bulls, and the two
businessmen behind her.  I watch Shelly as she starts to slowly rub
her shoulder into the arm thats hanging over her.  I'm facing her,
and I can see both her and his face behind her.  He's not moving his
arm; he's enjoying the slight contact with such a hot young coed.
When she has his full attention, she works on the others.  There's a
subway map on the wall above the old lady's face.  She leans forward
and studies it, arching her back, hanging lower on the strap above.
The loose cotton top hangs out slightly, exposing more of her dark,
shapely belly.  The old lady doesn't seem to care, but the
13-year-old boy next to her certainly does.

The old woman sitting next to him must the boy's grandmother - she's
on his case about school, something about how important grades are,
and how disappointed she is in him.  He's a typical boy, just tuning
Grandma out.  Junior slouches low in the chair, hands in the pockets
of his shorts, and his eyes almost hidden beneath long blond hair.
That is, hidden until Shelly started hanging forwards, because from
his low vantagepoint on the seat, he's looking upward at Shelly's
exposed chest.  His eyes locked onto to her.

Things are ready now.  The train is fully loaded.  We're at the last
local stop in Queens, about to begin the first of a few long express
runs.  Its time to get some action going.    

The doors close behind me, and when the train moves into the express
tunnel I make my move.  While Shelly is leaning towards the map over
grandma's head, I move slightly behind her, and so the total effect
is to bring her closer to the door.  I slide my arm down her back
onto her ass and start caressing it, kneading it through the soft
cotton.  Now every man in the car, particularly Bulls and the two
businessmen, have had their attention riveted to her body since they
got on the train, so they see what's going on.  Their eyes light up.
Even Junior realizes what's happening.

For a moment, Shelly stays rigid as I fondle her ass.  She stops
moving, and hangs still in front of Grandma and Junior.  She starts
to act ... annoyed.  This is where it takes off.  She sighs, as if
she's pissed off, sick and tired of this, she can't stand when some
filthy pig paws and gropes her on the subways.  Never mind she's
dressed to attract just this sort of hassle.

The men see me, and they notice her reaction.  Bulls isn't looking
at her ass anymore, he's looking at her face.  And at mine. On the
edge, and I can see the calculation in his eyes: He's already
figured he can kick my ass, stand up for the little lady, and maybe
have a few months worth of grateful young pussy. I get a little
shiver, since men get protective around some girls.  But he's back
looking at her, all of her, measures her cleavage and short skirt
and realizes just how much flesh she's offering. The little miss is
a little tease.  I can see it in his eyes.  Fuckin' bitch is a
whore!

So Bulls reached his hand down and grabbed her ass too, his big
black hand joining the fun.  I let go, and he slowly reached his
hand down her thigh, and drew the thin skirt back up, exposing her
blue lace panties and butt flesh for all to see.  I glanced at
Shelly's face, and while she grew visibly more upset at such a clear
outrage, I could see the hazy look of arousal in her eyes. This was
everything she wanted. She loved being the center of bad attention,
the bad girl teasing men to do bad things.

And everyone was looking!  The two businessmen stared slack jawed,
imagining their hands and the way those lovely cheeks would feel.
Comparing the shape and texture of those cheeks against what they
had at home.  Grandma stopped lecturing Junior; suddenly, she
realized what was going on, and right in front of her.  The nerve!
All she saw was the big black man, and a young girl who was upset.
She wasn't a man, so while she noticed the young coed still in
pigtails, she missed the other signals Shelly was giving off.  The
"C'mon and fuck me!" signals.  Grandma saw just a young girl only a
few years older than Junior being assaulted.  She wasn't going to
stand for this, not as a civilized woman on her train.

"Stop that!  Leave that girl alone!"  She started to get up as she
said this, and confront Bulls directly.

Bulls didn't let her get all the way up.  He leaned over and got
right in the old lady's face:  "Mind your fuckin' business, you old
cunt," spitting the words at her through bared teeth.  She recoiled
as if she were shot, shocked.

The screws were tightening.  As Bulls resumed his fondling, now free
from any interference, Shelly started acting more annoyed.  But I
knew she was excited; we'd done things like this many times in the
past, and I knew that this was the part she loved.  "I love it when
I bring their inner rapist out, when men start acting like wild
dogs."  She started to bring her hands down off the strap, and would
"try" to fight him off.  

That was my queue.  I grabbed one of the hands that were now behind
her.  Just before it reached Bulls hand, I took it by the wrist and
turned her arm up into her back.  Gently, but that's not the way it
looked - everyone else saw her turn rigid with pain, arching
backwards as I pushed her chest hard against the subway door.  She
was pinned, trapped and helpless.  I looked across her at Bulls and
said, "I'll hold her."  I listened closely to her breathing; short,
quick breaths that sounded to everyone else like terror.  But I knew
she was hot inside.

The air in the car was charged now.  I held Shelly against the door,
held her tight while Bulls started fondling her again, reaching his
fingertips beneath her panties, and feeling the delight of her soft
cheeks.  Oh, Shelly has a nice ass, and here it was. Exposed for all
to see on a crowded subway.  This was her dream, a secret wish she
told me about, and here we made it happen. This was just inches
across from Grandma's face; She was still staring lifeless at the
event, seemingly unable to believe what was happening, but she
wasn't looking away.  And Junior!  Junior was bolt upright, leaning
forward so he could leer at Shelly's ass without Grandma blocking
the view.  The 13-year-olds face was flushed red.  Like Bulls, he
had a growing mound in his shots too - the kid had a rocket in his
pocket.

The train moves quickly on its express run, and even at the next
stop, the doors on this side wouldn't open.  We planned it that way,
so there would be plenty of time.  Bulls pulls the waistband of his
shorts down, and exposed his huge black cock.  I swear I could hear
an audible gasp as we realized what was going to happen.

I held her hand tightly against her lower back.  Bulls took one hand
off her ass and grabbed one of her pigtails.  He kept the other down
there, as he moved against Shelly's back.  "He looked as me with
fire in his eyes and said "Hold the bitch tight!"  Shelly heard that
and she just.... Melted.  Christ, this was hot, the prospect of this
big man reaming her ass right here and now had my dick stiff.
Shelly, Bulls and I were pressed close; I could feel his hot breath
as he reacted to the feel of her buttery assflesh on the tip of his
dick.  I couldn't see what was going on down there, whether he was
inside her or not, but I could see the reaction on the men near us.
Like a heard sensing a storm in the air.   Some were sizing us up
like Bulls measured me, and I could see the same measurement of
Shelly; was she worth a beating?  Or, like scavengers, just hang
back and enjoy the spoils.  It wasn't even close - the sight of her
exposed ass there for the taking overwhelmed all other feelin gs.
They'd be in ther after us; they were waiting like a pack of wolves.

"Don't move, cunt!"  I said, loud enough for everyone.  "You fuckin'
cockteaser, here it comes!"  Junior heard every word. His eyes had a
dreamlike look as he watched the big black man enjoy a piece of ass.
"Please stop, someone help me!"  Shelly said, gulping air like she
was drowning.  Fat chance, no one would try to help.  Men watched,
half sick, half thrilled, their animal juices reacting to the
primitive scene. And through the crowd of men I could even see a
woman or two, sheepish almost hiding the crowd, too weak to protest,
too fearful of the men in the car turning on her.  

My face was too close to Shelly's face, and to Bull's face, to see
what was happening down there.  Later on, Shelly told me.  That
night, while I was rock hard inside her she told me what it felt
like.  He didn't fuck her in the ass - he just slid her lace panties
down, and pushed his dick into the crevices and creases between her
ass and thighs.  She felt his head slide threw her pelvis along the
underside of her hairy cunt!  "Tell me more honey," as I started
that night to rock slowly inside her pussy.  She whispered and grew
wetter as she told me.

"All I could feel was this big thing pushing itself between my legs.
I knew your face was behind me, and I loved the sound of your voice
as you called me a cunt.  I looked down at the old lady and at the
little boy sitting next to her.  He just kept looking at my ass, at
what was happening down here.  Such an intense look, so sexual, the
way he watched Bulls pushing into me. Right next to Junior's face I
could see an old man rubbing secretly in his pants pocket. I knew
the boy would never forget this, that the sight of me being forcibly
taken before all these men was making a deep imprint on his soul.
He'll think of me whenever a girl makes him hard."

"Oh, Shelly, you bitch, you cunt!"  Like little love bites in her
ear, I feel like my cock will explode

"So wet I was back there.  The boy watched me so intently, and every
few seconds he'd look up from my ass and we'd lock eyes.  We were
staring at each other when Bulls came.  You see, the boy knew in his
gut that I liked it, he knew I really didn't want help.  He watched
me so closely. He saw the ripple of pleasure that spread across my
face when Bulls emptied himself all over the inside front of my
skirt."

All the while she was telling me all this I was fucking her wet
pussy. God, I'm so lucky having a hot little slut like this for a
wife.



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