“Until our next meeting in a black cab,” she said with a smile.I remembered her now. My wife and I were waiting for a transport pod a couple of we...eks ago, it was a wet evening, so it was hard to get one. A black cab stopped; these were not the Black Cab Taxis of years back, these were transport pods with heavily smoked windows, the perfect place to fuck a stranger on the way home.The doors of this pod opened to reveal a couple, the woman sat on her partner’s knee; they beckoned us in. We were. Her panty dripping wet and my undies with precum. I took her hand and placed it on my tool. She felt a little shy to start but then started caressing it nicely. I wanted to feel her fingers on my tool. My tool was rock solid, and I had trimmed my hair in the last week.I took her hand again and placed on my too, and she started playing with it. She was good at it. She started with my tool and then moved to the balls and was caressing them. It was such a good feeling. I placed my hands on her. “Be quiet,” she purred at me, utterly evil because she knew full well what she was doing to me, and was clearly enjoying driving me wild.I bit my lip, trying to stop myself groaning as I came closer to orgasm. Lisa must have felt my cock's texture change, in that almost imperceptible way penises do just before the point of orgasm, and she went down on me again.I managed to whisper, “I’m going to cum.” But it was unnecessary. Lisa had already taken me into her throat, her face against my crotch,. When they got to Julie's room, she told him to undress and lay down on her bed. Steve hurried to comply, intent on getting this to happen before he woke from whatever dream he was in to find out it wasn't real, or to find that his sister had changed her mind.Julie looked at the massive cock lying up against her brother's belly and climbed onto the bed to get between his legs. She took his cock in her hand and then lowered her face to lick the tip of it. It twitched in her hand at the contact.