This story happened to me when I was in my first year. This was the time when I was still a bastard inexperienced puppy, who with lust looked at the girls not daring to get close to them, and at night I jerked my dick watching porn tapes. But it's not about that. The story that happened to me happened at the very beginning of the first course, in the fall. My friends and I returned home from school. I had to ride the tram, which, departing from the final stop in 3-4 stops, was packed with people to the fullest. So that day after some time, as it should be, I was pinned to the handrail near the rear window of the tram. After a minute or two, I felt like someone was very close pressed against me, while with one hand, as if holding onto the handrail, but in fact, in essence, hugging me from behind.

At first, he didn’t really attach much importance to this and continued to communicate with his friend, who was separated from me by several people. But soon I felt like someone standing behind me and tightly pressed to me, began to slowly rub me with my wrong foot or my ankle. The first thought that occurred to me was how disgusting some fagot had attached itself to the back and was pawing me, while in spite of this thought it did not prevent me from getting excited. Showing miracles of flexibility, I managed to somehow turn around and I saw that it was a woman. I calmed down a little, but it was far from complete rest, she continued to smooth my one other leg. Standing behind her, she turned her foot on my as if she were wrapping me around and at the same time continued to stroke.

My dick was locked in tight jeans, but burst out with all his might, cheeks flamed with fire, breathing was speeded up. Soon there was my stop, but I was not going to leave, saying to a friend, something about the fact that I still have things to do. I stayed in the tram, people diminished a little and was able to turn around to face my seducer. She was a woman in her late forties with brown hair, green laughing eyes. She smiled at me and saw that I was ready to continue playing her game and pushed me into a corner. She immediately grabbed the bristle of my jeans. From a feeling of sweet languor and excitement, I caught my breath, especially before that I hadn't finished for several days.

She began to stroke my dick through jeans. She whispered in my ear “Well, that’s ready,” I didn’t understand at the beginning the meaning of her phrase. But the next moment she unzipped my jeans, and behind her both the button and pulling the panty band away made it possible for my darling from an erection to be free. True, the freedom of my dick was not long, the very next moment the aunt took me seriously. With one hand, she nadrachila me a dick, and the second launched into the pants and pulling my scrotum. It was unbearably pleasant and bit his lip so as not to moan. She worked with her hands very skillfully. I was over-excited and I didn’t have enough for a long time. I shoveled with a fountain of sperm right on her and her hands. While I finished she continued to masturbate my gushing dick. Part of the sperm she got into her hand she smeared on my dick from which her pen slid freely and easier along the trunk, several jets of sperm appeared on the hem of her dress.

My legs shook with a smile, she looked at me, there were fewer and fewer people in the tram and it would be difficult to do this, so she began to help me buckle up and somehow bring myself up.

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