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All Aboard

By: smoothtones



The waves gently lapped against the side of the Splendid Adventurer, the shining new catamaran, as it lay at anchor just off of Deadman's Cay in the deep Southern Caribbean. It was early morning in the islands and the fine sea breeze blew in through the portholes cooling the sun's rays and peeling the damp sheets from their naked bodies.

Maria stirred and stretched a bit as Jacques carefully climbed out of the bunk so as not to wake her. He valued this time alone on the stern deck, sipping his coffee and watching the gulls dive for their morning meal. A little Floyd on the stereo for a mild morning awakening was also part of his grand plan.

Jacques and Maria had set sail over a month ago now from the tip of Florida and had only just recently arrived in the Grenadines. The locals had come to know them as "big poppa" and his mate "little mama". Jacques' nickname came not just from his large triangular frame and taut musculature, but from his penchant for walking the decks completely unclothed. When a man is endowed as well as Jacques, he feels no need to be modest. Little mama was a name garnered from Maria's sleek body, though in places where a woman should not be petite, Maria was also well endowed.

Jacques' coffee had just finished perking and he poured himself a large mug, sweetened with just a touch of island rum. One drawback to feeling free to allow one's body to see the sun is the care which must be taken when pouring hot liquids. So he concentrated as well as his sleepy brain would allow.

He dragged his tired feet out to the rear deck, and then determined that a little rest in the "hammock" strung between the forward hulls might be a nice pleasure for this morning. The breeze off the warm Caribbean blowing through the mesh of the large tarp-like hammock and just tickling his balls might seem ridiculous to some, but only to those who have never tried it.

And so it is with gravity that large, heavy masses fall towards the center of the earth. As the day warmed and the breeze tended to cool just slightly less, Jacques began to lengthen. 

As the massive cock lay across the tarp, the tip just barely slipped beyond the mesh level. The breeze was pleasant on a well trimmed sac, but the slight brush of the tip on the canvas lines made driftwood no longer a moment of imagination.

The man began to sleep, perchance to dream, and lilted to his side. He would have slept on but for the delicate feel of pressure on his cock. In his twilight dreamworld he was fishing from a dock (a simple letter off) and so rolled to his side -- towards the feel of the pressure. Before long his manhood had risen to the point at which it lifted steel on its own power. No one can possibly endure the ecstasy of a dick in a mouth or the agony of sleeping through it, and Jacques awoke. As he opened his eyes, he partook of the ocean framing his beloved.

Maria hung from beneath the canopy, her dripping torso pulling from the water as she gladly licked on Jacques' member. As her hips rose above the water line, the salty brine of the dark warm Caribbean dripped past her navel onto her moist warm mound. The lean animal nature of the beast that was Maria longed to consume his very soul.

Maria's dream morning was a quick swim in the sea with all the warmth she needed coming from liquid earth rather than manmade materials. As she lolled beneath the tarp she had glimpsed the man who had pleased her so well for many years now. She felt she owed him a thing or two and decided immediately that she would perform that most intimate of services for her man.

It was not long before Jacques called her to stop her ministrations. He knew that it would not take much to reach a point of no return and he intended to have many points yet this morning. Rather than wait for Maria's return from the sea, he decided to join her in her reveries. He arched his massive shoulders over the rail and languidly splashed his way into the deep.

He stayed under for so long Maria began to question his safety. Though no doubt she did see him moving -- in fact towards her legs. The tingles of the bubbles and the light touch began around her toes and increased. It seemed an immense amount of time until the tingles arose at her ankles. From there up her calves and onto her smooth thighs. The new mass of bubbles Jacques emitted made the woman gasp as it engulfed her love box.

The next sensation she felt was of a firm yet gentle pressure upon her most tender button. Knowing that his breath would not hold Jacques had to surface. But he did so with a smile on his face. The look on Maria's face was not quite so peaceful. It had begun to look downright lascivious as she saw her man crest the waves.

After so many months at sea, both lovers knew that water was not the best lubricant -- nor the best taste enhancer. A salty taste is less pleasant than a honey lick. So they raised their way back onto the deck. They made no more than three paces on board before they collapsed in each others' arms and upon the slightly rough teak of the deck.

Their tongues entwined as they groped for each others' eager spots. The entire world was lost for them beyond the rock of the waves and the rise of each others' spirits. To meet in a world of pleasure. A world beyond pain, beyond fear, beyond eternity. A place of intense love.

As they pressed their bodies together, the bulge between their bellies made them hyperaware that they each had a need. A deep need for love and tenderness to which only their union, on this day, at this moment, mattered. 

The clouds melted away as the breeze blew them to their ultimate resting places, and the "little death" approached Maria. The only sounds those of the occasional gull and the press of the anchor chain at its harness. Maria arched as his caresses moved her towards her peak.

A true gentleman would never cum before his woman manages to achieve her own crest, and Jacques was indeed a gentle man. He had every intention of seeing Maria climax at least several times before he would allow his spill over. After all, he had two hands, a tongue, a chin, and several other protuberances to choose from and he intended to try them all. The day was indeed young as were its revelers.

He often fancied himself a writer, and he could not imagine a story he could have written that would have compared to the reality of this morn. He made love through his actions and his words. In fact, his words themselves brought Maria to heights she never imagined let alone dreamed. He too was seeing emotion and sensation that equaled this day.

In what seemed far too short a time yet was likely a very long time, the lovers collapsed in each other's arms upon the deck. Their breath still catching up to the slowing beats of their hearts. A mix that looked as one yet was made of two. Souls entwined at least as long as bodies stayed together. Their morning on Splendid Adventurer merely the most splendid of adventures yet only a small portion of what they would come to have.

All Aboard!



[Note: This story is a continuation from I Took On A Barroom Out Of Spite.]

Hi, Erica. It's Robin again. Well you were right about not going back to the bar. If I went there I'd definitely be going down the wrong path. So, just as you said, I stayed far away from that place.

But soon I found that I couldn't stop thinking about that night. I couldn't concentrate at work because I was constantly thinking about sex. I've had several sleepless nights where I was pretty close to calling Michael to come over--but I didn't.

And I've also been much more aware of how the men at work look at me lately. It's almost like they could sense how much I've wanted it. When I've been dressing for work, I've been pushing the boundaries of the company dress code. I'd find myself thinking, "What would really turn on the guys in the office today?" It gets me so excited when they stare as I walk down the hall.

Of course, I might have taken thing a bit too far yesterday. The night before, I had a dream that I was in the barroom again, completely naked. I was bent over grasping the edge of the bar while several men had their way with me. When I woke, I realized that I was naked in bed masturbating! It was a wonderful way to wake up, but I was somewhat frustrated that I didn't have a penis to put inside of me. "That's it," I thought. "Erica's right; I'm turning into a nymphomaniac."

I was in no condition to pick out my business attire. I ended up wearing white, thong panties and a lace bra. I put on my shortest, tightest black skirt and a very snug white button-down that completely exposed my cleavage. If I took a deep breath, I swear I would have burst from my clothes. I wore my hair down and my dark-rimmed glasses did nothing to make me appear any more business-like.

I looked at myself in the mirror and thought, "Good, let them know you want it." After all, there'd be nothing wrong with having some fun if I were out on a date with a new boyfriend, right?

All morning long, the guys were hovering around my cubicle. I'd laugh at their jokes, and give them an eyeful of cleavage. I thought for sure one of them would get the nerve to ask me out. "Perhaps during lunch," I thought.

However, they never got the chance. My manager called me into her office for a very uncomfortable conversation about "proper work attire." I was mortified. I felt like a damn fool.

"Robin, go home at lunch," she said. "Come back when you're wearing something more appropriate."

I slunk from her office and right out the door. "What is wrong with you?" I wondered. "Shit, I have my review next month. I know how that will go."

Since it was a Friday, I guess a lot of people were ducking out of work early. I got on the next train home, which was packed. I had to go to the last car. There was only one seat left near the bathroom compartment. I hate sitting near the bathroom. It's disgusting, which is about how I felt. I was in an aisle seat, and suddenly became self conscious about how much my skirt was ridding up. I had to pinch my knees together to keep from exposing my panties.

I was then distracted by the sound of loud rap music. There were these four young black guys sitting across from the bathroom compartment. Their heads bounced in unison to the beat. The conductor came by to tell them to turn the music off.

"Get the fuck out of here!" one of them shouted. Of course, the conductor didn't do anything, but walk off embarrassed. This made me laugh, but then I found myself eying these strong black men. "I wonder what it would be like to be with a black guy," I thought. Then, one of them caught me staring. I turned my head away immediately. I glanced up to see the four of them looking at me and laughing. I tried not to look up again.

Once the train started rolling, I had the urge to pee. I usually go before I leave work, but I was in such a rush I didn't think of it. I had a long ride, so I had to use the bathroom. I was somewhat afraid to walk past the tough-looking guys, but what could happen? I mean, the whole car was packed. I tried not to look, but I knew they were watching me.

I used the facilities and washed up. "God I have to go back out there," I thought. I was nervous, but also somewhat aroused. Of course they were looking at me; I'd never looked so sexy. I laughed at myself and opened the door. Immediately I was shoved back into the bathroom. Two of the black guys pinned my back against the wall of the compartment. One of them held his meaty hand over my mouth.

"No one's going to hear you over the music out there," he said. "And so what if they do. None of them are gonna do anything to help you." He squeezed my breast with his other hand, and licked my neck up to my earlobe. The other got down on his knees and slipped my skirt over my round hips with his warm palms.

"I saw you looking at us, bitch," he said. "I know what you want." He pulled the front of my blouse open. I'd never been treated so roughly. Although I was frightened, I couldn't contain my arousal. I've been desperate for sex for weeks now, and I didn't care about the consequences. I watched his eyes widen as I slid my hand over his crotch.

"He'll yeah, this bitch wants cock bad," he said, taking his hand from my mouth.

"I know," said the other as he slipped my panties down to view my well trimmed bush. "Her pussy's soaked."

"Go ahead and fuck me," I sighed, pulling the front of his jeans open and taking hold of his firming prick. "I won't try to stop you."

He unclipped the front of my bra, and my boobs spilled out. "Girl, you got some big titties," he said with a smile, holding them in his palms and then sucking on my large, rosy nipples. The other guy slid two fingers into my damp pussy. I felt shivers over my skin and breathed deeply.

"Oh god I want it so badly," I whimpered. "I'm so damn cock hungry." 

"Well get to it, bitch," one said, and shoved me to my knees. I removed my blouse while they exposed themselves. Their black, stiff dicks were humongous. I wet my lips as they pointed their shafts at my face.

"Suck it!" they commanded. I wrapped my hands around each rod and glided my tongue up one, then the other until they were both good and wet. They became more aroused, and soon were taking turns face-fucking me. Pulling on my hair, they passed me back and forth, jamming their pricks deep down my throat. I felt so dirty, but it was wonderful to have a mouthful of cock again.

"Shit, you suck like a whore," one said. "You gonna get fucked like a whore, too." He reached down and yanked me up by my tits. They took complete control of my body. One stood with his back to the wall, and the other shoved me down towards his friend's dick. I was bent over, bracing myself with my hands against the wall as he pushed my head down to his pole. I wrapped my swollen lips around his cock and sucked it furiously.

The man behind me slapped my curvy bottom. "Get your ass up, slut!" I spread my legs and stuck my butt out high. He peeled my cheeks apart and eased the head of his prick against my dripping hole. "That pussy feels good!" he said, dipping the length of his manhood inside. I came almost immediately. Once deep within me, he grasped my fleshy, white hips and pumped my cunt feverishly. 

I moaned deeply as I felt the intensity of an enormous orgasm approaching. I could hear the loud rap music outside of the compartment, and the men fucked my mouth and pussy to the quick beat. I soon felt the rhythm and rocked my ass into his hips with every thrust. I was then awash in waves of orgasmic bliss. I grunted loudly as my body convulsed under the power of these two giants. 

"Yeah, fuck it, bitch! Fuck it!" the man behind me yelled. Cumming still, I could taste the other's precum. My mouth watered. Then it was flooded with tasty goo. I swallowed two big loads of his yummy sperm, and then took him in deep, milking the last few drops.

"Oh fuck that was good!" I shouted, while the guy behind continued to pound my pussy. He spanked me hard, which made me yelp with pleasure. "You like to eat cum, bitch?" he said.

"I love it! I love swallowing cum!"

"Good, eat it, slut!" he said, quickly turning me around. His cock squirted just before I could wrap my lips around it. He sprayed my face while I opened my mouth wide, eager to catch a treat. It was such a tease. I sat there quivering, trying to lick sperm from my chin, when he ordered me to "stay put." As soon as the two men left, the next two walked in to the compartment.

"She'll fuck you any way you want," one of the men I'd pleasured informed his friend.

"You're a real dirty bitch, huh?" he said, as they hurriedly removed their jeans.

"You're friend's right," I said with a smile. "I'll fuck you however you want." I took off my glasses and stood up. With the men looking me over, I massaged my breasts and bit my lower lip. I couldn't wait to get more action. These two were just as well hung--and just as forceful.

One grabbed my tits and pulled me close to him; he sucked hard on my nipples. "Ouch, that's nice," I whimpered, and began jerking him off.

The other got behind me. He took two big handfuls of my bottom and spread my cheeks wide. I felt his warm face press against my sensitive skin, as he drove his tongue into my tight asshole. The sensation was amazing; my whole body was trembling. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Oh please fuck me," I begged. "I want your cocks so badly."

They pressed their muscular, naked bodies against me, one in front and one behind. I spread my thighs and tightly held the man's shoulders in front of me. I readied myself as they aimed their cocks.

"OH GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD!" I yelled, as they simultaneously worked themselves into my moist pussy and puckered rectum. They somehow forced their fat cocks into my taught holes. I don't know which was more intense, the pleasure or the pain. But, once they were inside, my body responded straight away. I came so hard. I hugged the guy in front tightly, while my hips gyrated. "FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" I howled.

And they did.

Over the course of several station stops, they mercilessly jammed my cunt and asshole, causing tears to stream down my face. "Look here," the guy fucking my ass said. "This bitch wants a ride." He sat on the toilet, and pulled me to him. With my backside facing him, I squatted as he guided his cock into my now well-worn asshole. He yanked me down by my hips, forcing my rectum to swallow the full length of his plump rod.

"Now ride it, bitch!" he commanded, spanking me hard. I moaned at the top of my voice, while I bounced my bottom up and down his shaft. The other guy placed his rod between my engorged breasts. "I want to fuck those big, white titties," he said. I squeezed them tightly around his dick.

Their massive cocks and the continuous spankings drove me mad, as I was pleading for their sperm: "PLEASE CUM, BABY! PLEASE CUM ALL OVER ME! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY TITS! FUCK MY ASS! FUCK MY TITS!"

I felt hot, sticky sperm gush all over my breasts. I couldn't believe how much he came! It felt remarkable against my supple skin. I rubbed his cum all over my breasts, as I continued to slide the other guy's fat dick in and out of my asshole. I felt his hips twitch beneath me; then he grabbed my narrow waist and slammed my bottom into him. "YOW!" I screamed. I never thought a cock could penetrate so far within me. I felt my stretched-out butthole filling up as he shot his warm cum inside. I grinded my chubby cheeks into him until I was certain he was spent.

When I finally stood, some sperm dribbled from my rectum onto his cock and balls. "Clean that up, bitch!" he yelled. Yanking me by my hair, he made me lick up the mess. He rubbed my face into it until it glistened with his stickiness. When he was done, he pushed me to the floor.

"Peace out, whore," they laughed on their way out.

I cleaned up as best I could. By the way they looked at me, I was sure the other passengers knew what was going on in the bathroom compartment. But I couldn't care less. I finally felt release from my desire. It felt incredible. I know you're probably thinking that I'm a total slut now. You're right. I'm becoming a nymphomaniac! It's only been a day, but I'm already getting the urge for more cock. I don't know what I will do next. I feel like nothing is off limits.



All Aboard!



Still a new writer, feedback appreciated.

Disclaimer: All individuals in the following work of fiction are over the age of 18.

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I stepped on the train and shuffled over to my seat. The cabin was almost empty save for a couple of people dressed in business attire. I chalked it up to the late hour and the fact that it was the holiday season. I had just finished my last exam earlier in the evening and was heading home for winter break. I sat down in my compartment, four seats, each pair facing each other. I rested my bag pack on the seat next to me and hoped I would have the luxury of empty seats opposite me so I could rest my feet. I didn't put up my feet just yet, for the fear of appearing rude if it was indeed someone's seat. 

The train ride was an overnight one; I would only reach my destination by about nine the next morning. I smiled to myself when I saw the train attendants coming round, doing their checks, assuming all passengers were on board and we were almost ready to go. Just as I was about to kick up my feet I saw a figure walk up beside me. Dressed in a plaid mini skirt and white shirt, she was stunning. The beautiful young woman smiled down to me then grabbed a pull along suitcase, lifting it to the overhead compartment. As she stretched her arms up to fit her bag, her shirt rose up, revealing her little tummy to me. From the small glimpse, I was turned on, at the sight of the young beauty's bare skin. Again, she looked down at me as I quickly averted my eyes, hoping she had not caught me staring at her. She sat down opposite me, pulling her blonde hair behind her, resting her head back. 

"Heading home for the holidays?" she said in an angelic voice.

"Um, yeah, just got out of class actually," I replied.

"Oh, you go to the college?" she questioned.

"Yeah, you?"

"Nope, private college, hence the uniform," she said, looking down to her skirt and shirt.

"Ohh, I think my friend's sister goes there," I commented.

She nodded her head, "I'm Sarah by the way," she giggled. 

"Sean," I replied as we exchanged smiles.

As the train finally got going, we continued with our conversation. From our talk, I had gathered that Sarah was 20, a year younger than I was, and that she had just finished her first semester at college. I also learned that she lived in the town next to mine; she was two stops before my own. As our conversation dwindled, we retreated to time by ourselves, me to my ipod, and she to her book. About a half hour later, I noticed she had drifted off to sleep. I decided to get some shuteye myself, switching off my ipod and resting my head against the window. I awoke some time later, looking at my watch; realizing about 45 minutes had passed. I looked over to a still sleeping Sarah. As the train rolled on, I continued to look at Sarah as she shifted in her seat, trying to find a comfortable position. The cabin was dark now, the only light came from one down the cabin, and the quickly moving lights of the city outside as we rode past it. I looked on as Sarah continued shifting. As she continued moving, I noticed her already short skirt become even shorter as it rode higher and higher up her legs, then thighs. 

My eyes were glued to her as more and more of her bare flesh was revealed to me. I took a chance and switched on our compartment light, in an effort to get a better view, luckily it did not awake her from her slumber. I looked around guiltily, but no one took notice. The light did wonders as I now gazed upon her with ease. She was exposed to about halfway up her thighs. My eyes were locked to her creamy inner thigh. I bent my head down slightly, to see if I could manage to see more. I learnt that I could as my eyes now came to wander between Sarah's legs, as I caught glimpses of her underwear. Sarah shifted again; now, the black panties that covered her sex were clear in my view. I noticed the slight outline of the lips of her pussy pressed against the black shiny fabric. The train hit a bump and I quickly straightened my head. I looked over to Sarah, shocked at the sight of her staring back at me. She looked down to her hiked up skirt, as I looked out the window in fear, as if nothing happened. Sarah slowly rose from her seat,

"I need to use the rest room," she whispered, heading to the back of the cabin.

"Holy shit! Did she see me? Was she going to tell someone?" the numerous questions running through my mind as I began to panic. My nerves were somewhat eased when I saw Sarah return by herself, smile and all. She took her seat, grinning wider as I did my best to avoid eye contact. Eventually, I looked at her as she looked back at me, smiling.

"I have something for you," she said in a bubbly voice.

"Uh" I paused," I mean, what is it?" I queried.

"You have to close your eyes," she requested.

Reluctantly, I shut my eyes and waited, "Ok, now reach out you hand," she continued.

I did as she instructed, stretching my right hand out before me, holding my palm open. It wasn't long before I felt Sarah's soft hand on mine as she placed something in my palm, cloth, material of some sort. I opened my eyes and looked down. Clenched in my fist were Sarah's black panties. Confused, l looked up to her.

"You looked like you were breaking you neck to catch a glimpse, so I thought I'd help you out," she explained as I opened the garment, gazing on its petite frame.

Feeling at ease, and taking a couple of seconds to come up with a response, I looked at her.

"Thanks, but it's what they covered I was trying to catch a glimpsed of," I cheekily replied. Sarah blushed profusely at my comment.

"Is that so?" she questioned as I began returning the smiles. Sarah lowered her hands, pressing her skirt between her legs teasingly. I stared into her sultry eyes as Sarah ran her hands up her thighs, sliding her skirt up along the way. Sarah's legs were now fully exposed, with her skirt bunched up around her crotch. I felt myself begin to harden as my cock pressed against the confines of my tightening jeans. Sarah smiled at the sight of my developing bulge. I placed her panties to my side and ran my hand over my shaft. She continued exploring with her hands, finally lifting her skirt. I smiled as I stared at her exposed pussy, the lips puckered and swollen. There was a peppering of stubble around her crotch, to which I commented,

"Someone hasn't been keeping up with their shaving."

"Finals week, you know how it is," she joked. 

I sensed a bit of apprehension when Sarah looked around, but realized she was just double-checking our privacy before her next move. Sarah raised her hands to her chest, unbuttoning the buttons on her white shirt. When she was done with the last button, Sarah opened her shirt, running her hands up her stomach, and then cupping her right breast, over a very sexy black lace bra. Teasingly, she ran her fingers over the top of her breasts, slowly slipping it into her bra, grabbing a handful of her wonderfully petite breasts. Sarah abruptly stopped when we heard a loud cough from behind her. In her fear, she sprang over to my side of the seats. We both began to laugh as we realized the interruption had come from all the way from the front of the cabin. Sarah placed my bag on the other side, getting comfortable in her new seat. We now had the pleasure of close proximity as Sarah sat beside me. Again looking at the bulge pressed against my jeans, Sarah lowered her hand to me. I moaned aloud as she ran her hand the length of my manhood, squeezing and pressing along the way.

"Mhmm, so hard? Is this for me?" she asked in a cute innocent voice. I replied with a smile. 

"It must be getting tight in there," she commented as she continued massaging me through my jeans. She tiptoed her fingers up to the buckle on my jeans, undoing the button, and slowly unzipping me. Feeling the tension ease, I lifted my waist as Sarah tugged on my jeans, pulling it down under my thighs. Her eyes widened at the sight of my hardened cock, arched in the confines of my boxers. She reached over to the other seat, retrieving one of the train's blankets. She threw it over us. Again, I felt Sarah's hands on my groin. She slipped her hand through the slit in my boxers pulling my erect cock through. I groaned at her touch. Deciding to repay the favor, I worked my hands down to Sarah's waist, sliding it under her skirt. A slight sigh escaped her as I slid my fingers along her cunt. I ran my fingers over her sex a few more times, getting her wet, as she slowly started to pump my shaft. As the slowness of her hand teased me, I slid a finger into her. We both looked into each other's eyes as we learned in, sharing a sensual kiss. Sarah broke away from our kiss, bending over to my groin. Her position forced me to remove my hand from her, placing it on my side. She lifted the blanket, briefly exposing my throbbing cock to the open. She buried herself beneath the blanket. I sat there looking down at Sarah beside me, only her legs visible, the rest hidden by the blanket. 

Soon I felt her breathing, her hot breath enveloping cock. The sensation that followed was unimaginable. I closed my eyes as I felt her warm moist tongue lick the length of my shaft, from the base go up. She did this a couple times as if licking on an ice cream cone. Then, on one of the occasions she got to the top, she paused, licking the mushroom head of my penis. My mind was spinning as her delicate tongue swirled around the tip of my cock. Sarah continued tantalizingly sucking on my cock, now slipping it into her mouth, an inch at a time. Every time she almost had me all in, she would retreat to slurping on the tip. I groaned at her tease and she finally gave in. She engulfed my entire shaft, and bobbed her head up and down, allowing her tongue so slide against me. The young minx slid my cock in and out of her mouth for minutes on end. Before I knew it, I felt my oncoming orgasm. My hips bucked as my cock twitched. As my prick began shooting hot cum, Sarah slowed her bobbing. I now felt a hand on my shaft, as it squeezed its way up, to where her mouth remained. Sarah milked and swallowed every drop of me before returning from under the blanket. When she did, her hair was all over the place, with small beads of sweat on her forehead. I raised a hand to comb her hair,

"That was so amazing," I complimented, as her hand remained around my cock until it went limp. She smiled back at me, resting her head on my shoulder. I don't know who was more exhausted, me or her. After we caught our breaths, Sarah looked up to me.

"You know, the restroom seemed pretty spacious," she commented, with a grin.

She didn't need to explain, I knew exactly what she meant. 

"Meet you in two minutes," I replied. Sarah buttoned her shirt and casually got up heading to the restroom. I sat there, the thought of her waiting for me, causing a stir in my groin. I pulled up my jeans, buttoning it without doing the zip. After the two minutes, I got up from my seat and headed for the restroom. I gently knocked against the door, and heard it unlock from the inside. I slid the door opened and was greeted by Sarah, sat on the sink. I quickly entered, shutting the door behind me. The bright lights in the restroom illuminated Sarah's magnificent body to me as she sat there, her legs dangling over the side of the sink. I approached her, noting that the countertop the sink sat on was the perfect height. Sarah, who had unbuttoned her shirt again, now proceed to peel it off herself. I leaned in, planting a kiss on her neck, working my way up her face, till I felt her tongue, parting my lips. I raised a hand along her stomach, up to her chest, running it over the cups of her bra as I felt the hardness of her nipples poking through. I looked to the mirror behind me as I guided my hands to the clasp of her bra, unhooking it, letting fall to her side. I broke our kiss to get a view of her naked chest. Her petite breasts were adorable, slightly bigger than an A cup. Her pink nipples were erect as I again ran my hand over them, this time her bear skin. I lowered my face to them, licking around her areolas, taking the time that she had shown to me. Then I kissed my way down her tiny stomach. I looked up into her wanton eyes as I undid the buttons on her skirt, letting it fall open. I took a moment to admire her bare pussy under the bright lights and then stepped between her legs, again leaning in, kissing her deeply. As we explored each other's mouths, I felt Sarah's hands on my body, first on my hips, then at my groin. Again, she massaged my hardening cock through the confines of my jeans. 

Then, she undid the buckle, allowing my jeans to fall to the floor. Still locked in an erotic kiss, I lowered my hands, sliding my boxers down my legs to join my jeans at my ankle. I reached behind Sarah, grasping hold of her soft ass. I massaged it in my hands a few seconds before pulling her slightly forward. I felt her warm sex push against my throbbing member. She lowered her hands, grabbing my cock firmly, rubbing it over her entrance and all over her crotch. She broke from our kiss, looking into my eyes. She looked so enticing. She passed my cock over the prickliness of her pubic stubble, before returning it to the wetness of her entrance. We both smiled as I eased forward as she allowed my penis to penetrate her. Still holding my cock, she guided me into her snatch. We both released simultaneous moans, which led us to release simultaneous giggles. Before I knew it, I was pressed all the way into her as I felt the friction of her stubble against my pelvis. She pulled me in for a kiss as I began to gently slide my cock out of and into her warm pussy. Thankfully, our kiss managed to muffle the sounds of our moans along with the noise of the train rolling on. I let my hands wander over Sarah's body, down behind to her ass, pulling her to meet my thrusts, then sliding them up, grabbing hold of her tits, massaging them in my hands. Meanwhile, Sarah was digging her fingers into my back as she pulled me forward with each push. 

"Mhmm, uhhh!" she moaned into my mouth. 

I continued prodding her with my cock as I felt her clit drag against my shaft. Sarah lowered a hand and began massaging her clit as we continued to fuck. 

As my lunges grew harder, Sarah buried her face in the crook of my neck, gently biting on my bare shoulder.

Her young twenty-year-old pussy was like a vice on my cock, tight and warm, her juices providing a slick comfort. As I groaned, she too responded with sounds of her own,

"Ahh, fuck!! mhmm, faster! mhmm," she pleaded, as I obeyed, quickening my pace. I could sense that my orgasm was not too far away, but not before, I felt Sarah's pussy tighten around my cock.

"Oooo! mhmmmm!" she screeched, "I'm gonna cum!! I'm, I'm, ahh! cummng!!" she announced as felt her gush of pleasure soak my penis as her pussy continued contracting around me. Not too long after, I felt my body begin to tense.

"I'm gonna blow," I grunted. 

"Mhmm, yeah baby, cum in me, I want to feel your warm cum full me," the minx encouraged. I continued maneuvering in and out of her dripping vagina and felt my body spasm as my cock began to pulsate, shooting my warm seed into her.

"Uhhh!" I grunted as I leaned over the girl, continuing to spew cum from my member. 

"Mhmm, you like that, mhmm, yeah," she moaned as her pussy milked my cock. As the sensation of my orgasm subsided, I pulled myself out of her as Sarah grabbed some toilet paper, cleaning both of our sexes. Sarah hopped off the sink and helped me pull up my boxers and jeans, patting down on my cock as she zipped me up. Sarah buttoned her skirt while I retrieved her underwear that I had tucked into my jeans pocket. She strapped back on her bra and buttoned her shirt. I handed her the black panties and watched as she slid them up her slender legs, and up under her skirt. She smiled as a looked at her, and slowly exited the restroom. I looked around to see if anyone had grown suspicious, but saw that most everyone was asleep. I walked over to our compartment and took my seat. A few minutes later Sarah came walking up the aisle and sat down beside me. She curled up to my side, resting her head on my shoulder as she spread the blanket as best she could to cover us both. We both fell asleep to the sound of the rumbling train. 

We were awoken hours later by a loud thud and the screeching halt of the train. Both of us in shock, we looked around as the emergency lights in the train lit up. After a few seconds, a hollow tinny voice came over the train's speakers.

"The transit authority apologizes for this convenience. There seems to be a mechanical function with the train's onboard computer system. We have just been informed that technicians won't be able to fix the problem till morning. Luckily we came to a halt halfway onto a train stop so those wishing to leave can do so. We will be handing out transport and hotel vouchers at the exit. Once again, we sincerely apologize for this massive inconvenience."

Still a bit startled, Sarah and I looked at each other in bemusement. We looked out to the train station to see where we were. I was still some distance from my hometown, but we were only two stops away from Sarah's. 

"Well, we could find somewhere to crash the night, get a cab to my place in the morning, and I can get my car and drop you home if you like," Sarah suggested.

Unable to come up with a better plan, I nodded, "Sounds good."

We gathered our things and headed for the exit. As we left the train, an attendant handed us some vouchers. We wandered onto the streets, checking the time; it was about one in the morning. Luckily, it seemed to be a very upscale part of town. It only took us walking two blocks before we came across a decent enough hotel. We shuffled into the empty lobby and up to the desk where an older gentleman sat.

"Hi, we need a room for the rest of the night," I told him.

"No problem sir, will that be cash or credit?" he replied.

"Credit," I responded.

"Great, I'll just need your card and id."

I retrieved my wallet and turned over the cards. Minutes later Sarah and I were on the elevator heading up to our room. Standing behind her in the elevator, I couldn't help but admire her. Feeling devilish, I snaked my hands between her knees, as she shivered at my touch, but did not protest. I ran my fingers along her warm skin, up under her skin, till I reached her panty covered pussy. She let out a sigh as I pressed my middle finger against the lips of her pussy. Sarah giggled as we ran to our room when the elevator doors opened. Taking quick account of the room, we set our bags down and headed for the bed. 

"I hope you don't think this is payment for the room," she joked as she sat me down on the edge of the bed, standing in front of me. 

Sarah began unbuttoning her white shirt, revealing her black bra as the shirt fell to the floor. She then reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to the ground as well.

Her breasts were the truly perfect size; they weren't large, but they weren't small, either. They were perky and round, perfectly accenting her nipples, which poked erect. She continued stripping, unbuttoning her skirt and letting it drop to the floor. She hooked her thumbs around the straps of her panties, turned around, and gently pulled them to the ground. Her ass was almost perfect. It was firm and round. She walked over to the bed and kissed me on the lips, darting her tongue to the back of my mouth. I grabbed her face and kissed her harder, gently running my hands down her body. Holding the kiss, I ran my hand across one of Sarah's breasts and gently kneaded it like a ball of dough. She moaned as I rubbed her nipple and continued to play with her breasts.

I then started to kiss down her neck and chest, stopping at her breasts. I sucked on her nipples gently. Sarah put her hands on the back of my head and pushed her breasts into my face. I continued to suck hard, going back and forth between her nipples. I got on my knees and started to kiss Sarah's belly, causing her to moan softly and shoot her head back in ecstasy. After a while, Sarah stepped back, grabbed my hands, and stood me up. She dropped to her knees, unzipping my pants and letting them drop to the hard wood floor.




All Aboard!



Sarah looked at me, with passion ablaze in her eyes. 

I ran my hand through her long, blonde hair. She pulled my boxers down and threw them across the room. She took my cock into her hands and started stroking it, sending waves of pleasure through my body. Sarah stuck her tongue out, sliding it all around the head of my cock. She then moved her mouth onto my hard cock, took it in her mouth, and began bobbing her head up and down slowly, looking up at me while she did. Sarah adjusted to the rest of my cock as she continued to move in, until her nose brushed up against my body. 

"Oh, God. Sarah, don't stop," I moaned loudly.

She obliged. She continued to move up and down slowly on my cock. Almost as soon as she quickened her pace, Sarah quickly removed her mouth from my throbbing cock and stood up, causing me to moan. She giggled at her tease and kissed me passionately, pushing me back towards the bed. I spun her around and lifted her up onto the bed. I then started to kiss down her stomach, running my tongue to her wet pussy. Sarah moaned, her juices already flowing, as I inserted my tongue into her pussy. I started at the bottom of her pussy, slowly moving up and down before I got to her clit. Once there, I started flicking my tongue over her clit, watching Sarah squirm as she continued to moan loudly. I took her clit into my mouth and sucked on it hard, grabbing it with my teeth and pulling on it as she started closing her legs around me. Sarah, unable to last a moment longer, released me and pulled me on top of her.

"I need you in me," she pleaded.

I slowly slid my rigid cock into her welcoming pussy. Sarah winced in pleasure, wrapping her legs around my back. She was beginning to lose control, her moans permeating the air around us. I began pumping slowly into Sarah's tight pussy, causing her to get louder with every push.

I slid my hands under her back as I continued pumping. We rolled around the bed almost falling off. We rolled again, until Sarah was on top. Pulling the covers over us, she squirmed above me, desperately thrusting her hips on me. Her face was an expression of pure pleasure, her mouth gaping open and her eyes half-closed. As I continued to pump into her, Sarah began to sit up. She placed her hands on my chest for support, and began to slowly rise and fall, beginning to match my slow rhythm. I ran my hands up Sarah's thighs, until I rested my grasp around her waist. 

She started going faster, as beads of perspiration trickled between her beautiful breasts. As her speed increased, her moans became grunts and she became more verbal.

"Yeah, that's it. mhmmm! Oh fuck yeah," she breathed. Her breasts started giggling as she bounced with youthful exuberance, impaling herself over and over again with my hard cock. I moved my hands over her firm ass. With my hands gripping her ass cheeks, I began taking control again, thrusting my hips into her.

"Yes! Oh, fuck me! Faster! mhm uhh faster, harder!!" she cried. She then tilted her head back and arched her spine, almost ready to come. 

"AH! OH GOD! YES! YES!" she exclaimed, convulsing as her pussy constricted against my cock. Almost instantly, I felt myself tense up.

"Sarah! I'm coming!" I said sharply.

"Do it!" she demanded. As Sarah was finishing her sentence, I emptied my load into her, splashing my semen up her vaginal canal and into her young, limber body. Sarah shot her head straight back and screamed in pure orgasmic pleasure.

She collapsed onto the bed and slid over to me, resting her head on my chest. I pulled the covers over our sweaty heap, as we she curled up close to me.

"Oh my God, that was absolutely amazing." Sarah said in a husky voice.

"Yeah, you weren't too bad yourself," I teased.

She jabbed me in the shoulder with her arm as she chuckled. We layed there covered in each other's juices nodding off to sleep.



All Aboard!



She ran onto the platform just as the train pulled away from the platform.

"No!," she exclaimed, her hands raised in despair. 

A few onlookers smiled knowingly as they appraised the young woman. Her dark skirt suit was slightly disheveled from the run to the platform and her skirt had ridden up to show the lace tops of her thigh highs. She wore her chocolate hair just off her shoulders as it framed her face. Her green, piercing eyes shown from under her bangs with a fire fueled by anger, frustration and desperation. I had noticed this woman before on several previous occasions on the train platform. She was always composed and carried herself professionally. I had always considered her a sexy woman, controlled and demur. In her current state, however, she was sizzling hot. Her eyes were wild and her movements nearly out of control as she watched after the departing train. I watched as she finally gave in to the inevitable, sighed deeply, and pulled a cell phone from her purse. Her heels clacked as the strode towards me and sat next to me on the bench. She must have just been connected as I heard her say,

"Yes, Mr. Reyes please." A pause and then, "Yes. This is Shana Parfel. I have an appointment with him today.

I knew a Mr. Reyes. Quite well actually as I had worked for him for six years now. But I doubted that they were the same person. The woman, Shana, looked at me and gave me one of those tight lipped smiles that said 'I see you, now mind your business.' I cast me eyes forward and down but continued to listen, my interest piqued.

"Good morning Mr. Reyes. Yes, this is Shana Parfel and I am calling to tell you that I won't be able to make our eight o'clock meeting. Well, yes sir, it is very important. No sir, I pride myself on being on time. No sir. Could we possibly reschedule for later in the day. Perhaps I could buy you lunch. I am sure you would be very interested in my company's newest product. No sir. Yes sir, I understand. Good bye."

Shana turned to me, feeling my gaze on her, "Do you mind?"

I felt my blood heat my face and sweat started forming on my forehead.

"Look, I'm sorry, but I couldn't help but overhear you call the man on the other end of the line Mr. Reyes. I work for a Mr. Reyes so it caught my attention, though I'm sure they are not the same person. I work at Meditech Industries. Sorry to intrude."

I couldn't help but see the disbelief wash over her face.

"Meditech Industries? The Meditech. What do you mean you work for him? Like you work in some cubicle and see him in the hall on occasion?"

My contrition quickly turned to annoyance at her attitude as I scoffed.

"I am Mr. Reyes's assistant. For six years now actually. And what is your deal? Obviously you are having a bad day, but point that attitude somewhere else!"

As my face reddened with anger, hers flushed with embarrassment. She fought to compose herself as she explained.

"I was due at Meditech at eight o'clock for a very important meeting with Mr. Reyes. I was going to pitch a new product to him. This is a very important account. If it falls through, my company may not survive. You said you were his assistant. You mean, like his secretary?"

"Sort of, I guess. But more like a personal assistant. Mr. Reyes is my mentor. Actually, I know of your appointment. I made it with your secretary, Natalie, I think. You work for, let me think...IPF. Wait, you said on the phone that your name was Parfel. As in Bart Parfel?"

"Yes, I'm his daughter. I guess that you could say that he is my mentor. He was counting on me to make this sale, but now I just don't know. Mr. Reyes seems adamant that he will not see me now."

"Being late is his biggest pet peeve. He absolutely loathes when people are late. Says it shows disrespect."

"That sounds like my dad. But really I had no control over this. I had an emergency this morning and, well, missed my train. Is there anything I could do that may make Mr. Reyes reconsider?"

My mind, devious and male that it was, raced with possibilities. The whole 'I'd do anything if you can do me this favor' fantasy was playing over in my mind. I could think of more than a few things this woman could do to make me want to help her.

"What exactly did you have in mind to get him to change his mind?"

"Well," she said, "I thought that maybe you could talk to him and get him to see me."

A smirk lingered on my lips. "I could do that, but why exactly should I? You told me that this was a huge account for your company. How huge would it be if I got you in the door?"

"I wouldn't know how to repay you. I would be in your debt big time. Anything you could do I would appreciate."

I sat back and smiled knowingly and waited. Shana watched me for a few seconds and slowly as realization came to her, I watched her eyebrows arch before she spoke in a hushed tone.

"Are you thinking what I think you are thinking?"

I tilted my head in her direction and raised my eyebrows in response.

"There's no way I'm going to sleep with you to get this account. Hell, you can't even give me the account!"

"No, but I can guarantee that without me, your account, and from the sounds of it, your company are both doomed. So either you do exactly what I tell you or we can part ways and you can go tell Daddy how you single handedly brought his company down."

Shana crossed her arms and huffed. I almost smiled at her childish response, but my newfound power over her kept my face stern and body rigid. After thirty seconds, I inched forward on the bench and started to rise to my feet. Shana's arm shot out to catch my shoulder.

"All right!" she hissed. "I'll have sex with you, but that's it. And only after I talk to Mr. Reyes."

I continued to my feet and took a step away before she bolted to her feet and grabbed at my elbow.

"What! What else do you want?"

"I told you. You will do what you are told. And you will do it now. Not when or how you want, but when and how I want. Period. Those are my terms. You can make up your own mind whether you want to except my offer. And I can and will get you in to see Mr. Reyes by lunchtime today if you stick to your part of the deal. You've got ten seconds to decide."

I didn't want to give her too much time to think of a way out. I saw her face contort as she tried to think her way out of the situation but as the ten seconds passed, resignation slowly took hold and she nodded her head.

"OK. Deal. Whatever you want until noon then."

My cock swelled as she spoke and I took her arm and directed her back to the bench where we could sit.

"We have about fifteen minutes until the next train leaves. Go to the restroom and pull your panties up into your pussy, between your lips. Also, pull your tits out of your bra and let them hang that way."

Shock registered on Shana's face and she started to protest until she saw the look on my face. Slowly she rose and walked to the restroom. Five minutes later, she emerged walking a bit differently. As she neared I dropped a pen onto the ground at my feet. 

"Pick that up for me, would you?" 

She started to bend at the knees and a gasp escaped her lips as her panties ground into her clit. She handed me the pen and started to stand.

"Stand slowly and bend towards me. Show me those tits."

Her mouth tightened against her teeth but she rose slowly, bending at the waist to give me a glimpse of her newly freed tits. I watched as her nipples brushed the fabric of her shirt. I heard her breath catch and I leaned forward to catch her bottom lip with my teeth and slowly pull her towards me. As she leaned forward, she braced herself by placing her hands on my thighs. I released her lip and pressed my lips to hers forcing her mouth to submit as I probed her mouth with my tongue. As I broke the kiss, I glanced around the busy platform and found several men watching the show.

"Look at all your admirers, Slut. If only they knew that your panties were yanked up into your pussy or that your tits were hanging out like a common whore. Perhaps they would like to see for themselves what they are missing."

"No! Please. You can't."

"I can, and I will. Or you can turn and walk away from me and your chances of closing your deal."

I slowly slid my hand up her calf slowly until I reached the lacy tops of her thigh highs. I hooked a finger into the hem, slid it from the back of her leg to the front, pulled hard and then released the lace from my grip. The THWAK seemed loud but more evident was the startled breath and slight whimper Shana let loose. I began back up the back of her leg cupping her ass for a second and then grasped her panties with my finger. I could feel the heat emanating from her pussy as I moved my finger to the front and gathered the material in my fist. 

"Decide now. Either you are in or out. Take what I have to give you and get your meeting, or walk away now. I suggest you make your mind up quickly. The train is pulling in and you have a few fans."

Shock registered on her face as she quickly looked around, her eyes darting around the horny faces of the onlookers.

"Fine! I'm yours until lunchtime. Now let's get out of here."

"Not so fast," I said. 

My fist jerked up three times, each more forceful than the last. I received exactly what I expected from her. Surprise followed quickly by a gasp of pleasure and grimaces of pain by the last tug.

"Just so we are clear, you will address me as Master for the rest of the morning. What I call you will depend on you. For now, Slut will do."

I released by grip and motioned for her to stand. The redness in her face spread down her neck and to her chest. She started to wriggle and remove the panties from her pussy. I stood quickly, closed the two feet between us and gripped one of her nipples through her shirt. I tightened my grip to crush her nipple and started twisting. Her cry of pain made my cock throb.

"You weren't given permission to move your panties. Pull them back up now."

Her eyes watered with pain and humiliation as I continued to squeeze her nipple. She waited defiantly for a few seconds before pulling her panties back up. I gripped her panties through her skirt and gave them five quick powerful tugs. They had been pulled up so far by this time that they were riding an inch above her skirt. Surprisingly I saw her face contort not just in pain, but also pleasure.

"You are actually enjoying this a bit aren't you, Slut?"

"No! That's ridiculous! You're an ass!"

My fist gripping her panties began a slow trip up, applying more and more pressure to her clit. Once she was dancing from foot to foot on her toes, I responded.

"You (tug) will (tug) call (tug) me (tug) Master (tug). Or you will suffer pain like you haven't imagined (three hard fast tugs)".

She nearly toppled over and I grabbed her arm to steady her. Out of the corner of my eye I saw one of our audience rush off to the men's room, no doubt to give himself some relief from his very evident hard on. I let her loose and straightened my tie. I grabbed my briefcase and started towards the just stopped train, leaving her standing on her toes. Perhaps five seconds later I heard the 'clip clip' of her heels rushing after me. By the time I reached the train, she was beside me.

"Are we clear on the rules of this arrangement?" I asked her.

"Yes...Mas-ter. We are clear."

"Good. Then get your ass on the train. Go to the restroom, remove your skirt and wait for me"

"Yes, master"

She stepped up a bit awkwardly to the first step and grabbed the railing to steady herself. I waited until she was on the second step at just the right height and swung my hand down hard on her right ass cheek. She squealed and nearly jumped up to the third and final step and took the corner to find the restroom. I turned around and glanced back at the onlookers. All of them smiled widely but one actually gave me a small golfers clap right before she made her way to the train and boarded the next car down. 

To be continued... 



All Aboard?



"Have I missed the boat" A hint of manic desperation betrays itself in my cracked voice. The customer services assistant looks at me with a twinkle in her eye. How can you be so bloody happy at this time of day I think to myself.

"Yes Sir, sorry but she has just set sail", Again that twinkle.

I groan inwardly, not quite believing that I have missed the boat, depression and a dire need to get of the island grab hold of me.

The Lady behind the counter is talking to me, something about changing my ticket to a later time of day, I explain that I also have rail tickets ad connections. I pick up my bag and head home. I'm still trying to get my head around it when I notice a woman sitting in the main entrance on a suitcase.

"Did you miss the boat as well?" My voice is still a croaky whisper from waking up so suddenly and not having time for a drink.

"Yes" The glum look on her face says it all, she is not a happy bunny, and I can understand totally what she is going through. 

" I slept in this morning after setting four alarms last night, just to be sure, and I still slept through them al" She is looking me directly in the eye, and I notice that hers are different colours. One blue and one green, but some how in her face, it doesn't look odd.

"Do you smoke?" I ask taking my tobacco tin from my coat pocket.

"Yes, but I was in such a hurry this morning that I managed to leave my ciggies on the kitchen table" There is a laugh in her voice, even though I suspect that she doesn't find it in the least bit amusing.

"Would you like a roll up?" I ask, taking a pre-rolled fag from my tin and offering it her way.

"Oh, thank you, I have been dying for one since I got up." Her eyes smile this time as she reaches up and takes the pro-offered cigarette from my hand. Our fingers brush as the ciggie changes hands and I look up to find that's she is looking at my face. I smile and drop the fag into her open palm.

"Thank you" She says, now while the smile spread across her face. 

"No problem, i'm glad I can help a fellow passenger in need" We both laugh and I reach across and offer her a light. She nods a thanks and draws deeply on her home made cigarette. I can tell like like me that she enjoys a good smoke, she closes her eyes and exhales a long stream of bluish grey smoke from her mouth and nostrils. I can't help but stare, she is a beautiful woman, and she's talking to me. My mind is now working at full speed, and i'm thinking of a way to invite her back to mine for a cup of coffee. I'd hate to come of as a presumptuous pillock and scare her away. I laugh at myself and shake my head gently.

"So where you going home or going on holiday?" She asks with genuine interest.

"I was supposed to be going to Leicester to visit an old friend, but it looks like i'll have to go tomorrow now. What bout yourself?"

"I was just going to Liverpool for a long weekend, stay with a couple of friends, do some shopping. Ha, I suppose i'll have to wait until tomorrow myself now" She smiles up at me as she laughs about our predicament. I have to laugh myself, it's not, at the ed of the day, the worst thing that could happen.

"I'm John, by the way" I introduce myself and I hold out my hand

"Hiya John, I'm Sharon." She take my hand and I can feel how smooth her skin is, and warm. My own hands are like blocks of ice with the cold, poor circulation causing me much distress.

"Your a local then?" I ask her

"Born and bred, and judging by your accent i'd say you were too" A smile twitches at the corners of her mouth, she hides it well by taking another drag on her cigarette.

"Yep, a Douglas boy for almost 23 years now"

"I'm from Port Erin myself, moved there from Ramsey when I was a baby, almost 26 now" She smiles, I think she realises what i'm up to. 

"Do you need a ride home, I have the car parked in long stay." 

"I dunno, there's no one home right now, my parents are both in Greece for two weeks." 

"They never missed their boat I take it" She laughs at my joke and I smile.

"No they made it on time, I could do with a coffee though, i'm parched, do you think there's any cafe's open?"

"I shouldn't think so, not at this time of day." I take a chance and ask her if she would like to come back to my house for one.

"That would be great, thank you John".

"Don't thank me just yet, you haven't tasted my coffee" She laughs and tells me that she has never been any good at making her own, so mine can't be any worse.

I hold out my hand to help her up from her seat and she takes it with a smile. She pulls herself up and stands in front of me, it's only then that I see her for he beautiful woman she is. Tall and slim, her breasts swelling under her coat, rising and falling with every breath she takes. Her long dark hair falling around her shoulders as a gust of wind passes by. Her full lips have the faintest hint of lipstick and she is wearing very little make up. Her beauty is such that she doesn't need a lot.

We throw our cigarette stubs away and I shoulder my backpack, watching as she lifts her case and extends the handle so she can wheel it along behind her. 

"Are we ready?"

"Ready when you are" she says with a nod and a smile "Thanks for this John"

"It's not problem, I didn't exactly have plans for the day" We laugh and stat walking the 100 yards to where my car is parked.

We chat about all sorts during our walk and then our drive back to my house. I can't help but look at her at every chance, she is beautiful, and she has such an amazing personality, I can feel my second brain take over the controls. All I want is her, it's the only thing that's now on my mind, I must have her.

We leave the bags in the car and I invite you in, we divulge ourselves of our coats and walk to the kitchen where I put the kettle on. 

"Milk and sugar?" I ask

"Milk please, no sugar, i'm sweet enough" She says this so calmly, then we both break down into torrents of laughter. Her face had been so serious while she said it!

We laugh until the tears are running down our cheeks, and I really can't help myself when I reach out and wipe her tears from her cheek. She reaches up and takes hold of my hand, and she gently brushes her lips against my finger tips. I shake with excitement, but I put it on hold.

I pull my hand back and smile at her, "Lets have this coffee"

She smile's and nod's, never taking her eyes from me, I can feel them boring into my skull from behind as I pour the milk into our mugs. I carry the mugs of steaming coffee into the living room and place them on the coffee table. I then tell her to make herself at home and I sit on the sofa. Surprisingly, so does she. I feel her leg brush mine as she sits next to me, she leans forward to pick up her mug, but as she does her blouse part and opens at the top where it is unbuttoned and I am treated to a view of her very smooth looking breasts encased inside a black lace bra. I feel my little soldier starting to stand to attention, so I think of other things, mundane things to take the swelling away.

We talk about ourselves, sharing small secrets, likes and dislikes, general getting to know you talk. Some of the things she tells me shock me slightly, she is a very open person and doesn't mind telling people what's on her mind. The biggest shock of all was when she looked me directly in the eye and said...."My pussy is dripping wet John, I can feel my juices running into the crack of my ass"

What shocked me even more was my response....."I could plug that for you Sharon"

And so began our fall into depravity, the things we did together were filled with both love and lust. Our relationship was about to flourish in a big way, and we were about to fulfill our fantasies, no matter how taboo or degrading to ourselves they might be. I wanted this woman as much as she wanted me, and we were both of the opinion that "anything goes".

(I know there isn't actually any erotica in this story, that is because his is but a prelude to bigger and better thing. I have set the scene for some of the best Literotica on the site. All you need to do is be patient, and absorb the things you already know about this story. For when I return I will blow your minds, you will blow your load!!!) 



All Aboard Betty



Author's Note: I'd like to hear from you with constructive comments; instead of "It sucks," tell me "Why it sucks." If you got off on it, that would be fun to know too. 

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My friend, George, the sleeping car attendant, teases me with a double entendre private nickname. He calls me "All-Aboard Betty." Let me explain. I have necessarily drawn George into a conspiracy because I need him to achieve my purpose during periodic journeys aboard The Frontier, a transcontinental passenger train. When I'm aboard the Frontier becomes instead the Piece Train. (Apologies to Yusuf Islam. The devil made me do that.)

It is a risqué appellation that alludes to my dalliances as The Frontier makes its leisurely way across two the continent. I love sex. I want to fuck and be fucked. It gives me not only great pleasure but also affirmation as an attractive and desirable woman. I do all that I can to assure that I will not "go gently into that goodnight." 

I particularly love to fuck much younger men preferably large and well endowed young men. At the same time I don't dismiss for dimension where imagination and enthusiasm compensate. If I can bring them to like minds with me (as I do) I get my greatest pleasure in taking on a pair at the same time. (I may work myself up to a troika one day.) At certain times of the year I've found The Frontier to be a rewarding venue to select and seduce those I choose to bring into my bed and my body. 

Thus, George teases good-naturedly, calling me privately "All Aboard Betty." Until now what I tell you has been just between George and me. George is a willing co-conspirator who remains committed to protecting our privacy when my sexual gandy dancers are laying me down and pounding home their spikes of flesh. He also acts as my protector and I can reach him quickly if some asshole sadist or brute tries to hurt me or force me to do something I don't want to; anal sex for example. If you like that you might as well quit reading now because there's no ass-fucking or sadism in my story.

George also facilitates by arranging dining car seating, discrete access to and egress of my compartment, room service and other incidental courtesies that smooth the way for seduction of my chosen partners. On occasion he has also served as photographer and videographer. He has complete access to the entire train and has become an excellent scout for candidates that he knows will please me. In return I compensate George with a generous tip at the end of our journey.

I also treat him to sex that includes cum in my mouth blow job(s), all the sucking, fondling and fingering he wants or that our time allows, jacking off and cumming on me, and all the pussy he can eat; but no fucking. George is quite happy with our arrangement. He is a very big man, 6'4", probably 240 lbs., with big hands, big feet, and a very large thick love muscle. It makes my mouth water and my pussy hot when he takes it out of his pants.

He loves my oral attention to his substantial cock. Not only does he love to suck my nipples and lick my breasts which alone drives me wild, but also he is an exciting and thorough pussy eater. Not being allowed to impale me with his substantial rail splitter, he convinces himself that he thereby remains faithful to his wife. George obviously has every good reason to remain discrete about his services to me and my services to him; so he is willingly bound to me. But he is only a fillip, a morsel, a diversion, a means to an end. He is 49 years old. But for his functionality in achieving my purpose he is outside, above and beyond, the average age range of my preferred sex partners. My main purpose is to give and receive sex; to be kissed, caressed, mouthed, fondled, fingered and fucked to exhaustion by men much younger than George, that I cull from my fellow travelers. 

George is also the only person on the Frontier who knows my true age. Certainly my lovers know that I am a mature woman, much older than the young men who happily mount me when I bring them to a fevered pitch of pussy-hungry lust. It thrills me incredibly that I am able to evoke such hunger in men young enough to be my sons or even, in a few cases, my grandsons. But they don't get to know my actual age.

In fact I am 63 years old and retired. I am blessed with good genes and the years have been kind to me. Also I am now single. I exercise and watch my diet. I am a very open and sensual woman; very sexually active and proven desirable. I still turn heads, even the younger men usually take double looks. No young man has turned away when I offered myself. I feel a great sense of freedom since I am no longer fertile. No matter how copious my bucks unload their hot cum into my needy vagina I have no concern about becoming knocked up.

I am 5'6" tall in my bare feet; pretty feet at that; feet that I like to have fondled and kissed; feet that I use to rub an excited penis until it fountains squirts of cum, satiating a happy stud. I have short auburn hair, natural 36D cup with dark protruding nipples. Actually they are generally always hard and in some outfits that I wear can be faintly seen or if not seen through the material, the tips of my nipples are quite easily apparent, pushing against the fabric. In all modesty I have to honestly say I have very fine breasts. They are symmetrical, plump and have remarkably little sag. I have actually made a 19 year-old cum before his first touch, by simply showing them to him, slung like ripe tropical fruit in my very sheer black bra; nipples excited, firmly erect and quite on display Nothing has been added or subtracted from that with which Mother Nature endowed me.

I really enjoy provocative clothes like "fuck me" heels, short skirts, sheer blouses, revealing dresses and bras and plunging neckline dresses, pretty much anything that I can legally get away with; displaying tantalizing bits of my still fairly firm body. As for under my clothes or in the bedroom, I love to wear all kinds of sexy lingerie, sheer or lace bras, stockings and garters . I have two criteria in selecting underpants; sexy and providing easy access within.

My eyes are brown, my skin pink-white Northern European, a mixture of Anglo-Saxon, Celtic and Norman French bloodlines. My face is not wrinkled , save for slight crow's feet at the corners of my mouth and eyelids; my lips are smooth, moist and very kissable . My waist has thickened only a bit since my younger years. My behind is still shapely and proud and has not broadened much over the years . My belly is thankfully still toned and not droopy but just a bit rounded. I have an elongated "inny" naval. Some of my lovers, the perverts, enjoy putting their tongues in it, or the heads of their cocks or if we are masturbating together, squirting it full of cum. My thighs are full but not fat. I love to show off my trim smooth and blemish free legs and flash glimpses of thigh and crotch; the stuff that leaves voyeurs breathless and stroking. I love to be kissed and licked on the so soft apex of my inner thighs; just on either side of my pussy lips; but of course that does not exclude ministering to my pussy. That is in a category by itself.

All Aboard 

I never wait for the crowd when I board. Shortly before boarding is announced George, knowing I will be making a trip, comes to escort me to his car. I don't want to draw attention to this so I wait away from the crowd and slip onto the boarding platform unobtrusively when George comes for me.

"Miss Betty, you surely are looking fine," he says quietly as we make our way to our car. "I think this is going to be a good trip. I've been looking over this crowd and I think there several young men who are right for you."

"You know I'm eager, George," I said. "So I'm looking forward to seeing them."

Although alone I book a three person compartment so that my multi-partner assignations have reposing area to maneuver when the action gets going. I always book a fictional companion who does not show up so that the customer service staff don't quibble with me about taking a two person compartment. Waiting, I busy myself settling in. Soon after the train begins to move George knocks softly on my compartment door and I welcome him in with a warm mouthy kiss with plenty of tongue as well and a grope of his big cock bulging in anticipation behind the restraint of his clothes. 

"Now don't get me stirred, up," he says, hand still fondling my beast. "I've got some good news for you. You'll be seated for lunch at 12:30, table for two. Your lunch partner is about my height but not quite as heavy as I am."

My little pussy sighed and I felt warmth from the blood gathering in my sex. I knew I would soon be damp. George departed to go about his train business and I tried to read . But I was too excited. I took a shower and put on my white lace bra, tap, tap, tapping and pinching each nipple until they poked out proudly bulging the fabric. Frissons of pleasure spread warmth in my groin as I fondled my nipples. I made up my face carefully but with restraint. I did not want to look like a Kabuki dancer. While still nude I checked my pussy feeling the outer lips to see if I needed a maintenance shave. I murmured to her that we were going to have fun and bring her some nice stiff cock to swallow. She contracted and sent a warm wave radiating out through my insides to signal that she was very anxious to engage. 

I chose a white long sleeve blouse made of sheer cotton fabric; unless I wore a camisole a viewer is able to see, through the gauzy cloth, my bra and the inviting pots of flesh it held and my nude midriff down to my skirt waist. It has a zipper front so that I can show as much or as little cleavage as I choose and, not incidentally, allows ready access to my treats within. I went with some cleavage as this was lunch, not a nightclub. I was a bit chilly so I toned down the see-through blouse slightly by putting a light, button front sweater over my shoulders. I wore a black skirt with hemline at mid-calf. On one side there was an open seam that extended to just above my knee. The seam above, like my blouse, closed with a concealed zipper that could be unzipped nearly to the waistline if I wished to ease access to my groin and the treasure between my legs. I wore my white lace thong and seamless flesh-tone nylons held up with garters. 

He was already at the table when I entered the dining car. He was tall, as George told me earlier. He was not a Nordic god but he was an average decent looking young man. In particular he had thick biceps and broad shoulders. He stood as I approached. He waited until I spoke first and offered my hand to shake. I thought that a bit quaint and courtly and it pleased me. My small hand disappeared in his big hard paw. He flashed a smile filled with beautiful white teeth. 

"I'm Betty ," I said.

"Betty, I'm Arnie Carlson. The host did not tell me I'd be dining with a lovely lady."

We took our seats. 

"The host didn't tell me the man I'd be sitting with would be hitting on me before I got seated." I delivered my barb with a smile.

He grinned. "I've just set a new record for rejection," he said.

"Perhaps," I replied, "You may buy me a glass of white wine and maybe I'll listen to the rest of your pick up routine." I flashed more warm smile.

The banter moved on. He bought a bottle of wine and we drank most of it. He turned out to be 28 and was already a 12 year veteran and captain of a west coast fishing boat that plied the dangerous waters of the Alaska gulf. He was not married and not in any substantial relationship.

I quickly knew he would be one of my railroad lovers, if he passed muster in the cock department. I adjusted my sweater to provide a better view of my bosom. As we chatted during lunch his gaze kept dropping to my chest and it became obvious that he started doing it on purpose. 

Finally I said disingenuously, "Arnie, did I drop something on my blouse? You keep looking down there."

He smiled broadly and answered with equal false candor, "No I'm not looking at anything you dropped. I'm looking at something that I can't make out well enough to tell just what I'm seeing. It's the light in here. Nope I can't put finger on it."

I leaned across the table and said quietly, "Why don't we have the rest of this bottle of wine brought to my compartment, if you'd like to join me in, say 15 minutes. Then you may be able to get a grasp on what interests you so."

"Betty that's a great idea. I think if we examine this further we'll be able to straighten it out." Another big smile.

I arose, smiled , turned and sashayed out.

George was in the vestibule of my car when I returned. I grinned and told him about the wine and that I'd hit it off just fine with Arnie and that he would soon be along.

"He's great," I gushed. "We teased and talked innuendo to each other until he made me wet."

Before I could react; being a buzzed with wine, George said, "Here, let me feel." He had my skirt up in a flash and his finger in me and out, skirt back down and proper. Only my flushed features and panting, "Oh!" and the smell of my pussy fluids, would suggest something naughty may have been going on. 

"You randy bastard," I said quietly to George, "You will screw up everything if we are seen with your hand up my crotch. When I'm done with Arnie, if you're not too busy, come see me. Now behave. Go get my wine and bring it to the compartment."

Inside I freshened up my make-up, had a pee, cleaned up my thighs where I'd leaked a bit, powdered, brushed my teeth., and spritzed my favorite scent lightly in strategic locations up and down. George came in with the wine and made up one of the sleeper beds.

He had no sooner departed than Arnie was taping discreetly at the door. I was happy to see that, if he was tumescent when he arrived, at least he was not yet visibly erect in his khaki trousers. The last thing I wanted was a guy losing his load when I touched his dick.

"Come sit down here and we'll have another glass of wine." I motioned Arnie to the chair where I wanted him. It was one of two in a set with a small round table. I sat opposite facing him,

"I suppose I should call you Captain Arnie, since you run your own fishing boat." 

More smiles, "If you like, but Arnie is my name, and hardly anyone ashore calls me "Captain." 

I liked his calm demeanor. He did not appear excited or anxious or even buzzed being alone with me, at my invitation in my compartment with a bed already made up and towels put out as well. I was excited and full of anticipation but had taught myself to go slow; to sublimate my desire to leap on him from where I sat. I have a proven method and I'm determined to stick to it. I wondered if Arnie was, although hormone besotted and not yet 30, as good as I am at maintaining a calm and unheated façade antecedent to foreplay and letting go completely.

"Arnie," I said, "why did you come here to my compartment? What did you think was going to happen?" I like to throw a curve and see what happens.

He looked at me with his damned smile reappearing and without taking his eyes from mine he found his wine stem by feel and took a drink.

"I am curious and I have lots of time on my hands. I had thought to just take in the countryside and think about my next moves, I mean in my business. Then a very lovely lady shows up and makes for a really fun lunch. When you invited me I thought, this is okay Arnie, why not? You might get lucky. So here I am. If you want to fuck I would like that very much. I have a feeling sex with you would be pretty special. If you want to do other stuff but not fuck that would be okay too; not as good but okay. Or if you just want to sit here and titillate each other we can do that. If you change your mind and want none of the above I will still have enjoyed our time together."

Home run, Arnie, I thought. The son-of-a-bitch was a smooth, confident operator. In preparation before he arrived I had unzipped my blouse several inches and pulled the collar wide to bring plenty of cleavage into view. I had also unzipped the slit in the hem of my skirt to well above my knee. So when Arnie was talking I slowly opened my knees hoping that the view of my naked pudenda would cause him to lose his cool. No luck. I had only managed to arouse myself further. My self-discipline was being put to the test.

I took a drink of wine. 

"Arnie," I said, "I am going to let you fuck me. I want you to fuck me. You can fuck me on two conditions. And Arnie, I am a very, very good fuck."

"What are your conditions, Betty?" 

"First, this afternoon we will play but not fuck." 

"Okay, I will like that," he said.

"Second, you must agree that we will find another willing young man and the three of us will have a two on one, you and another guy both doing me at the same time. Then you can fuck me. If you want to do anything with each other that's okay with me but only after the two of you do me . I get to watch and play with you if the two of you get going. Everything goes except sadism and anal sex." I gave him a wide stance clear view of my crotch.

"Betty you have a very pretty pussy," was his non-sequiter reply. 

I closed my knees together. "Arnie, I'm glad you think my pussy is pretty. I wouldn't show it to you if I didn't think so myself. And I want to see what you have between your legs. But nothing is going to happen until you agree to my conditions.

"So jut now no fucking ."

"Right, no fucking until we get another guy"

"You are a very interesting lady," Arnie said. "I did a three-way once but it was me and two women."

"Arnie, you can do me a favor while you sort this out in your mind," I said. "I need you to let me see your cock. If I haven't made you hard yet , take it out and stroke it a bit and try to get it as big as it does when you're just ready to stick it in a pussy." 

Still with the damned smile, Arnie stood up, undid his pants and pulled both pants and underwear down.

It was my turn to smile. Arnie was a very good choice.

"That's a helluva nice salmon you've caught there Captain Arnie." I said. I licked my lips salaciously. "I hope you'll agree to a threesome because I think it would be great fun to have that fish swim up my stream and spawn in Lake Betty. Make it stand all the way up for me."

I took a gulp of wine and my hand trembled. I wanted that wonderful cock. 

Arnie fondled himself. "I don't like to let myself get too excited when I'm with a willing woman," he said. "Coming too quickly ruins all the fun you can have in foreplay. But I really have had to work at it with you Betty. When you flashed me that sweet little pussy of yours I struggled to keep my dick from taking off on me."

He stopped stroking. "Okay there it is," he said. He stood with his dick sticking up a couple of feet from me. It was not a particularly long dick, certainly no more than 7 inches. But it was thick the way I like very much. I fought for my own control.

"So, are you going to do a threesome with me and a player to be named later?"

"If that's what it takes for you to let me fuck you, I'll go along," he said.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good, you won't be sorry. So, I have to trust you. Now kiss me."

It was a good kiss that went from parted lips to tongues touching. I rose to my feet and it felt wonderful to feel his powerful arms around me and his big hands pulling me into him. He was so much taller than I am that his dick pushed against my torso. My pussy sent happy signals back to pleasure central.

He broke off the kiss saying, "We've got plenty of time. Take off everything but your bra and thong then lie down on the bed on your belly. You're undies are so sexy"

I did so while he stepped out of his pants and underwear and pulled off his rugby shirt. I drank in the vision of his rangy, sinewy young body, broad chest with no body fat to speak of. 




All Aboard Betty



"I'm going to start by running my hands over your skin and also some kisses and licks. Betty, I don't know how old you are and I don't need to know. I am quite sure you're a lot older than I am; that turns me on. I do know, whatever your age, you've got a beautiful sexy body." All of me sent up a cheer for that compliment.

We worked our way through a gourmet menu of sex without penetration. He transported me with kisses and rubbing and licking from my toes to my thighs. Then he shifted to my head and worked down my back to my bum, running his hands over my skin, kissing my body repeatedly, kneading the cheeks of my ass. Then he had me turn over and did it all over again. I was in heaven when he did my titties, first with my bra on, then off; fondling them gently, rolling my hard nipples under his palms, pleasure pinching and pulling on them, flicking them with his tongue, nibbling them, then giving each of those happy ladies an orgasm producing suck.

I writhed, I humped, I balled my fists and willed my arms to my sides lest I grab at my yearning pussy and break the exquisite spell. I groaned and pleaded for mercy; for him to stop, for him to continue. I was amazed at his control. All this pleasure and he had yet to approach my crotch with an inquiring finger; not even a sniff as far as I could tell. I became bathed in sweat, my neck and chest flushed. Then I felt his warm breath as he breathed on my crotch. My pussy sang.

"Do you want me to stop?" He smiled at me when I opened my eyes. His eyes were alive with lust and I imagine he saw the same in mine. How he kept himself from jacking, or sticking it in my mouth or trying to hump me I don't know. He had been praying at the altar of my body for an hour, kneeling beside the bunk.

"No, no, no. My pussy," I croaked hoarsely. "My pussy, my cunt, my snatch needs you. You bastard. Don't you dare stop now."

"I like to save the best for last. I am truly fascinated with your cunt. Here, slide around sideways. Here's a pillow. That's it, now lean back. Your back is okay? Now put one leg on this side and, that's right, the other one like that. Pull up your knees and make your feet comfortable on the edge of the bunk? Okay good, now I can have a good look at that little beauty."

"Crap," I said, "Don't just look, do something!" 

My pussy was fully stimulated. My outer lips puffed and my inner labia swollen and parted and protruding as well; clitoral veil drawn back and the engorged tip hard erect. I made sufficient coital fluids yet so that everything glistened wet. I was high on a plateau of sexual pleasure and a hair breadth from cumming.

"How is this," he said. I felt a feather light touch on my engorged clit. "Ahhhhhhhh!" I cried out and came, spasms repeatedly shot through my vagina; wave after wave rolled through me as it contracted repeatedly. I grayed out in a shuddering fog of bliss. I clutched my crotch with both hands and more smaller, diminishing orgasms made me twitch and shudder.

"Oops," he said. "I really didn't realize how hot to cum you were."

"K, K, Keep going," I said shakily, "But don't touch my clit like that. It absolutely blows me away."

"Okay, then. You know I am fascinated with your thong. I just love the way the cloth tapes cradle your outer lips and the whole thing frames your vulva . It lifts your outer lips and pushes them out."

As he remarked I felt his fingers as he touched my outer lips, squeezing and pulling them. I liked that a lot. 

"Do you think my cock is going to fit in your delicious little cunt," he asked? 

"Don't you worry," I said between my sighs and groans, "It will stretch."

"Ok then. Now so you won't be surprised again I'm going to put my mouth on you and suck your labia."

It was exquisite. He must have spent twenty-minutes nibbling and sucking my outer lips, then my inner lips, swirling around my clit. And his hands were busy, fingers and thumbs tucked in between my thighs and his face, fondling my outer lips. I was having waves of little orgasms; never quite coming all the way down; then spiraling up again.

Finally I pushed his face away. I knew if I let him continue I would not be able to stop myself; I would sit on that fat cock and fuck myself silly. I had wet his face with coital fluids that glistened on his nose, lips, chin and cheeks. 

"I don't know how you do it," I said. "You've been at it for over an hour and you haven't cum. You haven't even had me touch you. I've never seen a guy who could do that. Did you jack it off in that short time after lunch before you came to me?"

"No, I didn't. I get a lot of stimulation out of providing pleasure to my sex partners. I've just taught myself to wait for a reward."

"I want to see you cum," I said. "Before we get to the main event. I need to know you will cum for me while I suck the other guy and you fuck me. Here, help me move. I've been here with my legs up and spread for so long while you played in Lake Betty that I'm cramped. I slid myself around so I was stretched out on my side. He was still on his knees and now resting back on his haunches. His cock twitched in rhythm with his pulse.

"Kneel up now, Arnie," I said. "Scoot over here." He did and I reached out and took that hot fat salami in my hand, kissed it, licked it and jacked it. He quickly responded falling into a new rhythm that matched my jacking. I slid the glans in and out of my lips. Then I felt his fingers probing for my swollen labia and I could not resist but opened my legs again. He masturbated me as I sucked and licked encouraging him to fuck my mouth. I had to bring him off. I reached his scrotum and fondled it lightly. With that he finally groaned and I pulled my mouth away, jacking him through his orgasm. He squirted and squirted, most of it splattering on my tits. It was more than I could bear and once more I sailed up into bliss as my own orgasm suffused me. I fell back on the bed bathed in sweat. Arnie sat on the floor legs flung out in front of himself, his arms back propping himself from the waist up. His wet cock was softening but the flesh was distended from being so charged with blood that it looked swollen. 

I told Arnie I would send for him when I had another young man lined up. He sluiced himself off, dressed and left. I napped. George came by and I gave him the blow job he wanted taking it all in my mouth when he ejaculated, and swallowed it down. Then I slept again into the evening. When I'd rested I showered and dressed for seduction then made my way to the club car. I had George's latest scouting report. It was about 10 p.m. The car was busy but I found a free seat and, smiling, I sat down with the two men and a woman together already there. No sign of Arnie.

It was just that simple. The trio turned out to be mother, father and 22 year old son. Just as George described. I introduced myself and ordered a drink for myself and they accepted when I bought a round for the table as well. They were the Fergusons, Trevor and Alexis and their son Ronald; "call me Ron." They were travelling to the coast where Ron was to begin seminary for the ministry. I hid my disappointment. We chatted about nothing for a time. They were ahead of me, not Ron, but Mr. and Mrs. Both of them were at the jovial candor stage of intoxication. 

Next to me, Alexis, who was not a bad looking and amply built matron, leaned close and said in a whisper, "You are a sexy old broad. I'm surprised your blouse isn't soaked. My husband and my son, the wannabe priest, have been drooling over your tits since you sat down." 

Of course I had been completely aware that they were fixated on my chest since that was as I intended.

"But you don't need me to tell you that," she continued with a smile. "And I'm not bringing it up because I'm jealous or upset. Actually I should thank you, "You might make Trevor horny enough that I'll get laid tonight. Not likely though, but I can dream, aye? And I'm glad to see Ron's reaction to you too. At least his balls haven't shriveled up because he thinks he's got a vocation to the priesthood. If you're looking for someone to give you a good toss tonight, and it looks like you are, give some thought to my boy here. He's very horny; masturbates all the time. I'm sure he would make up with enthusiasm what he lacks in technique. I'd do him myself but there's that boring taboo about incest."

"He seems a nice young man, Alexis," I told her. Then, completely disingenuous I said, "I'm much too old for Ron. "

"Listen Honey," Alexis said, "What is it again? Oh yes, Betty. Betty, we both know a young stallion doesn't care how old the mare is. If she lifts her tail and presents a hot wet cunt, he'll mount her as quickly as he'd do it to a filly." 

I was a bit taken aback by this turn of events. Here, was this mother, in crude language, practically shoving her son into my arms and asking me to fuck the daylights out of him. I was intrigued.

Trevor and Ron knew we were engaged in girl talk but they couldn't hear what we said. Both of them watched us with pensive, goofy little smiles.

"I don't want to bring on a moral crisis should he wake up in bed with a woman older than his mother. He'd start in the seminary filled with guilt about his sin." I protested for the sake of appearances.

"He'd get over it pretty quickly, I'm sure. And you'll give him some great memories to arouse himself when he masturbates. "

"Has he ever had sex," I asked.

Alexis looked at me thoughtfully. "I'm really not sure," she said finally. "I know from personal experience that he's seen a woman's naughty bits, fondled them and had a blow job orgasm. Fucking a girl or a woman in the pussy; well if he has he hasn't told me. Hasn't done me either"

"Look, Alexis continued, "I'm getting loaded and Trevor's not feeling any pain either. I am going to take him back to our compartment. She dragged him to his feet after a bit of cajoling then turned to her son.

"Ron, darling, your father and I are going to turn in. Why don't you stay and keep Betty company for a while?" She bent over him and kissed him on the lips, a very warm and wet kiss. I think she may have used her tongue for a moment; a very naughty kiss for a mother to give her son. When she let him go he looked stupefied for a few beats, then flushed brightly. He turned to me when they were gone.

"My mother," he began, pushing up his eye glasses. "My mother sometimes drinks too much and then, lookout! You don't know what's going to come out. I hope she didn't embarrass you."

"Not at all Ron."

As he and his father had done since I sat down, he was once again unable to control his eyes as they repeatedly dropped to focus on my breasts.

"You must be a very devout and strong-willed young man to want to be a priest," I said. "I'm sure people in your parish, will be coming to you for advice and comfort. Don't you think it will be hard to listen to, say some attractive lady, asking you for advice about some intimate private aspect of her life?"

"The thing is," he said with complete sincerity , "I will pray for strength and guidance. Also, I'll have a wife and that will help me get through some of the more challenging aspects of being a clergyman."

"But you're not married yet are you Ron?"

"No, I just meant I expect to be when I'm ordained or soon thereafter. Are you married Betty?"

"No, I used to be but he passed away and now I'm all alone, as you see. It sounds like you've got your plans all made. Your girl friend is willing to wait for you to be ordained?"

"Oh, I didn't mean to imply that I have a girl friend, I just think I'll get married eventually."

"But that's a long way off," I said. "Alexis said you're 22 but you tell me you have no girl friend. Do you relieve yourself frequently?" As I asked I made a quick stroking motion with my right arm down next to my chair so that my suggestive hand gesture wouldn't be seen by everyone. 

He was taken aback, flushed again, but I could see that the direction of our conversation was exciting him; the way he licked his lips and tried to adjust his trousers to relieve the restriction on his burgeoning cock.

"That's some question for you to ask someone you've just met," he said. He took a swallow of his drink.

"You're a mature woman. You've been married; maybe have a son or sons. I think you know young guys like me play with ourselves. I try not to but it is just not possible to let it go. I really don't know why I'm telling you this. Maybe I should go. I'm not sure where this is going and this talk is... is, well it's making me uncomfortable."

"Please stay Ron. If I've embarrassed you or made you uncomfortable I'm sorry. You're a very nice looking young man. And, I'm rather lonely traveling by myself. I do get the feeling that you like me a bit; at least you seem to be quite taken with my breasts. Do you like them?"

Once again he flushed pink. He looked at me, rather astonished at my newest blunt observation and question.

"Okay," he said. "I don't have any will power. Yes, I jack off Betty. I'll probably jack off tonight thinking about you. And I think your tits are beautiful," he rushed on in a harsh whisper, "and you've given me a big hard on that is driving me nuts. There, I've answered your questions and more. I've failed again, but I'll pray and put my trust in the Lord and I'm still, by God, going to the seminary. Some priest I'm going to make."

He looked miserable after his outburst. 

"Ron, I don't want to make you miserable. I want you to be happy and feel good about yourself. Didn't the Almighty make us male and female? Isn't sex a wonderful gift, that we can receive such pleasure from our partners? You're just a normal guy who has a strong sense of morality but you're also really horny like every guy you're age. Lighten up a bit. I would like to know you better and spend some time with you. Ron, you've told me that I have aroused you. I'm not sorry I did. Because you've aroused me too. Do you know how I can tell that you have?"

"Oh, Lord," he said, "I can't help myself. Tell me."

"My nipples are very swollen and erect, is one way. The other is that I'm damp between my legs."

"Damn," he groaned.

"Ron, let's get out of here. Let's go to my compartment where we can talk. I really need a hug but not here. Please, Ron. Be kind to me, won't you?"

"I can't stand up," he said. "My thingy , my cock is sticking out." I could see the lust that I'd brought forth in him showing in his eyes and face.

I took his hand and said quietly, "Nobody will notice. Nobody will care if they do notice. Just stay close behind me and it won't be noticeable."

I pulled him to his feet and then we were in the corridor and in the next car reached the door of my compartment. As I paused to unlock the door his erection touched my ass. I pushed back to acknowledge that I felt his cock. When he door closed, I turned immediately and put my arms around him, pulled him close and told him to please hold me and kiss me. I didn't wait but put my lips on his and kissed him several times in quick succession then kissed him long and hard.

"Open your mouth," I said. "Use your tongue." I returned my mouth to his and now felt his tongue.

Ron's hands roamed over me and he made pleasure sounds in his throat. He pushed his erection against my belly and humped.

My intention, in which I succeeded, was to get Ron so lust-soaked that he would eagerly agree to a threesome when I introduced Arnie into the picture; that getting his cock into my pussy would be so urgent a need that he would agree to anything; maybe even to sucking Arnie's cock should I make that a condition before I would let him fuck me. Not that I intended to insist on such a thing but the thought intrigued me. 

Right at the moment I had my hands full of Ron's 6 feet his arms clutching me to him. 

"You are so awesome," he said. "You feel so good. " Hands slipped down to my ass then caressed and squeezed my cheeks. 

"I know, darling. You feel good too. But let me step back." 

He relaxed his strong hug and I smiled up at him as I stepped back. I quickly undid the buttons of my blouse and removed it. My sheer bra cups hid nothing. My erect nipples mashed against the straining fabric. Ron gaped at me, his eyes wide and his big hands flexing .

"Ron, you and your dad were ogling my breasts so that you made my nipples hard. Now you can see them better, do you still like them?"

He swallowed and croaked, "Ooooh yesss." They are b...beau....beautiful. I.... I.... I want to, I mean m... may I," the poor young man was so mesmerized and flustered by his loss of control he could not finish articulating his desire. 

"Ron are you trying to say you want to feel of them?"

"Y..Yes."

"Of course you can. You can unfasten my bra then you can feel of them but be gentle." 

I turned my back to him. He fumbled with the hooks but got them undone and I slipped my bra off. Taking each of his hands in mine I raised them to my breasts. When his palms touched my nipples a thrill shot straight to my groin and suffused my pussy. Ron hungrily lifted, squeezed and petted. Meanwhile he again pressed his erection against my ass; bending his legs to bring his cock down where he could press it against and strain to get it into the cleft between my inviting cheeks.

I broke off, turned and brought my hand to his groin where I gripped his eager member so that he groaned and jerked in my hand.

"Ron, my goodness you do have a big hard cock. I'd love it if you'd let me take it out. You must be uncomfortable."

"I'd like you to feel of it Betty," he gasped out. "Yes, take it out. I need it out. But be careful, I'm so aroused feeling of you, looking at you, I'm close to spurting."

"If you cum Ron, will you be able to get hard again quickly?"

"Yes, sometimes I have to get myself off three or four times before it will stay down. "

I was unbuckling his belt and opening his trousers as we spoke. They dropped to the floor and his erection popped out of the fly of his boxers. It was longer than Arnie's and not as thick but nevertheless an altogether satisfactory and particularly vigorous one if Ron was being candid I ducked into the tiny bathroom and returned with a washcloth.

"That's wonderful. Because you're so excited right now I think we need to give you a good cum just to slow things down. Suck my nipples while I play with your big boy, here," I gently squeezed his cock as I spoke. Ron groaned. He bent over kissed a nipple then took it into his mouth and sucked hard. I thought my legs would give way. 

"Mmmmmm, Ron that feels so good. Do you like my hand on your cock? And when I do this?" I fondled his scrotum and he undulated his hips with an obscene grunt, squeezing my hand and his cock between us.

I was getting hot and anxious to move things along and get Arnie into the room with us. I needed to make sure Ron would not bolt when I said that I intended to have him and another man in a three-way romp.

"Ron let me have your hand. Yes, like that. You can keep sucking, please don't stop. Okay let me guide your hand, ahhhhhh, right there," my voice too had grown throaty with my increasing stimulation. Ron's hand was on my mons, fingers pointed down to the eager vestibule of my cunt.

Leading him by his pulsing cock I took a couple of steps back to a chair and put one foot up on it, clutching Ron so I wouldn't fall down. 

"Now put your hand on my pussy. Slide it between my legs. Oooooh. That's it. My swollen vulva, enlarged outer lips drawn apart, my inner lips, two wet fleshy flutes protruding from the downward preparatory pressure in my groin as well as my blood rich clit, all felt the warmth and delicious pressure of Ron's palm and fingers. 

Ron moaned with pleasure and gasped out that my pussy felt incredible. I told him to go ahead and feel about in the soft hot flesh.




All Aboard Betty



"Ron, would you like to put your cock where your hand is now? Would you like to feel your cock slide into my hot cunt and feel my vagina squeezing you? Wouldn't you like to do that with me? Would you like to fuck me until you squirt your semen into me? I hope you'll say yes because I need a good fucking tonight.

I'd been fondling and stroking as I threw fuel on the fire in his loins with my slutty talk. Now I shifted so that the head of his dick, slick with dribbles of pre-cum , touched my puffy mons. Then on tiptoes I slipped it between my legs but stood again on both feet and closed my thighs around his shaft, but not allowing it to slip upward into me. It was more than Ron could bear. He humped once, twice; well lubricated by our comingling fluids that anointed his shaft. With an unintelligible animal sound, he discharged copiously and vigorously so that cum shot out looking like it was coming from my ass. I got the washcloth behind and caught subsequent gooey spurts in it. Impulsively I rubbed it up and down the crack of my ass. When Ron got his nuts off a warm wave flowed through me radiating out from my own groin. It was an hors d' oeuvre orgasm, an appetizer. 

Ron was still jerking and thrusting with diminished vigor but held me so that we were tight against each other.

"Sweetie I've got to sit down. Get a drink of water in the bathroom and toss me a towel to sit on."

I pulled on his arms and he reluctantly released me, his flaccid dick slipping out from between my legs.

When he came back from the bathroom he collapsed in the other chair. His wet cock lay dormant, momentarily content. For my part I sat with my legs open, my sex plainly in view for him, as I had earlier let my skirt slip to the floor and stepped out of it.

"I have never cum like that before," he said. It was fabulous. But I thought when you put me between your legs that you were going to put my penis in your, er, your p..pu...pussy."

He flushed when he said that and I wanted to hug him. He had a man's body but was still coming to grips with his sexuality. 

"I really wanted to do that, I mean go all the way with you. I thought you did too. Not that what we did wasn't fantastic."

I smiled at him, lifted my leg and reached out with my foot to pet his cock with my toes.

"I still want to fuck you," I said. "But you were so excited you needed to have a good cum so that you can last a while when you get into my cunt." 

"It arouses me when you say pussy and cunt and cock; that kind of thing. I am really depraved."

Still playing with his dick with my toes I said, "Let's be even more depraved, Ron. You still want to fuck me don't you.? You said you had to jack yourself off three or four times in one session sometimes before your cock would calm down."

I continued to play footsie with his member and there, just as he said, it began to grow erect once more.

"I still would like to, actually I want too even more now. Looking at you and your playing with me with your foot is arousing me again."

"There's just one condition ," I said. "I really want us to enjoy more sex with each other but I have one request, no not a request, a requirement ."

"Gosh, I think I'd do pretty much anything you ask if it means getting to do it with you. What is it anyway?"

"Ron, I've got another man waiting to join us. If you agree he'll come in and I'll have sex with both of you."

He looked puzzled and astonished, "Another guy? You're going to have him in here with us while I'm doing it with you? He's going to be watching us?"

"The 'us' will not be you and me, Ron. The 'us' will be both of you with me at the same time. While one of you is fucking me, the other can play with my tits, suck my nipples and I'll take him in my mouth for a blow job. It will be fun and I really get out of control and cum like crazy when I do two guys at once." 

"Wow, when I said I'd do most anything for the chance to have you this never crossed my mind. Is this guy your boyfriend or husband or what?" 

"Nope. He's another guy I met earlier on the train. I like younger guys and he's 28, what is that six years older than you. He is a fishing boat captain on the West Coast. We had lunch together and when I told him what I wanted to do, he agreed. So I just had to find another young guy and, well, there you were. If you'd rather not do a three-way way then we'll just stop and go our separate ways. Ron, it's not a competition, if you're concerned about that. You are going to be a great fuck, I just know it."

I'd continued to fondle his dick with my foot and toes as we talked and he made no move to stop me. His cock had retreated a bit when I told him my condition for fucking but it was responding to my foot fondling and once again growing erect.

"If it's the only way I can have you I guess I'll have to agree. I know I would always regret it if I didn't take the opportunity to have sex with you. Boy this is turning out to be some trip to the seminary. If I can't handle it when we're together, the three of us, I can stop and leave, right?"

"Of course, silly. I'm not kidnapping you, I'm just using your body. No restraints or coercion or blackmail, Ron. Just good sex fun." 

"Now I want you to go to Arnie's compartment; introduce yourself and bring him back with you. He's waiting.. Here, let me wipe you off. Don't forget to put your pants on darling. No, not your underwear. You don't need to put your boxers on. Alright, go on then. Don't keep me waiting."

When he was gone I rinsed the sticky semen out of the washcloth. I freshened up, giving my open pussy a warm washcloth wiping. I brushed my teeth, spritzed perfume in my crotch, on my breasts, and a dab behind each ear. I refreshed my makeup, lipstick, a little blush, the usual enhancers a woman uses. I put a couple of the large bath towels, extras courtesy of George, on the bed that he'd made up earlier. I knew from experience two could spoon together on it even though it was not quite as wide as a twin bed. I donned my see through peignoir and adjusted my thong checking in the mirror to make sure the ribbons tucked under my outer lips and lifted them up and forward in the way that so fascinated Arnie. 

It was almost too exciting waiting on them. I poured myself another glass of wine and gulped down half of it. Then a soft knock on my door. I let my two eager young men in then stepped back so they could make mental pictures of me to take away. Reaching to my shoulder I slipped the fabric down exposing one breast with a very erect nipple.

They both had grins and their eyes grew wide as they fixed on my breast. Together they took a step towards me but I immediately put up my hand and said stop.

"You'll get to feel my girls all you want but first you've got to take off your clothes; take off everything men. I don't like to fuck guys with their socks on. While you undress I'll show you some more of me."

I turned around and looking at the two of them stripping, I lifted the back of the peignoir slowly higher and higher until my bum was fully exposed. The cloth tapes of my butterfly cover-nothing thong disappeared in the crack of my ass. At my age they are still firm and proud.

"Do you men like my ass?" I asked. I struck several poses.

They both readily agreed they did. So still holding up the gauzy peignoir I bent over and rested my forearms on the seat of a chair. I widened my stance. I knew that by doing so I had put my hot pussy on wanton "come and get it" display. This slutty display made me tingle with excitement. My soon to be intimate partners were getting the view that stands up cocks better than any pills. Deliberately I flexed my groin muscles so that my outer lips drew together but the tips of my distended little lips protruded. I relaxed and everything opened again like a flower turning its face to the sun.

When I stood up and turned they were both naked and erect; their eyes hot with lust so that a delicious shiver went through me. I undid the peignoir and let it fall so that I stood naked facing them.

"Okay guys," I said, "Let's see if we can make this work. Come feel of me."

I did not need to repeat myself and in a moment Arnie was behind me with his arms around my shoulders , knees bent a bit to burrow his thick cock up the crack of my ass. In this way he could also press his scrotum against me. He nuzzled the base of my neck and tended my tits with a hand holding each, squeezing, fondling, caressing and lightly pinching and diddling my engorged nipples. 

"Ahhh, mmmm, ooooh do my nipples Arnie; so good, sooo gooood," my voice thickened with lust.

Ron joined in on his knees so that his head was just below my breasts. He busied himself with lips and tongue and hands. Kisses and tongue sent warm pleasure through my belly, moved to my hips, down the outside of one leg, then prompting me to lift my foot, easily done in Arnie's arms. Then my shoe unbuckled and off replaced by the dear young man's tongue and lips. Sucking my toes. The same to the other. Then up the outside of my other leg until home again at my torso.

We were not silent. They made deep bass throaty noises of sexual pleasure and I chimed in with "mmmmms" and "aaaaahhhs" and guidance about how I wanted Arnie to attend my tits and nipples. 

"Pinch my nipples, but not too hard. Now run your palm across the nipple. Ron, darling come up and suck my nipples. I need them sucked. Arnie, move your hands so Ron and suck my nipples now. Put your hands on my hips. Now explore anywhere you want."

How I thrilled at being the meat in the sandwich. Arnie's thick cock and pendulous scrotum were still pressed between the cheeks of my ass. As our foreplay continued I had reached behind and spread my cheeks and Arnie burrowed in as far as he could get without moving down and coming up again into my pussy. But his cock and balls were quite wonderful as they were. He pushed in slow rhythm and I responded by squeezing his hot sausage with my warm buns. 

Meanwhile my nipples, happily responding to Ron's hearty oral attention, were firing alert signals to my cunt; get ready sister we've got company cumming! 

Arnie readily accepted my "anywhere" invitation with those big hands petting my belly and down into my thong to play in the small thatch of pubic hair I leave when I otherwise shave myself completely bare all over the rest of my mons and vulva. 

I gave Ron a bit of tit and nipple guidance and told Arnie to continue down. I turned and kissed him over my shoulder. 

"Arnie, I whispered, "If you play with my cunt and make nice to her, you'll make her relax and open wide so that you can get that fat cock inside. My vagina knows to expect visitors and she's getting herself ready. You'd better send somebody to check . And Arnie my clit is demanding attention too. You better send an advance party."

To erase any doubt I drew both his hands down to my crotch. The feel of his hand cupping my elevated vulva was soooo good. Everything was blood swollen, distended and pushed down so that the head of my clit stuck out a bit beyond the outer lips. My outer labia, those two soft baguettes of puffy flesh were drawn open and pushed wide. My inner labia too were heavy and thickened by the blood gathered in them . Two thick wings stuck out of my pussy.

Since I used it a great deal I did not lose it. My sexagenarian vagina secreted ample coital fluids so Arnie's hands encountered a field of awaiting bliss that was hot, juicy, slick and eager.

A finger circled my clit and I groaned. Then from the other flank a thick finger slid into my vagina . I gasped. Pleasure radiated from my joyous pussy up my torso and down my thighs. 

What happened to Ron you may be wondering? He continued to take care of business nicely at my tits and seemed quite happy to do so. He had also adjusted his stance, the clever, naughty lad, so that his penis poked against my thigh. Gyrating his hips he left a random snail trail of pre-cum on me, as it leaked out of his yearning cock.

My first orgasm hit, bringing remarkably obscene noises out of me. Under the sensational barrage of rubbing, sucking , squeezing , fondling and frigging I came vigorously. I knew also that it was time to move the party ahead and get on with joining myself with those two beautiful cocks. 

I pulled Ron's head back and told him to stop with my nipples and I pulled Arnie's hand away from my pussy. Arnie held me up and returned his fat cock between my cheeks. Ron's eyes were glazed and half-lidded and he slowly stroked his leaking penis.

"Arnie, you get on the bed and I'll stretch out in front of you. You can fuck me from the rear. Ron can kneel in front of my face and I'll be able to give him a blow job. After we all cum you guys can switch positions, okay?" My voice was clotted with lust so that I croaked half of what I tried to say.

Arnie had other ideas. He stepped back pulling me with him until he was next to one of the chairs and sat with me in his lap. 

"Lean forward Betty and if you lift up I can get my cock lined up under your cunt. Then you can lower yourself onto it. Ron can stand in front of you so that you can suck him and support yourself on him so you don't fall forward. I'll have you by the hips."

I agreed to try that. "But if my legs get weak we'll have to move to the bed. Ron, I hope you'll let me take your cock in my mouth. Do you feel like your going to cum soon? If you can't hold off then let me give you an orgasm and I'll suck you hard again. I want us all to cum together if we can."

I reached out and took Ron's hot shaft in my hand and fondled it gently. I tugged him closer.

"He cums too quickly when he's so excited, Arnie. He hasn't learned to control himself like you. But he has a quick recovery and I can suck him back into action."

Ron was almost in a daze and simply did as he was told. 

"I'm fine with that Arnie said, nibbling on my ear. Make him cum. Meanwhile why don't you just lift up and let me get my cock into your cunt?" 

"Okay, I will but you stay still when you get it in so that I can take care of Ron."

Meanwhile I was jacking the young man and could tell he was close. I rubbed his penis against my breast and pushed the tip against one nipple. What made him explode was what I said next.

"Ron, sweetie, let yourself squirt cum on my tits. "

He groaned and erupted a squirt hot, viscous and slick that splattered on my tit. Each time he squirted and there were three or four, I aimed his cock at a different spot and the last of it dribbled over my hand.

At the same time I lifted off of Arnie's lap giving him his cue. He pushed his cock down the cleft between my cheeks until the head was at my vulva. I skimmed some of Ron's warm cum, dribbling down my torso, onto my hand and reached between my legs where I took Arnie's cock in a slimy grip, rubbing it all over the glans. 

"Ron has contributed some lubrication for us, Arnie. Wasn't that thoughtful?" 

I pushed the head of the fat Arnie cock up between my anxious lips. 

"Whatever you want beautiful," Arnie said. "I'm going to have some of my own to blow into you in a little while. And Betty, your cunt feels so good I am going to really get off with you."

I began to lower myself onto my patient lover's thick cock. It stretched me but I was able to slowly sink down until I was again resting on his lap, bent forward and clutching Ron's arms for support.

My greedy vagina was momentarily stunned. The poor thing had hoped for a sausage and won a salami. How a neural channel exists between my mouth and my pussy is uncertain. That it exists I can attest. My mouth watered copiously. With Arnie's incredible mortar sunk up to the hilt inside I pulled Ron to me and found, true to his word, he had amazing recovery. His cock was stiffening. I began to kiss it and lick it. I rubbed it against my cheeks. A thrill of warm pleasure swept down from my chest into my belly down to my distended pussy. My vagina reacted with a vigorous contraction and Arnie reacted with a growl and thrust.

"Ahhhh, shiiiiit," Arnie exclaimed. "That feels so fucking good. Do that again!"

Ron was beside himself, muttering "unh, unh, unh," as I assaulted his rod, now iron hard. "S s su suck it. Suck it," he gasped. 

Feeling the pressure of Arnie's hands on my hips I lifted up, then settled on him only to be urged up again. I got the message and began to undulate on the fat plug that filled me. 

Up on Arnie and down Ron's shaft. Down on Arnie and up to glans between lips on Ron. Arnie and I found that only a bit of movement produced the most delicious feeling in our melded organs. A hand, Arnie's was at my vulva and massaging the periphery of my distended clit. 

Coital fluids leaked out of me and trickled down Arnie's scrotum. Ron's cum ran in dribbles down to my groin making a gooey slop that Arnie rubbed over my labia and around his pulsing cock. Sweat now trickled down between my breasts. A pre-orgasmic warmth spread through my cunt.

"Getting close," taking my mouth off Ron's cock for a moment I managed to rasp out. "Guys... close... ahhh, ooooh, you, you re... ready?"

Ron's had set my nipples ablaze with pinches and twists shooting jolts of delight into my vagina. 

"I'm c...close too," Ron said. "Pet my balls, Betty. That will make me cum."

"I can't hold back anymore," Arnie gasped. "Going to fill you up Betty. Here I cuuuummmm! Arrrghhh."

He jammed me down and my own orgasm struck , reached crescendo , then hit me again as Ron jetted a long vigorous spurt into my mouth. 

"Mmmmph. Unnnngh, Ukkk.," or something like that were the noises I made. Still another orgasm slammed into me and I groaned, rocking on one cock and mouth clamped on another. Both cocks spurted and squirted into me in repeated jets. The two of them cried out in ecstasy. Mixed cum and cunt juice squished out of my pussy. Cum and saliva ran down the corners of my mouth and dripped off my chin. Still I swallowed most all that Ron pumped thrusting and groaning into my mouth. 

I was in heaven and weak as a wet dishrag. If I hadn't been propped up by the two of them I would have collapsed on the floor. Arnie's thick cock softened until flaccid so that my post-orgasmic contractions pushed it out and a wash of our combined juices drained from me. Ron had also grown soft and now he knelt with his cheek on my tummy and his arms around both Arnie and me. 

"Ron, those are my thighs your rubbing," Arnie mumbled his cheek pressed against my back.

I took Ron's hands in my own and pulled them up to my chest. 

"Let's see if we can get ourselves unstuck from each other," I said. "Ron, if you can do it, you can fuck me next." 

"You better believe I can," he said.

I sighed. This was going to be a good trip. 

End