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They stumbled out of the bar more than four sheets to the wind. Those damn Christmas parties will do that to you every time. She wouldn’t have gone at all if it hadn’t have been his company party. At the moment, though, she was wishing that she’d gone with her instincts. He was just glad she’d made him take the commuter train, rather than drive. He had dumped down far too many and the though of getting in an accident, and having to hear it from her forever, just made him shudder inside.
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They fought the whole way to the station. She was upset by the tone one of his co-workers had used with her. He was pissed that she was a lifeless lump who didn’t even try to have fun. It was all just a big mess. The further they walked, the hotter the argument got. Even the stray dog, which was desperate to find some sort of life sustaining scraps of food, wished someone would make them shut up.
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He knew she was right. He’d dragged her out in the cold to a party even though she was deathly afraid of strangers. It had cost them money they couldn’t afford for a baby-sitter and, to top it all off, he had ignored her all night long. None of this, however, was a good enough reason to give in and say he was sorry. He knew he could win, if only he could outlast her, and in this relationship winning was everything. Without noticing, they arrived at the train stop.
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The cold, dark night was completely empty. The rest of the world was grateful for that. No one should have been subjected to the kinds of things they said to each other without just cause. So on they battled about nothing, their sharp words echoing into the winter snows.
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At one rather heated point, he turned to strike her, but stopped. A curious thing happened then, instead of striking her, he grabbed her face and kissed her as hard as he could. He had wanted to dwell on that for a second, but she was about to slap him in return. With agility that only the profoundly drunk can posses, he snatched her blow from mid air, spun her to the side a bit and kissed her again. This time she kissed back.
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The gloves were off. This meant war. They gripped each other hard and forced their tongues in the other’s mouth. Jaw muscles worked against the opponent as if a new way to arm wrestle had been found. At one point she bit his lip. He retaliated with an attempted nipple twist, but was foiled by her woolen long coat. She moaned loudly into his mouth just the same. That was the break he had been looking for. He slammed her back into the wall of the rain shelter they were under and landed on her with a thud. She wove a hand into his hair and tugged.
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He moved his mouth down to her throat. Involuntarily, her neck arched to give him access. He used his teeth to scrape at her tender, and cold, skin there. She managed to get a handful of his ass and give it a good squeeze. Inspiration dawned on her and her other hand began to burrow beneath his long coat and pull out his shirttail. The plan was to pinch his nipples. She managed to get her cold fingers on one and give it a good twist, but was foiled there. He bit her on the earlobe and she retreated for the moment.
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He’d given her an idea, though. He all but pulled the buttons off her coat. Once open, he gathered her dress at the waist, in the back, and thrust his cold hands in her pantyhose. The feel of his cold hands on her warm ass made her buck into him in an attempt to break the hold. What it did, though, was excite him even more. He plowed into her with such a force that she had to put one foot up on the bench to steady herself. The position was perfect. He couldn’t have planned it better, even if she were sober enough to form a plan.
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He worked on her ass with a tight grip and a dough kneading motion. She surrendered a bit and was content to kiss him madly again. He could feel her excitement growing, his own having already grown to full size, plus the added allowance for the blood in his alcohol stream. From his position between her legs, he ground his hard prick into her caged and damp sex. The tease was mean. He loved how she ground back into him. It thrilled him to no end to think he was finally gaining the upper hand. Then she grabbed him by the balls.
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It hurt more than he had imagined it would, when he felt the first warning signs that the boys were in trouble. It felt better than he thought too. In frustration he grabbed on to both sides of her pantyhose and shredded them from her body. She gasped as the cold hit her scalding, sopping sex. The pull of the fabric over and between her pussy lips sent her into a small state of shock. It became apparent to her that she needed it, badly. Like a homing pigeon, she dove for his belt line and dug out his stiff cock. He took the opportunity to peel off her coat and haul her dress up to her waist. She, in turn, dropped his slacks to the ground with a heavy chink. End game was on.
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He pulled her up by the arms and spun her around, mounting her doggie style while standing. She was gracious enough to put her foot back on the bench to allow him a bit more access. He grabbed a meaty hip in each hand and shoved himself deep in her body. He smiled a bit, while wincing, because he’d caught her not quite ready to go that deep. His next push, however, was completely unobstructed.
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Her wet hole was heavenly. It welcomed him with open lips and made him glad he was right here right now. She wailed and sighed deeply, emitting frosty breath with each sound, and pushed her ass back against each thrust. Her honey pot was full and thoroughly content to be pounded into submission. When he stopped long enough to release her bra and let her large tits fall into the cold air, she squeezed her legs together until he resumed slapping her clit with his balls. The fact that he was using her stiff nippled breast as handles made it all-the-better. Suddenly without any warning what so ever, she cummed, Her spasming pussy walls made him scream into the night with delight. Then they heard the whistle.
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His head snapped around to look down the unlit tracks. He could clearly see the train’s headlight about half a mile out. His face dropped in panic. His hips, though, shifted into overdrive. He smashed himself into her creamy white body with an urgency he had never known. His heart was beating like it would explode before his dick could, but he didn’t slacken his pace. He desperately wanted to arrive before the train did. Her nails dug into the metal holding her up.
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She was always whining for him to go faster, give it to her harder, and finally that’s just what she was getting. Her organs were beginning to bruise, but she wasn’t about to complain. This was all just too good. She did, however, stop bucking her hips back against him. His pace was plenty violent, thank you. She screamed out her orgasms for the world to hear, but he still kept up the pace. The train grew ever closer.
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She had had enough and wanted off the Merry-Go-Round. Consistent elbows to the stomach weren’t working. Pleas and begging couldn’t make him stop, warnings that they would be seen fell on deaf ears. So she did the only thing that would work. She stood up.
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He literally fell on the ground. His poor cock, having been bent in half, would never be the same again. He felt for that poor Bobbit guy for just a second. Then he heard the train pulling up. With Herculean effort, he picked himself up and fixed his clothing. His wife had already composed herself. He gave her the dirty look that proclaimed her The Winner and Still Champion. They boarded the train in silence.
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