Give her the orgasm she craves

You feel a little sorry for Sarah. What kind of idiot doesn't appreciate this glorious testament to femininity?! Well, that's his loss. You're about to blast his wife into seventh heaven.

"How long do I have you for?" you ask, not wanting to risk blueballs if she's only heading a stop or two away.

"Oh, I'm not off in like fortyfive minutes", she replies. Perfect! You have plenty of time.

"In that case, let's get rid of some clothes and get to business!"

Sarah happily agrees. She removes her dress while you do the same with your trousers, for the second time in just a couple of minutes. Then, she gets up to remove the stretchy yoga pants-like mommy clothing covering her waist and below. You help her to pull them all the way down and kneel to get them off completely.

As she sits down again, Sarah spreads her legs and relaxes for as well as the train seat accomodates it. You're surprised to see that despite all, she's slightly stubbly - not quite the super bush you were expecting.

"I'm impressed you've managed to keep the grooming up," you say, honestly.

"Oh, thanks. Like... it's still nice to feel a little sexy even if my hubby doesn't appreciate it, you know?"

"Yeah, I can imagine. How do you even get down there to do it properly?"

"Very awkwardly!" she giggles. "Do you like it?"

"I absolutely do," you confirm authoritatively. "It looks great. So, uh... I wanna get you off, how do I do that best?"

"Oh thank you so much!!" Sarah practically cries out. "I, uhm, I think you can just like... go ahead." She's blushing now, and she's motioning to her private parts so she can avoid saying something like my pussy. "I just want to feel a man inside me. Maybe... maybe if I can't come, we'll just solve that later?..."

"Sure," you comply, and put your fingers in her mouth. "Just for some lube," you explain.

Sarah applies generous amounts of saliva, but you realise as soon as you bring your hand down under that she doesn't need it. Still, you tease her a bit by gently massaging around her vulva and above her clitoris. She's closed her eyes again, enjoying the preambles in wait for the main course.

Lining up is an extremely graceless endeavour, however, and it quickly becomes clear that there's no way you can do this with her sitting normally. You have a three-seater row all to yourself, though, so you ask her: "Hey Sarah, I think we need to do this from behind - can you get on all fours or is that too unsafe?"

She looks around, considering the situation and its hazards - should the train come to a sudden halt - for a bit. "I think if I lean over forward with one leg on the seat and one on the floor, that should be fine... does that work for you?"

"Absolutely. Get around and lift your ass up!" you joke. Sarah moves as well as she can in her predicament, though she stops at her huge bag for a moment. It's soon made obvious why she needs such a large one, as she removes some weirdly shaped pillow.

"I've got this for support," she says, "it's so great, I kinda bring it everywhere. I think I can rest my belly on it if I just position it well..."

You wait patiently, fondling her large behind as she gets into place. While you're standing there, someone from the row behind you grabs your cock and starts jerking it gently. Surprised, you turn around to see another indifferent woman who doesn't appear to understand that she's performing a sexual act. She's even reading a book while she's doing it, as clumsily as that gets while she's reaching so far with her other hand. It's a psychology textbook - go figure. That widens your sphere of fuckable women even further, but you don't have the time to start pondering anything before Sarah says that she's ready.

You haven't fucked a pregnant woman before. Well, at least you think you haven't. But definitely not one with a visible pregnancy.

As you grab Sarah's asscheeks, her pussy lips are opened as well, revealing a softly pink vagina, involuntarily unused for half a year. You move to insert yourself, but you've forgotten that there's a hand in the way. Removing it, you are finally able to get the tip of your penis inside. She's warm and moist, and you just glide through effortlessly, stopping briefly to make sure you don't do it too quickly.

There's no need to worry, though. Sarah is relaxed and ready and just waiting for her fucking, so you continue slowly going in and out, a little more each time, until you're as far in as you dare to go without banging into her cervix.

She's breathing heavily and you close your eyes as well to just focus on the sensations. Her ass is way more than a handful, due to her pregnancy most likely, and you happily knead it while you're at it.

Soon, you increase the rhythm of your thrusting and start trying to do it from slightly different angles, to give Sarah - and yourself - a variation of sensations. That's when you hear someone next to you.

"Tickets, please?"

Oh for fuck's sake, why now?!

"Uhm, I've got mine in my trousers, hang on... Sarah, where's yours?"

"I've got it right here," she says. Thankfully, she'd apparently already taken it out before entering the train car, and now she's got it in her hand.

You get both cards and hold them up to the scanner, one at a time. "Could you please hurry up already?!" Sarah says, annoyed and upset and unorgasmed. It's clearly not directed at you, but at the poor ticket collector just doing his job.

"I'm very sorry, ma'm," he says. "I'll be done in just a second and then you can continue."

"Fucking finally!" she replies angrily as you hand her card back to her and enter again at the same time. This is actually better. Not only is she as smooth and hot as before, now she's actually tighter as she's making no attempt to hold back her anger at not receiving an overdue orgasm on a half-full public train.

You know you can't last long if she keeps this up, and indeed you're right. "I'm going to cum!" you say. "Only five or ten seconds later, you feel the build-up becoming too much, and you plummet inside to get that relief of the first spurt out. You're a bit worried about Sarah's promised climax, but you don't have to be - this was just what she needed to join you.

Sarah lunges into the biggest orgasm of her life. Her cunt is gripping you tightly, her hands are holding on to the pillow so hard that her knuckles are losing all of their colour, and the leg she's using for support is shaking visibly. You quickly help her get both legs up on the seat before she falls over, while still enjoying her trembling vagina and squirting out the last you had in you.

Eventually, you slowly pull yourself out, still a bit reluctantly but you suspect Sarah needs to sit down better. Then you get an idea.

Without even looking her in the eye, you talk to the psych student. "Clean me up, please."

She puts her textbook down and licks your shaft up and down. Once she's done, she starts getting back to her seat, but you have something you want to test first. "No, you're not done yet. I don't want her to leak sperm all over the seat."

"Oh, right," she readily agrees and puts her tongue to Sarah's pussy. The pregnant woman lets out a small "eek!" but quickly relaxes and lets the stranger lap up the sperm from her womanhood. It's a nice little bit of aftercare, but not something that'll let her orgasm again. You suspect she's fine with that, lest she actually fall on the floor this time.

Eventually, the student is done with her sapphic cleanup as well and returns to studying. "Thanks," you say, but she doesn't even acknowledge it, as if you weren't there.

You ask Sarah to stay put for a second and quickly get your phone to snap a few photos. Then you help her back up, get her underwear and yoga pants back on, and take another pic of her tits while they're hanging. She doesn't care at all - in fact, she strikes a pose and blows a kiss for the camera.

"Actually," you say. "Why don't you keep the dress off for a while? I'd like to play with your boobs for a bit while we wait for our stops."

"Sure, can you just get me my bottle of water first, please? I really need to drink something."

"Of course - where are my manners?"

Sarah laughs again, as if there were a social norm or etiquette for fucking other men's pregnant wives on local transit. Then she leans back - not on her seat, but into your lap. You don't mind. Just gives you better access.

And to think that the evening's just getting started...