From my straddled, upright kneeling position, I have full view of her upper body. Her dumb head still completely covered by her nice white sweater pulled up. Some shredded strips of light gray fabric from her shirt barely clinging her midsection. I play with her tits and armpits, while slowly sliding in and out of her pussy.
I grab the fabric of her black bra, right in the center between breasts, and pull with all my strength. The thin cloth rips easily down the center, flying open left and right, exposing bare tits beneath, which jiggle slightly for a split second afterward from the intense movement. The skin pale white, slightly whiter than the rest of her. Tiny little nipples, poking up, hard and cute. The areolas around them are small, light brown. Her bra is mostly ripped wide open in the front, but the elastic band around the bottom, and the cloth shoulder straps, sides, and back all stay in place and nicely cup her breasts, holding them up and together a bit, keeping them perky.
The ripped open, ravaged effect makes my cock throb so hard that it lifts and pops straight out from her pussy, unable to flex down into the awkward thigh-together position I was in. I barely notice, already busy diving face first into her sensual bare tits.
The smell and taste of her breasts is just as incredible as the rest of her sweaty, salty skin, but the softness blows me away. I engulf half her tit in my mouth. So small and delicate. My tongue swirls around a tiny nipple. It’s so hard but it barely even sticks up. I suck and lick and flick my tongue. Delicious.
I notice a few tiny blue veins, only visible when this close, lightly webbing across her pale tits. I move across to her other breast, biting and attacking it lightly. Then I slap one of her tits from the side, hard, watching it flap and shake violently. Then the other, even harder. Then I grab her entire areolas and nipples hard, squeeze and twist. Then back into my mouth, I groan in pleasure. I lift the elastic bottom of the bra up a bit and dive my tongue in to lick at the underside of her tits, the sweatiest, warmest spot. Minutes go by as I feast and squeeze and slap all over.
But I need to plant myself in her again. I need a better position. I need to cum.
Standing up, I grab one of the blankets from under her and pull, roughly rolling her off. I take the blanket over to her train seat and lay it down to cover the seat. I notice the people in their seats, all frozen in time still, oblivious to my raging boner swinging around as I work, to all the savage sex that’s been taking place on the floor near them. The poor older woman that had the bad luck of sitting next to the Bitch still lays bundled tightly against the window trying to avoid her coughing, trying to sleep and not get sick. “Do you mind if I sit here and fuck this girl?” No reply.
I return to the Bitch and pick her up, the deadweight a struggle. I carry her to the seat and I sit down with her on top of me in a limp cowgirl position. I lean the seat as far back as it goes and then enjoy the sweet cuddle I find myself in. Her head rests on my shoulder, hoodie still pulled up inside out, completely covering her head from chin up. I leave it there, avoiding the nasty mess I’ve made of her face and throat. I can make out the exact shape of her facial features pressed up against the fabric. I love the thought that the girl that was once too good looking for everyone around now has to cover her face, too disgusting to even show herself.
Her tits hang exposed, pressed against me, black bra fabric ripped and splayed all around them. Light gray strips of fabric around her belly are all that remain of her tank top undershirt. Her dark gray sweatpants in a similar condition, ripped wide open, revealing her entire crotch, ass, and most of her legs at this point. Her panties barely recognizable anymore, just a waistband with strips of light green fabric falling down around it. Her naked thighs, damp with sweat and other juices, sitting comfortably and heavy straddling my lap.
My solid cock presses firmly up against her asscrack. My face buried in her warm neck, breathing her in. I reach under her, lift her ass up high with one hand, aim my cock against her slick folds with the other. Then without spreading her pussy, I let gravity abruptly take her, her ass plopping down onto me. I go an inch into her pussy and then her sticky lips fold in on her awkwardly, stopping me from going further, propping her up, impaled on me. I grunt in slight pain, a pain the girl would be feeling much more than me if she was conscious. Kissing her soft neck, still holding the base of my cock steady under her with one hand, I slap hard on her ass cheek with the other. She’s forced another inch down my cock, the pressure intense as her pussy lips are folded completely inside her. My cock pulses harder, stretching her. I let go of my dick, inside her enough to hold her up on its own. Then with both hands free, I lift and SLAP down as hard as I can with both hands on both asscheeks.
I plunge deep inside her, instantly bottoming out, feeling her intense warmth engulf me, our pubes meeting, her asscheeks loudly thudding down into my lap. I exhale and groan, the feeling so incredible, slight discomfort suddenly replaced with wetness and heat on all sides, my tip bumping straight into her cervix. I hold here for a minute, my hands still on her sweet cheeks, squeezing, kneading. I grip harder and harder into her thick ass, fingers digging mercilessly, then begin lifting, using the flesh as handles. Her pussy slides up my cock. Then let go, gravity again, her warmth thudding back down, my tip bumping into her womb again.
I slap her ass, lift by asscheeks, drop back down. Again. Pause to slap a few more times, lift, drop. Over and over, just messing around, using her flesh. When I want to go faster, I hold her hips down tight to me and thrust up into her, rapidly changing pace. Flapflapflapflapflapflap of skin slapping skin. Amazing.
I scoot down in the seat more, lifting her and keeping her propped a bit higher with her face pressed hard into the back of the seat, above me. Tits hang down in my face, arms on either side of my head, most of the world blocked out, my own little shelter. It’s so warm, all the smells of her strong all around me. That delicious feminine vanilla smell, mixed with sour sweat. The smell of pussy and sex wafting from below. I continue thrusting up with my hips slowly again and again, the sticky sound of entering her muffled, only faintly heard from inside my little cave.
I squeeze and jiggle her soft asscheeks with my hands again. Then begin licking and kissing at her tits hanging loosely above me. That salty skin, already defiled and wet with my spit from before. I play around more, enjoying being weird with no one around to notice, putting my nose up to a nipple and trying to snort it. Then rubbing my face around in her sweaty cleavage.
As I thrust my throbbing cock up into her faster and faster, the intensifying motion is sliding her slowly. She shifts sideways a bit, tits no longer directly above me, replaced now with arm on one side, sideboob on the other, and armpit right in the center. I shove my face in, moving back and forth, enjoying all the flesh on all sides. Inhaling her scent. Sharp and sour, her deodorant doing little at this point, only faintly adding a pleasant freshness to the otherwise nasty musk.