My BBC Stories: The Cuckoo Cuckold!: The New Tysheem Fogg Adventure

by Jerry Small

Tysheem meets a woman on the train who wants him and his friends to come to her place for "Her legs moved again, catching my eye. So I looked - who wouldn't. Who couldn't? Of course I looked! Her legs swung wide. And remained opened. There, nestled between the creamy flesh of her thighs was a golden, damp, fleece. Accident? I looked up again. She was still smiling and looking right at me. No accident. "Hey," she said. I coughed and said, "Hi." Jesus. My dick was already at attention and making an outline against the fabric of my pants. "How are you?" Her eyes flicked down at the bulge in my trousers, then back to my face. "I'm doing great!" "Uh huh." What was this? I thought. I knew that I was about to get lucky, but was it going to be on the train, like what happened when my friend's girl, Keisha started an orgy on a stopped train way uptown a couple of years ago? The train was moving, slow as usual. I glanced around. There were about ten people clustered at the other end of the car, so, no, that wasn't likely. What did she have in mind? All of that flashed through my brain. She hooked her fingers under the hem of her dress and drew it up an inch. Suddenly I was riveted. She spread her legs a little wider. I could see her bush more clearly. She had lovely pubes, matted from perspiring on the dance floor. There was a flash of pink there, too. Her lips parted just enough to glimpse the shallow and glistening valley between her labia. Well then. "That's really beautiful,” I said. "You think so?" "Yeah," I said. "Just like the rest of you." And I smiled as warmly as I could. Hey, if she's showing off, then likely she wants. If she wants, I was going to get my dick wet! "You have beautiful hair." Pointedly, I stared down at her crotch. She giggled. "Thank you!" She pulled her left leg up so her heel rested on the seat. This caused her lips to spread apart even more. Her pussy was now fully lit by the fluorescent lights in the subway car's ceiling. It was indeed lovely. Her blond hair was a thick mat over the pad of fat above her lips, but is faded to a sparse carpet framing the pink flesh between her lips. The skin peeking between the hairs was pale, even milky. Between her engorged inner lips, at the top, was the pink bean of her clit. At the bottom was the dark opening of her vagina. It looked wet, even soaking. My cock kept growing. It was a tent-pole in my pants. You could have spread a sleeping bag in the space it left. It was almost enough to tear the fabric. The woman stared at it and licked her lips. "You have a big dick," she said. "Thank you," I said. I grasped it through my pants, showing her how long and thick it was. "Glad you like it." She gasped, and slipped a hand down and, with a quick glance over her shoulder at the apathetic passengers at the other end of the car, ran a finger along the space between her lips. She pressed the tip of her middle finger into her vagina as far as the first knuckle. "Jesus," she said. "Would that even fit?" "Only one way to find out," I said with a grin."

33 pages, Kindle Edition

Published September 17, 2018