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Emma wrote: My Train Dare by Emma

My Train Dare.


I’m not quite sure how we got onto the subject, but I was out drinking in Bath one evening with a group of friends and somehow we got talking about fitness. I enjoy distance running and have entered a couple of triathlons so consider myself pretty fit, but one of my other friends, who is a member of a gym, said compared to her I’m not fit at all! Granted, she does work out every day, but I still argued with her that it didn’t mean she was fitter than me. We got into a fairly heated debate, much to the amusement of our other mates, both of us being pretty strong willed individuals who liked to be right. The discussion centred on different levels of fitness, strength of muscles, versatility and even body shape! I’m tiny, hardly touching 5’ in my bare feet, and generally described as cute with long dark hair and a pretty average sized boobs, while Jenny is about 6’ tall and the epitome of the statuesque Amazonian blonde… very slim, long blonde hair, large boobs and muscles I can only dream of. If it came to a fight, I’m sure there’d be only one winner!!

We were both a little drunk and things, as they do, got a little out of hand. We ended up arm wrestling (I lost), testing the strength of our grip (I lost), and even trying to push each other over in the middle of the pub (yes, I lost again, this time ending up on my backside on the floor!). The only thing I beat her at all evening was darts (hardly a test of fitness!!), and I swear that victory was down to her being more drunk than me. As we were leaving the pub I still wasn’t quitting, insisting that I was a far stronger runner than her. Jenny laughed and replied she doubted it but would love to see me try. ‘Anytime, anywhere, you say the word, I’ll do it’ I confidently replied
‘And if you don’t, can’t or won’t?’
‘I will, no problem, but in the completely unlikely event that you win, then I’ll eat my words’
There was a wicked glint in Jenny’s eye.
‘ How about instead of eating your words you eat, or rather suck, your toes in public… yeah… on a train… and get a total stranger to film it fore you?’
One of my other friends chimed in
‘Have her do both feet at once!’ Thanks for that Laura……
I hesitated for a few seconds, then agreed….. but because I was sure I’d beat her in a race
‘Ok then’ said Jenny, lets do it now.’
I looked at Jenny stunned.
‘Run now, in the dark?’ I replied.
‘Yes, lets settle this now, this minute’ she replied.
All our friends thought it was a great idea so who was I to disagree?

Guess what? I lost! Jenny was thrilled, wanting to know when I’d next be using the train.
‘On Tuesday… I’m going to a meeting in Plymouth’
‘Well Tuesday evening I’ll be expecting to find a film of your toe sucking exploits in my inbox’
‘What if I just don’t do it?’
‘Ems, I KNOW you… You‘d never back out of a dare, plus I have some really embarrassing pics of you that I’m sure you’d hate everyone seeing’
She wasn’t wrong, especially about the pictures……

Fast forward to Tuesday evening, coming home on the train. I was getting desperate, I’d not yet plucked up the courage to ask someone to film me, let alone suck my toes. The train going down in the morning had been just too busy, and I’d left the return journey till after the evening peak in the hope it would be far quieter. It was, but still not quiet enough for my liking.. After we left Tiverton Parkway I wandered down the train, looking for someone vaguely approachable, deciding eventually to take the plunge and ask a girl sitting on her own near the end of a very quiet coach. She looked about 18, obviously a Goth, dyed black hair and the owner of more than her fair share of facial piercings. She looked up and smiled when I approached her, removing the earphones she was wearing, giving me a brief blast of some heavy rock music in the process. I hesitatingly told her the truth.. Isn’t it funny how things that have seemed pretty logical and reasonable when you’re drunk sound so absurdly stupid when you’re trying to explain them to a friend, let alone a random stranger? She smiled a lot, laughed a few times, and went completely wide eyed at the end.
‘You agreed to THAT!!’ she exclaimed.
I nodded in embarrassment.
‘I was VERY drunk at the time’


Luckily Goth girl, or Charlotte as she said her name was, found the whole embarrassing episode especially funny and happily agreed to film it for me. Well that was the easy bit!!! Now for the actually toe sucking. I’m not stupid, I‘d experimented at home to make sure it was possible before trying to do it in public. What it hadn’t shown me was that it’s far harder to do sat in a train seat and that having someone not only watching, but filming too, makes you far more self conscious.

Charlotte sat opposite me, getting ready to record my efforts and also keeping an eye open for anyone approaching from behind me. I tried to get into a suitable position while also watching for passengers coming in the opposite direction. I kicked off my shoes, and with my feet now bare, slid down in the seat, my ass cheeks just on the edge of the seat, and flexed my right leg. For some weird reason it was easier to do my right foot first. I slowly worked my foot up to my face, twisting my toes in the direction of my waiting lips. As I lifted my foot higher my dress slid up my thighs, pooling in my lap. Even though I was concentrating hard, and the engine was quite noisy, I still picked up on the sharp intake of breath from Charlotte.
‘Everything OK Charlotte?’
‘Emma, are you wearing a thong?’
‘No, I’m not’ I replied’
‘Some very brief scanties then?’
‘Err nope… no underwear… I never wear underwear’
‘WHAT???? You agreed to do this without any panties on? Does your friend know that? Was it part of the dare?’
‘Jenny knows, as do most of my friends…. I haven’t worn underwear at all for a few years… It’s common knowledge amongst my friends at least’
‘And she still dared you to do this, and even worse, you AGREED to it, knowing you’d be showing most everything?’
‘A dares a dare, and in all honesty it’s nothing Jenny hasn’t seen already… more than once’ I admitted, blushing as I said it.
‘Oh man… she certainly stitched you up good and proper this time!’
I couldn’t argue with that.

Emma wrote: My Train Dare Part 2 by Emma

With Charlotte having recovered from the shock of seeing my bare pussy I carried on trying to get my toes into my mouth. I’d managed to get my right toes to my lips when the train started braking. I realised must be close to Taunton so quickly sat back down properly, brushing my skirt back down so I was decent again.
‘You’re not getting off at Taunton are you Charlotte?’
‘Nah, don’t worry, I’m on my way to a gig at the Fleece in Bristol, so we’ve plenty of time to film your little epic, just so long as nobody comes and sits by here.’
Luckily no one did, so as soon as we left Taunton I resumed trying to suck the toes on my right foot. After a little wriggling round I succeeded! Now for the other foot….
Rather surprisingly I managed the left foot rather more easily, slipping my big toe into the other side of my mouth, then looking at Charlotte to confirm she’d recorded it. All I could hear was Charlotte saying
‘Man, oh man…’ over and over again. I froze at the sound of another voice very close by, then sat wide eyed with shock as three boys walked up from behind my seat. They stood open mouthed, starring at me, hardly believing what they could see, gazing at my toe filled mouth before their eyes dropped to my skirt bunched at my waist and lower still, to my spread legs, puffy lips and wide open pussy.

What started as an ‘Hello Sis’ quickly turned into a ‘WTF????’ as the first boy realised I was naked from the waist down and displaying all my wares. I tried to quickly jerk my legs down, but that’s far from easy when you have two sets of toes jammed in your mouth, and even harder when one of the boys grabs the backs of your legs to stop you moving them. I’d freed my toes from my mouth and was struggling to get my legs down and try to preserve what little self respect I had left, but the other boys joined in, holding me firmly in position, with my shaven pussy on display. I looked frantically across to Charlotte, needing her help, but far from rushing to my aid she was grinning at me.
‘It’s ok Emma, it’s only my brother Matt and his mates, they won’t hurt you… it’s just they’ve probably never seen a real life pussy in close up before, or certainly never seen one so blatantly displayed.’
‘Hi Matt, you and the guys decide to come to the gig with me after all?’
‘Yeah, we thought it’d be a blast, though we were beginning to think you weren’t on the train… we’d nearly given up on you… but anyway, whose your new friend?’
‘Oh this is Emma, I’m just helping her with a dare, that’s all… say ‘Hi’ to Matt, Emma’

I managed to mutter an ‘hello’ to the three boys, the other two being introduced as Gary and Norm, through gritted teeth. They were still holding my legs in the air, spread apart in a ‘v’ with my pussy wide open. They may well have been speaking to me but three pairs of eyes were riveted on my sex. It was faintly bizarre to hear them discussing me as if I wasn’t there and to be conducting a conversation through the gap in my thighs. Bizarre and rather arousing, a fact not lost on the ever observant (Why the hell hadn’t she warned me they were coming?) Charlotte.
‘Hey guys, I think Emma’s enjoying this, she’s gone and got herself all juiced up!’
To my shame I knew she was right. I’d felt myself getting hot, knowing I was so exposed, knowing there was nothing I could do to stop three strangers gazing at my most secret place, knowing I was absolutely in their power, and praying they didn’t realise it.

I don’t know who touched me first, but I felt a finger run down the whole length of my wet pink slit. I shuddered as the finger rubbed across my swollen clitty, letting out a tiny, nearly inaudible, groan as the stimulation caused by the stray finger resulted in a steady trickle of juices from my pussy. My body was betraying me.. I was humiliated and embarrassed but I was reacting like I was loving it. One stroking finger soon became two or three as I was finger ...ed right there in the train carriage, my pussy pushing back against their eager thrusts. I was mortified of being discovered like this in public… How on earth could I ever explain enjoying this exposure, this humiliation? I think Charlotte was equally worried about them getting caught, telling them that was enough, and to quit before someone saw us, but they were too far gone to stop now so I was dragged/carried/generally manhandled to the toilet cubicle at the end of the coach. I was just praying no one saw me or realised how much flesh I was showing as they bundled me into the toilet. I was already barefoot and my only remaining clothing, my dress, was soon screwed up in a ball on the toilet floor. I was naked in a small toilet cubicle with two highly aroused guys. I wasn’t sure at first where the third one was, but I found out a little later when they swapped over and he came in to take his turn with me.

Matt took me first, ...ing me against the toilet wall.. It was fast hard and frantic… it had to be really as they only had another 20 minutes till the train got to Bristol, and he did set the tone for the other two as well! They left the toilet as the train slowed to stop at Bristol. They left me naked, cum splattered, face down across the toilet, ass in the air, their cum seeping out of my anal passage and dripping onto the toilet floor. Charlotte eased open the door just seconds after they’d left, helped me up, tried to clean me up as best she could using the rag she found on the toilet floor. Rag? That used to be my dress! She did what she could in the short time she had before the train pulled into Bristol. At least when she left I was actually sitting on the toilet seat, albeit still stark naked. Before she left she promised to try and persuade them to delete at least some of the pictures they’d taken of me in the toilet, though she admitted she had very little control over her younger brother.
‘Hell at his age he shouldn’t even be going to this gig…it’s meant to be for over 18’s but I’ll bet he’s got some fake ID off someone!’

Younger brother? Under 18? How old were these kids who’d just had me?
‘Hey Charlotte, how old are Matt and his friends?’
Charlotte grinned back at me as she left
‘Well, they’re still entitled to half fare on the train… And I’m pretty sure you’re their first……’

O-M-G!!!!

Janie wrote: Pretty interesting... so far by Janie

I can't wait for the next piece. How come I sense that I'll be sucking my toes before this story is over? lol

luv, Janie