Busy hands make good work

The coed pushes you down into the seat vacated by the man ho just beat off and smeared his cum over your tits. She stands in front of you close to the edge of the seat. The way she is standing your legs are spread and her knees press against your thighs. She is looking down at you, smiling.

The two teens jostle in tight; each stands on either side of the coed. They are wearing high school letter jackets. The jackets announce that they are Seniors - they must just be 18. They have screened you off from the rest of the subway car. With a jolt, the subway pulls out of the station. It is four minutes to the next stop - your stop.

No one has said a word. You look down at the object the man who fucked you pushed into your hand; it is a business card. You shove it into the purse that hangs from your side.

"Nice tits!" One of the teens reaches down and begins stroking your left breast; his fingers squeeze and twist your nipple.

"A little sticky!" The second teen has begun playing with your right breast, the one the man smeared with cum.

The two boys have totally exposed your breasts now. They have worked your nipples into rock-hard points. One of the boys reaches down to grab your hand; he guides it up to his jean-covered cock - it is solid stone. His buddy quickly does the same. "Stroke them!" The first boy mutters softly but firmly. You obey.

In front of you the coed has unbuttoned her jeans and slipped a hand down into her pants. You can plainly see that she is playing with her pussy.

Your hands are moving up and down over the boys' jeans. They are rougher, faster in the way they are playing with your tits. Your nipples ache.

The train begins to slow down; it's your station. You look at the door. The coed reads your mind. "Too soon to get off yet!"

The train stops. The doors spring open. A few people get off. It seems like no one has gotten on. The car is less crowded. The doors shut. Again, with a jolt, the subway moves on.

One of the boys looks over his shoulder to check the car. He reaches down, unzips his jeans, and pulls his long, hard cock free. "Keep going!" He guides your hand up around his cock. You slide your hand up and down the shaft.

His buddy looks all around; he's a bit more nervous. But he too frees his cock. It's a little harder to do; he has to slip it free of his white briefs.

The subway car rumbles on. Your hands are busy stroking up and down, gently squeezing the two cocks. The boys' cocks are slick and throbbing. The coed in front of you is swaying back and forth; her hand is furiously working over her hidden pussy, her eyes are glued to the two cocks in your hands and your exposed breasts which are still being mauled by the boys.

"Oh! Damn! The first boy trembles and leans closer to you. His cock is only inches from your face.

"Shit! Yeah! The second boy presses his cock closer as well.