Roger Moret was a young man in a hurry. At home, he had been caught cheating at cards and in bed with another man's wife. It was time for a change of scene and it was with no regrets that Roger caught a train west, forging a ticket and hoping for the best on his journey.
The train was full of young women and men with enough money to get into a card game, just the kind of action the young man relished. He had but a hundred dollars with him but a few lucky hands replenished his fortunes to the point where he felt confident of his luck.
But then trouble arose for Roger, in the shape of a fat traveling salesman who was trying to cheat him at the card table. Despite his success with several of the ladies on the train, Roger was worried about the man, who seemed to resent his younger rival's success with women and money.
By the time the train raid ended, Roger had managed to become intimately acquainted with no fewer than six of the women passengers. However, the fat salesman had taken his revenge and now the handsome youth stood in danger of spending the next ten years locked up in jail.
Roger managed to escape with the help of June, a strange woman who had bedded him and then ignored him completely. He still had one ace left in his deck, Nan, a girl who had gotten off the train in Arizona, after pledging him her undying love. She was the only one who could hide him from the law.
Their reunion turned out to be passionate and provocative for both young lovers!
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CHAPTER ONE
The train began to roll slightly, heaving its huge bulk forward along the glistening tracks and then rocking from side to side, giving the seated passengers a sense that the platform itself was waving and undulating as well as their first taste of what would be two weeks of steady motion.
It was six o'clock in the morning and raining heavily, a steady downpour that cascaded off the sides of the streamlined cross country train. The windows had practically become opaque but the passengers did not seem to mind the weather, warm and dry in their overheated seats.
One last passenger leaped on the train, looking more like a hobo than a paying customer. His bag, an ancient comical Gladstone, was little the worse for the rain but the rest of his outfit was becoming increasingly amorphous and soggy under the relentless downfall.
"Shit, it was right here, somewhere," the man stated to a suspicious conductor. "Yeah, this is it. I know it's postdated, but you cart check with the trainmasters."
"You sure about this ticket?" the conductor asked again, wondering why it had to happen on his shift.
"Now look here," the passenger said, his voice growing deep and somewhat threatening. "If you want to jeopardize your job over a lousy ticket it's all right with me."
"I didn't say that," the conductor answered, cowed but still suspicious. "Come on aboard. I guess they'll get you sooner or later if you're riding free."
"That shows admirable tact and a nice kind of judgment," the customer answered with a smile. "Now pick up this portmanteau and lead me to a seat. I'm bushed."
"Yeah, we're just about ready to leave," the conductor concurred. "Come on, you're right over here somewhere."
Roger Moret followed the conductor to his seat. It was in the second class compartment, but that could not be helped. When you were on the chase you took what you could get. Besides, things were pretty free and easy on a train and he'd get his chance to mingle sooner or later.
Now Roger was parked in his seat, on the aisle beside a young housewife and an older woman. He could see the good wife's man standing out in the rain, letting it soak him to the skin. He must have loved his wife a lot, Roger guessed, amused by the notion of fidelity.
Ten minutes later the train was pulling out of the station. The sun had emerged as much as it was likely to and it promised to be an absolutely miserable day as they headed west. Still, it was possible for the fast train to outrun the weather, perhaps a little later in the day.
Roger leaned back in his seat and then examined his ticket again. He had to hand it to good old Johnny boy. Not too many people could convert and recycle an old railroad ticket that well. Even the battle hardened conductor had swallowed it with a minimum of distrust.
Now he was heading west, Roger told himself, with no money at all and fewer prospects. He didn't know a soul in California, had never been west of Ohio, but that would work itself out in time. The thing was that he was gone, out on the road, and away from the site of his problems.
"Do you mind if I smoke, Madam?" he asked his two neighbors. "No? That's good. Say, do either of you have a match? I seem to have left mine at home."
"I think I have one somewhere," the young wife answered. "I don't smoke myself but I always carry a match or two for my husband. I guess I won't need it now."
Roger accepted the light and then looked the young woman straight in the eye. She was a nice looking piece, he told himself, young, well built and evidently more innocent than a girl could afford to be in this time and place. Yes, she would certainly bear close examination.
However, his other neighbor was not quite so friendly and Roger realized that he would have to take it easy on the ugly old bag. She was just the type to complain to the conductor if she suspected something. Yeah, he would have to win her over or keep the hag at arm's length.
"How about you?" Roger suggested to the old woman. "If you don't want me to smoke here I can put it off for awhile. I smoke too much anyway. It'll kill me someday."
"I don't doubt it," the old woman answered directly, cutting her words short. "But go ahead. I'll be asleep soon anyway. What a miserable, relentless kind of weather."
Roger pulled a slightly wet cigarette from his pack and then let the housewife light it for him. Obviously the woman was already fascinated by his ready smile and friendly voice. Sometimes it was just too easy but then again, he was going to have to be mighty careful on this particular ride.
An hour later the sky was as murky as ever, but the train was rolling steadily along and most of the tension of the morning had disappeared. Some of the passengers were sleeping and some were heading for the dining car, while still others were walking around looking for some form of amusement.
It would be easy to find a card game, Roger told himself, later in the day, but that would have to wait for a while. He had passed the first ticket inspection but there would be another and until then it was best for him to lay low and make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
In the meantime, Roger had continued to make friends with Nannette, the young housewife who had found him so fascinating from the moment he had boarded. Yes, it was going to get interesting in another hour or two, when the lights were out and his privacy assured.
Roger had eaten dinner with the young woman, who was not only a wife but a mother of two. Nan, as he was calling her already, was on the way to visit her parents who had just moved to Arizona. It would be their first reunion in a year and the girl was obviously thrilled and elated over the prospect.
After dinner, Roger had excused himself and taken a walk to the smoking car. He felt more comfortable in an all male atmosphere and in any case, needed a few minutes to count over his resources and plan his strategy for the future. It had not been cheap treating the woman to dinner and now his funds were growing pitifully low.
Roger sat down next to an ongoing card game, wondering if this was the time for him to join in the action. He had enough money for a few hands and if his luck was good it might solve all the young man's problems. Still, failure would put him even further up the creek.
It was a card game that had driven Roger out of his hometown and now he felt wary of repeating the procedure. Damn, it, he thought to himself, if only he hadn't bragged so much over his winnings perhaps his so called friend wouldn't have ratted on him the way he had.
Imagine, he asked himself with great indignation. There he was, winning happily, when that bastard Richie had to say all that shit about him and Parker's wife. Well, he had got out with his bones intact but he had also had to abandon the kitty and run away with hardly a buck in his pocket.
He missed Judy already, if not her muscle-bound barely anthropoid husband. The girl had been putting out for him for months, even acceding to his occasional demands for a gambling stake. Yes, she was financing her husband's downfall, bankrolling Roger, who had intended to bleed him dry.
Well, that was all over now, he told himself. His name was mud back in Cherry Hills and someday he would bet even with that bastard Richie. In the meantime, he had to think of the present, which was bleak at best. Somehow he had to find a way to get some money together.
There were a million possibilities, but for once in his life, Roger felt a twinge of morality hindering his actions. At the age of twenty-two he was already an accomplished gigolo and a fair card shark. However, it was time for him to move up to the big Con, find a way to line his pockets so that they would stay full for a good long time.
Roger had dropped out of night school as soon as his father had abandoned him. Somebody had to support his mother and the kids, at least until the good looking but undereducated woman found herself another husband. Thus, it had been imperative for Roger to truncate his education.
However, the lad had learned a few things in school that had later stood him in good stead. His grammar and voice were excellent and his sense of calculation had been honed into a fine instrument. Other aspects of education had continued to leave the young man cold and unaffected.
Roger walked back to his part of the train, bypassing the inviting card games altogether. He still had almost a hundred dollars and that should be enough to get him to the west coast. Later on, when he was sure of his place on the train, he would see what sheep were there for the shearing.
It was dark along the corridor and Roger was strongly tempted to try a little late night pocket work. He had started out as a shoplifter and pickpocket but that was behind him now. Richie may have meant him no good, but his advice had been sound nonetheless. Always move up, he had said, never go back to something you've already mastered.
As long as that was the case, Roger swore that there would be no petty crime. He had to be on the train for another five or six days and if anything was missing and passengers started to be questioned or searched, he was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble, innocent or guilty.
Soon he was back in his car, looking around for the appropriate berth. Roger felt a childlike sense of excitement being in a sleeper car. It was like something out of an old movie. Everybody seemed to go by airplane in the modern world but a train was much more exciting and human.
"Oh, dear, I am sorry," he apologized after pulling the curtain of Nan's berth open. "I can't seem to find my own sleeper. In fact, I don't think they gave me one. Oh well, maybe I'll go back to the smoking car. It'll be fun to sit up all night and wait for the sun to rise."
"Don't be silly," Nan whispered hoarsely. "You can take the berth right under me. It's completely empty. Come on, I won't bite you, I promise that."
"All right, but I hate to spoil your reputation," Roger answered. "You know how people talk on trains. Well, maybe they'll all think I'm your husband or something."
Roger knew that it was not going to take long to get into the lovely little housewife. Nan had been impressed by his boyish charm from the first and he had to admit that she was the best looking number he had yet seen on the train, certainly worthy to keep him amused for a couple of cold nights.
Roger started a conversation and soon had the woman totally fascinated. Making her do all the talking, he soon found her interests and dislikes and he played with them skillfully. It was ironic that the thing that worked best on the woman was talking about her children.
"I just can't believe that your husband would let you go on your own," Roger insisted. "A beautiful woman like you on this train. There's all sorts of characters around."
"To tell the truth, I'm just as glad to be alone for a while. Things have been so dull at home this year."
Roger kept talking to the woman until she was too sleepy to resist. He then climbed up to the woman's berth, ostensibly for another light. This was the moment he had been waiting for, his chance to get laid. Well, it looked like the woman was just about ready to put out for him.
Roger hoisted himself up onto the berth and then took the woman in his arms, shaking the match until it was only glowing. Nan resisted him a little at first but he could see the look in the girl's eyes. It was a shame to deceive her husband, but that was really none of his concern.
Nan allowed herself to be kissed, asking herself if she had expected it all along. This tall young man had put her under a spell and she was reacting to him in a way that should have been buried in her past. She was a married woman now but that didn't seem to matter much.
Roger was fuDy dressed, but his new mistress was wearing only a flimsy nightgown. He could feel the woman's breasts pressing against his muscular chest as he shot his tongue into her mouth. Yes, she was hot as a firecracker, ready to go all the way with him. It was going to be a good night after all, if she continued to react so passionately.
Roger kicked off his shoes and then pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to undo the buttons. Yes, this woman was feeling guilty and the sooner he fucked her the better. Afterwards she would forget her morality, just as he had done so many times in the recent past.
Roger reached down and began to fondle Nan's breasts, feeling her nipples stand up free and proud under his insistent manipulations. Yes, the girl had a fantastic body, big tits, big ass, slender shapely legs. Her face was pretty too, but he couldn't see it anymore. The only light was that of the stars shining weakly through the wet window.
Nan was quivering in the handsome stranger's arms, wondering how it had all happend to her so fast. She certainly had had no intention of letting herself get seduced on the way to seeing her parents but it was happening now and she wanted it. No point trying to fool herself about that.
She wrapped her arms around the handsome stranger, who was now completely naked. Two seconds later she could feel her nightgown being pulled up over her head. The man was graceful and strong as well as sexy. Yes, he was going to fuck her for real, make love to her in a new and exciting way.
She felt a warm mouth closing over her nipples and knew that she could resist no longer. There was no point in that either. If she was going to put out for the man she might as well try to enjoy herself. Later on, when she had a few minutes to think she would make some sort of decision.
Nan felt her body moving of its own volition and then she was able to forget her husband completely. He had never made love to her properly, coming home from work tired and drawn. Well, it was about time she enjoyed herself in life, about time that she took on a new lover.
Roger took things slow and easy, his victory already assured. He kissed the woman's nipples until they had turned hard and red and puckered and only then did he reach down and begin to caress the rest of her magnificent young body. It was indeed hard to believe that she could have mothered two children but he was not about to ask any more questions.
Roger slid his hand down the girl's body and then finally made contact with her cunt. Nan smelled warm and clean and healthy, a perfect little mistress, especially considering his strapped circumstances. Yes, she was going to show him a hell of a good time before the night had ended.
Then Roger worked his finger into the girl's pussy, knowing that she could object no longer. Two seconds later he could feel Nan stretching her arm down timidly, still palpitating, now reaching for his cock and balls. Yes, she was showing a good deal of willingness early in their relationship, showing him that she had a fantastic potential for sex.
He shoved two fingers into Nan's twat and then twirled them slowly, taking it easy, not wanting to frighten or overwhelm the girl. She had played fair with him and now he was going to fuck her in a way that she would never forget. He had perfect self confidence on that score.
Nan touched her lover's sex and felt a jolt of electricity surging through her healthy young body. They were close to the same age and Roger was a physical type she had always found irresistible. The man's prick was throbbing in her hand but soon it would be placed in a more strategic site.
Roger felt his prick getting harder and harder under Nan's gentle caresses. The woman was really melting in his hands, ready for anything. It would be nice to have her blow him but that could wait for awhile, until she had come a few times and would be too tired and stimulated to object.
Roger didn't want to get himself stimulated too quickly. No, as long as he thought of himself as a gigolo and womanizer, he had to be careful about that. You had to make the woman come first. Only then could you even begin to think about your own pleasure.
He mounted Nan without further hesitation and could see that the woman had closed her eyes. He could see Nan's body a little better now, her skin looking nacreous in the half light. Her tits were jiggling slightly and her hips were gently undulating as she prepared herself to be fucked.
Roger smiled to himself as he worked his prick slowly towards the woman's already dripping pussy. Yes, this was what they both wanted and Nan was being a good sport about it. At no time had the woman bullshitted him or tried to pull a moral number. She was all right and there was no way he was going to mistreat Nan at that juncture.
The miles were still clicking by and Roger realized that this would be the first time he had ever got laid on a moving train. Well, it was one more experience that would stand him in good stead. Besides that, it looked like he and Nan were compatible, to state the case mildly.
Roger worked his prick into Nan's dripping fuck box and then the fun began. His cock, seven inches of hard male meat, was pounding with lust, the blood racing into its vessels. He could feel his heart beating fast but knew he would have no problem controlling his lust.
Nan opened her eyes a few seconds later, realizing that there was no need to be bashful. The stranger had his prick deep into her pussy already and she didn't even know his last name. That was exciting but it was nothing compared to the strong physical sensations she was starting to feel.
She let the man put his cock all the way into her pussy, unconsciously comparing it to her husband's weapon. Jim was well hung but this stranger had him beat by inches. Yes, his prick could barely fit inside her but as long as he continued to be gentle that would be no problem at all.
A few seconds later she began to move with her lover. Nan had always enjoyed sex, even before her marriage, but now she was with a new kind of lover. There was something professional about the man's approach, as if he had thought it all out in advance and knew exactly what he wanted to do. It was a strange feeling about which she could only be ambivalent.
However, there was no denying that the man was turning her on, Nan told herself. He was still leaving his cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy but now he was moving it from side to side, rotating the big shaft in a way that was bringing her dangerously close to an orgasm.
Then Roger started to fuck the woman more vigorously, realizing that Nan could handle anything he chose to deal out to her. Yes, she was healthy all right, with a tight elastic cunt and tits that never seemed to quit. Maybe this time it would not be so easy to keep his passion in check.
Roger withdrew his prick a few inches and then worked it in again, noting that it was coated with a warm film of the woman's fragrant pussy juice. They were just inches from the other sleeping passengers and would have to be quiet and hope that it did not detract from their sexual delight.
However, Nan seemed to know if" too, in fact that woman seemd to know a hell of a lot for an innocent housewife. Well, women could surprise you that way, he reasoned. They tended to be more instinctive than men, even ones who had been ruined by years of childbirth and housework.
Soon the two lovers had established a common rhythm. Roger felt himself growing inordinately fond of Nan. She did not fool around in bed, didn't try to play any games with him. No, this woman knew exactly what she wanted and she was not at all shy about getting it. That was one thing they had in common.
Roger pulled back slightly and then slid his hands under Nan's ass. The soft buttocks yielded to his fingers and then bounced back again, hard and firm and muscular. It was almost impossible to resist sticking one finger into that moist little asshole. The woman might mind at first but soon she would see that it could only add to her growing pleasure.
Nan did not protest for a second. She was very close to celebrating her orgasm now and nothing the stranger did could change that. He had turned her on so well that she now trusted him completely. Besides, it felt damned good trying out something new in bed for once in her frustrated life.
. Roger had the woman just where he wanted her at that point. She was moaning softly and holding him tight, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around his back. Her blonde hair was pasted to his body with sweat and the woman was beginning to get stiff and sore inside. It was a sure bet that she would come in no more than a few seconds.
Roger buried his prick in the girl's twat once again knowing that he didn't have to do much more for her. Nan was showing herself to be a real natural in bed, a woman who could take care of her own sexual needs. That was the kind of woman he had always preferred for as long as he could remember.
Nan began to move faster and more passionately, trying desperately to get her lover to fuck her harder. She felt all the familiar signs of an impending orgasm. Her limbs, seemed to be made of lead but she kept moving, knowing that it would all be over for her in just a few more seconds.
The girl felt Roger putting his hand over her mouth as her orgasm began. That made the whole thing even more exciting. What she was doing was wrong and immoral but that didn't matter. For the first time in five years she was enjoying herself in bed and that was the only important thing.
Then Nan blacked out completely as her orgasm began. She felt her cunt contracting around the thick shaft of her lover's cock and then the juices were pouring out of her body. One spasm followed another until the girl lost count, completely submerged in the moment of release, that he had mastered the situation completely. It would be nice to have a little mistress like Nan on the long lonely journey and because she was married the woman could not possibly make any demands on his time or fidelity.
Now it was time for Roger to start thinking about his own pleasure. He had loved making the girl come and now his prick was throbbing wildly, the come moving up from his balls and clamoring for release. In a few seconds he would be ready to fill Nan's cunt with a load of hot scum.
He began to fuck the woman hard and fast, forgetting his self control altogether. Yes, she was turning him on all right, as few other women had ever been able to do. Nan was different all right and he was not going to use her for anything other than sex, no matter how low his funds sank.
Roger shoved his prick in again and again until he could feel Nan's cunt beginning to dry out. The come was gathered in the tip of his prick and one more good thrust would bring him over the hill. He was tired but that hardly mattered at that late stage of the game.
Then Roger felt himself coming, felt the scum shooting out of his prick with all the force and violence of a cannon salvo. He filled the woman's cunt with three separate streams of sperm and then left his prick inside her, perfectly willing to start all over again.
Two hours later, Roger felt that he had been satisfied in every regard. He was tired and sleepy and physically done in but now Nan was curled in his arms, sleeping like a child. He had satisfied the woman completely and she had done one hell of a job returning the favor.
As long as that was the case, he might as well be good to the woman and try to keep her reputation spotless. Roger disengaged his arms from those of his young mistress and then gathered his clothes and got into the lower berth. They must be somewhere in western Pennsylvania, he told himself, far away from the site of his recent difficulties.
CHAPTER TWO
Roger woke up in the morning before the other passengers, listening carefully to hear some sign of life from his new mistress. Eventually, he pulled the curtain aside and looked in on Nan, seeing that she was still sleeping peacefully, enjoying the slumber of the innocent and prosperous, something he had rarely been able to achieve in life.
Roger dressed himself quickly, remembering his promise not to get the girl in trouble. She probably didn't know a soul on the train but still, there were all sorts of gossips around and it was always possible that things would get back to the woman's husband.
Ten minutes later, Roger was in the breakfast car. They were somewhere in Ohio at that point and the storm had cleared. The sun was shining and the fields were golden and iridescent with their coating of dew. Another man would have found it inspiring but it left Roger indifferent.
Roger sat down and polished off a large breakfast, finding the food on the train far better than he had expected. It was still rather early and he was the only passenger in the dining room but that was all just as well. It would be smart to continue lying low for the next two or three days.
Roger finished his meal and then decided to take another walk around the train. Once again he faced the temptation of a little second story work but that simply had to be resisted. No, he was after big game on this trip and that meant that he had to suppress his instinct for petty crime.
To Roger's surprise, there was still a card game going on in the smoking car. Some of the men looked like they had been there for the entire night and others appeared to have slipped away from their sleeping wives, hoping to get in a little action before being recalled to usual duties.
Roger took a seat next to the main table, asking a few questions about the stakes. Gambling was illegal and the men were getting around it by using chips and markers and some complicated arithmetic. It would be fun and educational just to sit there and watch for awhile.
But then the inevitable invitation was extended and Roger decided to take a chance. Nobody was winning or losing very big and his luck had been good so far on the voyage. He might lose his hundred on two or three hands but what the hell, a hundred dollars was hardly worth thinking about these days.
Roger brushed his long auburn hair out of his eyes, wondering if he was due for a shave. Still, the game was friendly and nobody was looking him askance. Probably they thought he was a student on the way home for his spring holiday. Maybe they even thought they were going to fleece him a little, something which made it hard to keep from smiling.
Roger dealt first and chose seven cards, ace in the hole. It was a low money game with two chances to win and it would keep him going for at least long enough to get his bearings. There were four other men in the game and he had to figure out their styles of play on the double.
Roger dealt three cards down and then two over, saying that they would bet on all proceeding cards. He looked around the table before examining his own hand, wanting to see if anybody was trying to cheat or chisel. So far it looked like a completely honest game but you could never tell.
He had a king of spades in his hand and a red six and a black three. Two kings were showing and Roger had to repress his smile. He wasn't cheating yet but it might be hard to convince his playing partners of that. If things continued he was going to get both halves of the pot.
The stakes were nothing rich but Roger had to downplay the betting to make sure that nobody thought he was jacking up the stakes. Besides, there was still a chance he could lose. The man to his right was showing queens and a big grin. Maybe the salesman had a little something in reserve.
Now six cards were down and Roger had his three kings and nothing else. Half his bankroll was out on the table and it was only he and the salesman and one other on the last card. Well, he could bet freely now, let the others raise and call at their discretion. Yes, the game was going his way a lot earlier than he had dared let himself expect.
Roger bet another five dollars and estimated that there was at least one-hundred-fifty down on the table. Half the pot would have been good but the whole thing was going to make his fortune. It was the highest stake so far in the game and it looked like he was home free.
"Three kings, black one in the hole," he announced after being called. "Do I get it all or what?"
"Shit, two pair and nothing down," the third man answered. "I should have gotten out three cards ago."
"You got me, too," the salesman answered. "But lay them down. Come on, give us a look."
Roger did as he was told, watching with delight as a look of disgust and disappointment creased the faces of his opponents. Yes, he had cleaned up on the first hand and now they were suspicious of him. That was well grounded but he wasn't going to have to cheat after that initial victory.
Roger continued to play for the next hour, his luck diminishing a little at a time. He could have sworn that the salesman was playing false, either using a marked deck or dealing off the bottom. Still, as long as he wasn't losing it was all right to let the man make his killing.
Eventually Roger was certain that the salesman was after their wallets. The fat man was sweating and trying to smile, but he had raised everyone's suspicions now and didn't know what to do about it. The other three players were losing heavily and the game was going to end soon.
Roger cursed to himself. It was all right to cheat a little but this asshole was ruining it for everybody including himself. He was going to intimidate the other players and then there would be nobody to con. Well, it was high time that he did something to redress justice in the gambling car.
He had no marked deck with him, but that did not bother Roger for a minute. It was his deal and he chose high-low, another game where the pot would be split. If things worked right, he could deal the fat man good enough cards to make him bet and hopefully lose both sides of the action.
The thing to do was set somebody else up low and take the high pool himself. That way nobody could really accuse him of cheating and he would be able to resuscitate the finances of his potential backers. Yes, he had to act quickly before he lost the deal for another round.
Roger shuffled the deck carefully, keeping up a good patter. The other players were too intimidated to notice a thing but the salesman was watching him closely. So far the man had not seen a thing. He was feeling pretty cocky about his winnings, for the time being at least.
Roger dealt two cards down and one over, giving the salesman just enough to keep him in the game. One player dropped out immediately and that made the cards even easier to manipulate. Yes, he had things under control now, was about to topple the salesman from his smug position of command, con the man in a way he would never forget.
Roger dealt two more open cards and then the bidding started to get heavy. There were three of them in the game now: he, the fat man and the biggest loser. Things could not have worked out better. He was sitting on top of the world, all ready to fleece his newest deserving pigeon.
Now the cards were out and Roger knew exactly where everybody stood. He had a full house but only a pair of queens was showing. He was still ahead and that meant that the fat man must have thought he was bluffing. Well, the bastard would find out the contrary in just a few moments.
Final bets were in and the three men put their fists in the center of the table. The big loser declared now, Roger high and the salesman both ways. It was a tense moment and they had a real audience now. The other games had come to a hal t and Roger knew that he was now the center of attention.
He bet once more and then called, figuring that it would be best not to soak the man too badly. The salesman could always quit but he wanted to take his money a little at a time. It would teach the man a good lesson and that way the money could be spread around carefully and believably.
As expected, the bet split right up the middle. Roger was two hundred dollars ahead now and the salesman had lost a lot of ground. He demanded another hand, grabbing the cards suspiciously to see if they were marked. Roger smiled at his unknowing accomplice, his face positively angelic. The real fun was just getting underway.
An hour and a half later the gain screeched to a halt. They were in Lima, Ohio now and had to break up the game for the nonce. Roger gathered his winnings and then threw the salesman a wink. The man might as well know that he had been taken now and that it was too late for him to act on it.
Roger had won over two hundred dollars which went a long way towards allaying his financial worries. It was chicken feed, of course, but then again he had another three or four days to improve on it. For the moment he was being hungry and now he could finally afford to eat like a human being.
Nan was in the lunch car and Roger hastened to join her apologizing immediately for sneaking out on the woman. Nan was rather distant and suspicious at first but Roger let her in on the secret of his winnings and soon she could no longer repress her curiosity. It was futile to deny that the handsome young man had her fascinated, eating out of his hand.
Roger picked up the check rather grandiloquently and then offered to take Nan on a walk out to the observation car. She accepted readily but refused to let him take her hand. She was still worried about her reputation, even now with almost five hundred miles between herself and her family.
The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. There were all sorts of people to talk to but Roger was more than happy to spend his time with Nan. The girl was as intelligent as she was attractive and now that he had a grubstake he could talk to her with a clear conscience.
Then it was time to hit the sack. They were in Kansas now and most of the train had already call it a night. There was a big game going on in the smoking car but Roger figured he would sit it out. What the hell, he had his money and the girl was obviously dying to put out for him again.
This time there was no ambiguity about what they were going to do. Nan got into her berth and then held the crutch aside so that Roger could join her. She was naked in a matter of seconds, giving Roger his first good look at her body, no longer shy about her adultery.
Roger looked long and hard, delighted by everything he was seeing. The woman was fresh and young and lovely, a perfect little mistress. He got out of his own clothing in record time, being careful not to make a sound. It was always possible that somebody or other was spying on them.
Nan was full of questions about his gambling technique but Roger kept quiet about it, figuring that it would be dangerous for both of them if Nan knew his secrets. He liked the girl a hell of a lot and there was no reason to get her involved in his shady dealings if it could be avoided.
Roger took Nan in his strong arms, inhaling the natural fragrance of the woman's body. He kissed her full on the lips and then reached down for the girl's tits again. She really wanted it this time, he told himself. She had had a first taste and was no desirous of repeating the procedure.
Twenty minutes later the girl was sleeping briefly in Roger's arms. They had fucked even better this time, moving like they had been together for years. Their orgasms had been simultaneous and powerful and Roger felt tired, for the first time since boarding the train twenty hours earlier.
He let his eyes close and his head loll onto the pillow, figuring that he would come back to life after a few minutes of rest and recuperation. He began to dream a little but the images were confused, changing with every lurch of the train. It was impossible for him to be so tired.
Roger began to dream of sex and then knew why. There was a strange feeling down in his groin just he just couldn't make himself open his eyes wet. Soon he would wake up and then he would know what the hell was going on.
A few seconds later, Roger opened his eyes and saw that Nan was working on his cock with her fingers. She was stroking the barrel of the shaft quietly and timidly, her eyes rooted to the swelling purple head. It was obvious that she thought her lover was still sound asleep.
Roger squinted, watching the woman closely. After the way he had fucked her, it wasn't surprising that she wanted to suck his cock. No, Nan did not play games in bed. He had turned her on and now she wanted to return the favor without even waking him. For some reason Roger found that rather touching, the first time he had felt that way about a woman in years.
Roger continued to watch as Nan moved her head closer and closer to his prick. She was debating with herself now, possibly wondering if she dared to get so involved with a strange man. Well, the girl's instincts were good and he was sure she would make the right decision sooner or later.
Nan lowered her head slightly and let her lips come into contact with the swelling, tumid prick that had turned her on so well just twenty minutes before. Yes, she wanted to blow her lover, something that her husband had never relished. It was about time for her sexual horizons to be broadened.
She looked up at her lover but he was still sleeping, rolled over onto his side now. He was not a man she could really trust but then again, they would have to separate in two days. As long as that was the case, it would have been foolish not to make the best use of their limited time.
Nan opened her mouth and allowed the thick shaft to pass between her parted lips. It tasted warm and saline, as much from her own secretions as her lover's sweat. She could taste a little dried come on the tip of the weapon but that only stimulated her further, made her want him even more.
Now the big prick had penetrated her mou and Nan had forgotten her doubts completely. She was tired and sore after fucking but her lover seemed as virile her mouth with a load of hot, frothing cream but he was a perfect candidate, the sexiest creature it had ever been her pleasure to bed.
Roger smiled to himself, opening his eyes completely. By the time the woman realized that he was awake, she would be past the point of caring. Then she would suck him off and he would fuck her again. Really, Roger thought, things were going almost too well. It was the kind of thing to worry about.
Now the woman had four inches of cock in her mouth. Her caresses were inexpert and unrehearsed but she was turning him on better than a far more experienced girl could have done. She was so guileless and natural that he had to react, no matter how tired and exhausted he had become.
Nan looked up and saw that her lover was watching her carefully. She stopped in midstream and then began to try to drag her head away from her lover's prick but it was no-go. Roger had his hand down on her head and he was not going to let her go. That was perfectly obvious.
"Come on, baby," Roger told Nan. "You want to do it, I know that you do. Let yourself go. Forget your husband and whatever your parents ever told you. It's just you and me now. Nobody will ever know. No one can say anything. This is our big moment. Come on, you can make it terrific for both of us."
He continued to talk until Nan was hypnotized by his words. The girl looked rather pathetic with a prick sticking into her mouth and her eyes all confused, but she was getting back into it now. His words had been correct. It might be the last chance she ever got to fuck a real man. In that sense, it was more of a big thing for Nan than for himself.
Roger leaned back against the wall of the train, knowing that the girl was willing to go all the way with him. Nan had her eyes closed now and she was sucking him off rather tentatively. Still, The girl knew what she was doing and soon her inhibitions would disappear and she could show him a good time.
Nan tried to relax, thinking of what her lover had said. It was true. She had fucked him already and she might as well act out the rest of her fantasies. A little blow-job couldn't make much difference one way or the other. If that was the case, she might as well not hold back on him.
Nan smiled down at her lover and proceeded to do his bidding. Roger was a sharpie and a fast talker but he seemed inordinately fond of her. It was an adventure, something that would never happen to her again. She felt a strong urge to satisfy the handsome young man with her lips, teeth and tongue.
She began to blow her lover with real gusto, knowing that it would not take long for the lusty young man to be ready to fire his wad. His prick was big and not too easy to handle but she was getting used to it in a hurry, delighted with its unbending virility.
She opened her mouth wide and tried to swallow ever more of the heavy burden. The first three or four inches went in effortlessly but then her mouth was full. Still, she wanted to do it, to make her lover happy. The only way she could prove her devotion was to swallow the full seven inches, no matter how difficult and uncomfortable it turned out to be.
Nan opened her mouth as wide as it would go and then tried to bend her head down on the big cock as fast as she could, giving herself no chance to chicken out. Soon she surprised herself completely. Her soft lips were pressed against her lover's curly red pubic hair while her sharp teeth painlessly framed the base of his thick, throbbing cock.
"That's it, baby," Roger told her, delighted at the girl's skills. "I bet you never did that before. It's easy, isn't it? You can do even better than that. Come on, blow me right and then I'll do something for you. You're beautiful; you know you are. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
It was hard to take Roger serious, but he had a way of talking that could not be resisted for long. The handsome man was looking at her now and Nan couldn't help but be embarrassed. Still, from the way his cock was palpitating she knew that she was doing a good job of turning him on.
Nan let the big cock slide partway out of her mouth. Her jaw felt tired and her lips were stretched almost out of shape but it did not slow the passionate young woman down for a second. No, nothing was going to satisfy her until her lover had voided his come into her hungry mouth.
She let the big prick slide all the way out of her clinging lips and then began to lick it as if it were a giant lollipop. It was all a game, she told herself, a simple, childish game. She wasn't hurting anybody, not her husband or her parents or her children, just enjoying herself immensely.
Nan changed position slightly so that she was down on her hands and knees, crouching over her lover's cock, completely devoted to his pleasure. Her tongue was tired but she was breathing more easily now, dragging her tongue along the length of the thick shaft. No normal man could hold out long and soon she would have the handsome confidence man shooting in her mouth, finally ending the tension that had built up. She opened her mouth and let the big prick glide between her lips once again. Now she was reaching down and tickling her lover's balls, figuring that would bring him closer to the point of release. Yes, it was high time that the man hurried up and did her bidding.
Roger began to shove his cock deep into the woman's mouth, knowing that he could not possibly hold out much longer. Sure, he could turn his mind to other matters and delay his orgasm but there was no point to it. With a girl like Nan you didn't try to control your passion. You let it have its head, knowing that you could-always get it up again.
Nan began to flick her tongue back and forth over the shaft, feeling it being coated with her own warm saliva. Then she could taste a drop of come pearling on the vertical slit that adorned the crown. A few more swipes of her talented tongue and the man would be ready to fly.
Her hands were squeezing Roger's balls as if Nan wanted to wring the come out of her handsome lover's body. Roger had to smile at her enthusiasm. She was so different from the fast women he was used to. Sex was a business for them, hot and dirty and competitive.
But it was different with Nan. She wanted to please him for pleasure's own sake, turn the man on for the sheer joy of the thing. She didn't want money or favors or anything like that, only for the two of them to continue their sexual exertions until they finally drifted off to sleep.
Roger held Nan's head in place, feeling that he would come in just a few more seconds. The girl had taken in the full length of his prick again. She was bobbing her head up and down like a machine, thirsty for his come, doing everything in her power to hasten his imminent orgasm.
Now Nan was really working out of her young lover, not caring that her face was turning red from lack of oxygen. No, it would all ver over soon and she was willing to put up with a little discomfort. Besides, he had promised to fuck her again as soon as she was done blowing him.
Nan slammed her head down on the big cock and kept it buried in her throat until just before the thing was ready to explode. Then she let it stay between her lips, feeling her lover's muscles start to contract. Already she could feel the come spraying into her throat.
Roger shoved his prick in for the last time and let it explode. The come went shooting out of him fast and hard and then he left it in the girl's mouth. She was swallowing the stuff as quickly as he could produce it and there was no reason to stop her from having her fun.
Two minutes later they were nestling in each other's arms. Roger talked to Nan at that point, telling her how good she had been. The young housewife was embarrassed at first but then she realized that her lover was right, that she had given him a blow-job he would never forget. There was no reason to down play her incontestable sexual achievements.
"You promised me something," she teased a few minutes later. "But I guess I should never have trusted you. I'll bet you won't be able to get it up again until morning."
"Wrong again," Roger replied. "All right, baby, this is where we have some real fun together."
So saying, Roger turned over onto his side and showed Nan that his cock was hard and firm as it had ever been. He reached out quickly for the girl's cunt, knowing that she was ready for the real thing. It was almost morning but there was plenty of time for one more bout of lovemaking, one more orgasm for both of them.
CHAPTER THREE
Roger slept soundly for the rest of the night but then woke up before his bed partner once again. She would be leaving him the following night and now he had to stop thinking about the girl, find other things to occupy his mind. Despite his success at cards, his future was still uncertain.
Roger slipped out of Nan's berth and dressed himself as quickly as he could. It was time to go for a walk along the train and think about his future. He was headed for the West Coast but beyond that did not have a plan in his head, had no idea what he wanted to do with himself.
It had always been that way, Roger mused as he strolled along the still-darkened corridors of the hurtling train. He had done well in school but it had not interested him. He was a good athlete, tired of games. He was good with women, so much so that most of them bored him.
There he was, young, good-looking, intelligent, with no discernible direction. Roger thought back to his recent youth and decided that it would not have happened any other way, considering the circumstances in which he had grown up. It had been so predictable all along.
There had never been very much money in the family and his father's morals had been such that he had earlier taught his son how to get along in the world, not caring how he earned a living, within or outside the law. That kind of training stuck with a man for the rest of his life.
The only problem was that he was getting bored with life. It was easy for the young man to survive but he wanted more than that from life. Yes, it was time for a change but he had no idea which way to turn. The possibilities were endless but nothing seemed to appeal to him these days.
Yes, Roger had succeeded at anything he had put his mind to, for as long as he could remember. People were so stupid and self-interested that it was easy to fool them. With his good looks and quick tongue he had always been able to make fools of people older and more experienced than himself.
As Roger was walking the length of the train, something was happening which would have shocked and dismayed him. He had forgotten the fat salesman altogether since fleecing the dishonest man, but the feeling had not been mutual. The fat man knew that he had been taken and was not about to let it happen without at least trying to get his revenge.
Thus, he had followed Roger and figured out what was going on between him and Nan, the young housewife. He also got a look at the adjacent passengers, figuring that the young man would provide a good cover for the sort of thievery that he had practiced for over two decades.
Sam Lacy was selling lingerie but that had never been more than a cover for his gambling and confidence games. He traveled often by train and never failed to find some way to enrich himself. Even now that he was old and unattractive things still seemed to go his way.
This particular morning he had risen early, intent on spying on Roger. Having a good deal of respect for the clever young man, he had stopped dogging his steps, realizing that he was too old and clumsy to tail a man without being detected, another talent that had faded over the years.
However, he continued to hang around Roger's car, wanting to see what was going on. He was traveling first class himself as usual, but had learned from long experience that there was no need to ignore the poorer riders. Often they were far easier marks than their more wealthy coevals.
Sam walked directly into the car and began to look -around as if he had lost something on the floor. The car was deserted, all its berths empty with a single exception. It was a shame that he was not all alone but that couldn't be helped, Sam told himself. In any case, he would hang around for a while, just to see if anything was going to develop.
"May I be of assistance, sir?" a deep, feminine voice addressed him. "You seem to have lost something. Tell me what it was and perhaps I can help you."
"It's nothing really," he answered. "Just a ring that my mother gave me, hardly worth a thing."
A head popped out from behind the curtain, followed by the substantial body of Samantha Browne, the old woman who had looked with such disfavor on Roger's amorous success. It was the first time the widow had seen Sam and he struck her immediately as a pleasant and sympathetic man.
Realizing that he had a live one on his hands, Sam began to talk about his mother's non-existent ring. It was a story that he knew by heart, one which still worked for whatever reason. The old woman looked wealthy as far as he could tell, the sort who rode second class for protection and anonymity.
They looked around the room together and Sam continued to talk, saying that he was a hard-working salesman, soft living with his family. His mother was supposedly old and sick now and would be heartbroken if she discovered that her ring was missing. It was hard to go through it with a straight face but once again the story seemed to be working.
By the time he gave up on the search, he and Samantha were fast friends. The woman talked about herself as they headed for the breakfast car and Sam began to rub his hands together. Yes, he thought, he had found a live one, an old woman who would turn out to be putty in his hands.
They ate breakfast together and Samantha insisted on paying her own check, a good sign as far as Sam was concerned. He made himself as charming as he could and then figured that he would ignore his gambling for the rest of the day and try his luck with the wealthy-looking widow.
They spent the rest of the afternoon together and Sam then invited Samantha to his private stateroom for an intimate supper. The woman had equivocated at first but soon turned out to be no match for his well-rehearsed charm. Yes, she was going to turn out to be a perfect pigeon.
Samantha hurried back to her berth, putting on her jewelry and staring hard at Nan, who was still in the company of the suspicious-looking youngster who had boarded in New Jersey. Damn the little bitch, she thought, young and pretty, having no trouble attracting men. It just wasn't fair!
However, there was no time to worry about that. She had a date for the evening and it was now possible for the woman to think of herself as young and attractive and available again. Sam had flattered her shamelessly and she had swallowed the bait whole, without a hint of suspicion.
Nan and Roger remained uninvolved with the woman, although Roger could not help noticing her jewelry. He had a well-trained eye for that sort of thing and soon concluded that she was carrying at least two grand on her neck alone, to say nothing of rings, bracelets, pendants and baubles.
It was tempting to think about conning the woman but really out of the question for the moment. He had not made a good impression and she didn't look like the type who would let herself get involved with a young man. It was a shame but there wasn't much he could do about it other than to console himself in Nan's loving arms.
Nan would be leaving him soon, getting off the train sometime early in the morning. He would probably never see her again, which seemed a hell of a pity. Still, they did have a full night to spend together and this time they would hit the sack directly, forget all about having dinner
They waited until Samantha left the car, at which point they were all alone. As they passed the woman's berth, Roger noticed that her suitcase was open. It was a terrible temptation but he couldn't do it with Nan around. The girl would be disappointed and he could not let that happen.
As long as that was the case, Roger reached over and closed the suitcase, having difficulty with the catch. Finally the thing closed and he found himself happy that he had not yielded to the temptation. Nan was having a good influence on him, no doubt about that.
The two youngsters climbed into bed together and Roger found himself forgetting the woman altogether. She was gone and so was her jewelry, even though it would have been easy for him to dip into the satchel once his mistress fell asleep. Still, the train was big and there were other fish to fry, other suckers waiting to be taken by a con man like himself.
Meanwhile, Sam Lacy was having only slightly more difficulty with his own date. He and Samantha had polished off a large dinner and now they were alone in his room. Now he was waiting for something to develop, while she wondered if she could trust the man who had appealed to her so strongly.
Sooner or later, I have to seduce this old bird, Sam told himself. She was old and past her prime but really not all that bad-looking. Besides, his own good looks had gone years earlier and it was obvious from the rocks she was wearing that the old bag had plenty to interest him.
First things first, he decided. There would be plenty of time to talk the old bird into investing in some imaginary silver mine after he had fucked her. She was going to put out for him, no doubt about that, but still, he had to take things easy, not take the risk of alienating her.
They talked on and on and he found that the woman was beginning to get drunk from the three bottles of wine they had put away. Sam could hardly take his eyes from her jewelry, especially when he remembered that he would be leaving the following morning. Yes, there would be no time for a real con, only a quick theft and a fast goodbye.
Eventually he reached over and wrapped his arm around Samantha's ample shoulders. He was just over forty and the woman had to be his senior by at least a few years, but still she was rather attractive. He was in no position to complain but it was nice that he found her less than repulsive.
Samantha allowed her lover to kiss her, completely forgetting the stern morality she had practiced since the passing of her husband. Those two youngsters had poisoned her mind, she decided, made her think so much about sex that she was as horny as a sow. Well, there was only one thing to do about it.
Samantha yielded completely to her lover, allowing him to kiss her full on the lips. Sam was not her idea of the most handsome sort of lover but he was well-spoken and sympathetic and rather healthy-looking. Yes, she might as well do it, especially since nobody else would ever know.
In the other part of the train, Nan was having no such problems with her conscience. She and Roger had fucked once already and now he was going to show her a new way of making love. It did not sound especially pleasant but the man had not let down yet. She just had to trust him.
Nan found herself on her hands and knees on the berth, her lover's tongue darting in and out of her little pink asshole. She had never been buggered before but it was what Roger wanted and she could refuse him nothing, considering that they might never see each other again.
Soon the tongue stopped entering her asshole and Nan turned her head over her shoulder, wondering what was going to happen next. Roger was sitting there, his stiff prick held in his right hand, an evil smile creasing his face. The moment of truth had finally arrived for the the young housewife.
She held her breath and felt the huge cock reaming the edge of her asshole. It felt warm and stimulating at first but then it began to enter her, stretching Nan at the seams. There was no way she could take it in without bleeding. It was going to hurt her, ruin her healthy young body. She should have refused to do it while she still had the chance.
'Take it easy, baby, just try to relax," Roger urged her. "We agreed to do everything tonight and you should try anal sex. I mean it. It's not going to hurt at all. If you love me like you say you do, it wouldn't bother you at all."
"All right, do it now," Nan answered, trying to relax. "But do it quick. It's hurting me already."
Roger smiled to himself as he worked his prick deeper into the girl's unwilling asshole. It was cruel to impose anal sex on her like that but it was also very hard to resist. He had fucked the girl and eaten her pussy and now it was time for her to taste the pleasures of buggering. Otherwise, she would go through life completely ignorant of it.
Roger worked his prick in deeper and deeper, being as gentle as he could. He was hurting the girl but Nan could take it. She was young and healthy and athletically-inclined and soon her body would stretch sufficiently to take him in.
He finally managed to work his cock all the way into the girl's wet, pink asshole. It was hurting her less now and he was able to start moving properly. Soon he would do a few things to turn her on and help Nan enjoy the experience but for the present he was concentrating on his own pleasure.
Yes, the girl would be leaving him at five in the morning and he had to fuck her up the ass first. Now his prick was rotating around inside the girl's stretching asshole and she was no longer complaining. It had been a long time since he had found a girl that pliant and willing to put out.
Roger reached around and started to play with Nan's breasts, which were pressed firmly against the pillow beneath her. She arched her back to make it easier for him and then he had his hands cupped around the soft globes, manipulating them gently as his prick continued to penetrate Nan's bunghole.
He squeezed her tits until Nan's nipples had come up again, hard and firm in his strong hands. The girl was beginning to enjoy herself and that was important. There was still one more thing he could do to make it better for her, show Nan that anal sex could be equally enjoyable for both of them.
To that effect, Roger slid his arm down the girl's body until his right hand was clutching her warm, wet pussy. It was easy to locate the girl's clitoris, force it to protrude from behind its protective hood. That would turn her on as it had so many times before during their brief relationship.
Nan stiffened with pleasure as she felt her lover's fingers teasing her clitoris into a state of full erection. The tiny organ filled up with blood and swelled to twice its normal size. His prick was still wreaking havoc deep inside Nan's asshole but the girl didn't care any more now that her passion had finally been stimulated by his fingers.
Roger had been there before. He could feel the woman relaxing and straining to let him further into her asshole. Her cunt was dripping cunt and it was just possible that she would come before he did. It would be a fitting end to what had been a most profitable and pleasant relationship.
Roger pulled back slightly, until only the head of his prick remained embedded in the girl's asshole. She was coming now, letting her passion out with loud cries of happiness. Well, it was their last night together and he didn't care if they woke every passenger in the whole fucking train.
Nan was shocked at the speed and power of her orgasm, even though she had come three times already that night. She held her breath and then felt her cunt contracting around her lover's probing fingers. Yes, she hardly felt any pain now that her passion was being released.
Her orgasm was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Roger felt his own passion riding to a head and realized that he could fuck the athletic beauty as hard as he pleased. Her asshole was taking him in with ease now and she was doing everything she could to hasten his climax.
He shoved his prick in again and again, feeling her anal sphincter closing down on his probing prick. Yes, he was almost there, especially now that the girl was swaying from side to side and grinding her ass into his midsection, wanting desperately to have her asshole filled with come, something he was more than happy to do for her.
Roger shoved his prick in one more time and then let it explode deep inside Nan's asshole. He felt a large stream of come pouring out of him and then his prick was wilting quickly, losing its thickness and rigidity. He was tired now, too bushed even to think of fucking another time.
Soon both lovers were asleep. Their heads were lying side by side, their arms and legs tangled in a pattern of love and satiation. Roger fell into a deep, dreamless sleep, happy to be with Nan. It was a shame that he would never see her again but there wasn't much to -be done about that.
At the other end of the train, Sam Lacy was enjoying almost equivalent success with the object of his lust. Samantha was naked now, lying in his bed, waiting expectantly for him to fuck her. She was far better-looking than he had expected.
Samantha lay on the bed, smiling broadly, her hair falling on the pillow beneath her. She had not been fucked in longer than she cared to remember and now it looked like things were finally coming her way. The handsome traveling salesman was just her kind of bed partner.
Sam finished removing his clothing and then joined Samantha on the bed. He saw that she had draped her jewelry carelessly on his small night table, not seeming to care about it any longer. Well, the woman would be relieved of at least part of her wealth before the night was over. Yes, by the time he left, he would be considerably richer.
Not only that, Sam thought, as he sat down on the bed with his again mistress. Even if he decided to stay on the train, it would be easy to pin the whole theft on somebody else. The prime candidate in his mind was Roger, the young man who had bilked him at the card table. Yes, it would be nice to get even with the little smart ass.
Sam got into bed with his mistress and wasted no time going to work on the old lady. She was fat and aging but still rather attractive. Between the two of them they must have weighed well over four hundred pounds but that would only add to his pleasure in the long run.
Samantha squealed with delight as the younger man touched her large, flaccid breasts. Sam was fat and out of shape but already his prick was beginning to stand at attention, a sure sign that he wanted her. Well, it was about time she had some fun on the long and boring train ride.
He began to caress the woman's tits and soon was grinding his body against her, giving Samantha no chance to relax. She kissed her lover and then drew him down on top of her, instinctively reaching out for his cock. Yes, in a few moments she would finally get her just desert.
Sam was plotting as he got on top of the woman, thinking that he might as well take the train all the way to California. That would give him a chance to set the woman up with Roger long before she noticed her missing jewelry. If it didn't work, he could always get off in time to avoid detection, before any trouble had a chance to develop.
He got on top of Samantha and worked his stiff prick against her cunt, rubbing it around the opening of the fat woman's labia. She once again wrapped her arms around Sam's back, pulling him towards her, impatient to have his prick, sinking deep inside her hungry vagina.
Sam smiled inwardly as he started to fuck the woman. His prick slid easily into her well-lubricated hole and he could see the whole thing developing. His plans were changing quickly but they were getting better and better. By the time he finished, his rival would be in jail and he would have his prick of the woman's jewelry, a perfect arrangement for all concerned.
Yes, he would not even bother to rob her this time around, would let the woman go back to her berth with all her valuables intact. Then, when she was fucking young Roger, which was sure to happen soon, he would help himself, knowing that the crime would be pinned on his rival.
Now his prick had entered the woman's pussy and Sam found that his mistress was not at all bad in the sack. She was moving with him already, grinding her fat ass into the mattress, trying to sink his cock ever deeper into her hungry hole. No doubt about it, the old bag was really hot to trot.
Samantha sighed with lust as she felt herself being penetrated. She could forget all about the young man who had turned her on so much during their first meeting. She had a lover of her own now and he was doing one hell of a good job of firing her long-dormant lust.
She wrapped her arms around her lover's back, feeling the sweat seeping into her pores. He was fucking her hard and fast now, not bothering with the subtleties. Yes, they were made for each other. He was the first man she had met in years who had been able to turn her on that well.
Samantha felt the onset of her orgasm just a few minutes later. Sam was still on top of her but now he had raised himself up onto his outstretched palms. His cock was deeper inside her cunt than ever and all his weight was bearing down on her, making it impossible for her to remain unmoved.
In that position it was difficult for Samantha to move but that did not bother her for a second. Her lover's eyes were closed and she was able to look at him at her leisure. He had a funny look on his face, a scheming sort of smile that did not accord with the way he was fucking her.
Still, the woman had little time to think about the contradictions in her lover's attitudes. No, his prick felt like a red hot bar of iron and now it was really getting to her. Her contractions were just about ready to start and then she would finally gain a measure of complete sexual satiation.
She let out a cry of passion and then allowed her cunt to close down on her lover's prodding prick. This was it, the moment she had waited for. Her body was going berserk now, flailing and flopping on the bed, speared hopelessly on the tip of her lover's thick, pulsating cock.
Sam smiled to himself as he felt the woman's orgasm starting. Yes, he had conquered yet another rich old hag, this one not so easy to please. It was something to be proud of and he had the additional reward of satisfying his own lust, something that would happen just a few minutes later.
Sam began to fuck the woman hard and fast, knowing that she was over the hill as far as her own sexual gratification was concerned. She was moving with him pretty well and it would not be long before he was ready to rear back and shove his prick in for the last time, filling her cunt with come.
His body was glistening with sweat now, more athletic than it appeared when swaddled. His hair was plastered to Sam's skull as he worked out his passion, still thinking of how to con the woman. She was no dummy but he would handle her anyway, fuck her and rob her and get even with the little snot-nose who had screwed him in the card game.
Now his prick was throbbing violently, thick veins standing out on its shiny surface. Sam continued his exertions and then he could feel his passion rising to a crescendo. A few more strokes like that and he would be over the verge, ready to do his worse to the still-lusting old woman.
Sam shoved his prick in for the last time and then gave his similarly-named mistress the works. The come went shooting out of the tip of his rod with incredible force, practically pinning her to the bed. Samantha loved every minute of it and never asked him to take it easy.
Soon Sam's prick started to go limp and he lay down beside his mistress, considering the course of his future actions. Yes, he could rob her right then and there and get off the train without being caught but it would be so much better, more artistic, to do it the other way.
Ten minutes later, Samantha was asleep, but not for very long. Her head was lolling comfortably on her lover's shoulder but for some reason Sam felt that he was not satisfied. One good fuck usually did the trick for him but this time around he felt that he needed something extra.
He woke Samantha up with a kiss and then went directly for the woman's big, soft kiss. Yes, she was all ready for him, just as he had expected. This time it would be even better. He was beginning to feel a great deal of affection for the woman he was just about to rob.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was four in the morning and the special streamline had just pulled out of Phoenix. Roger rolled over in his berth, already feeling the cold of loneliness. He was still not fully awake but he would be soon and then it would sink in that Nan was gone from him once and for all.
At the other end of the train, Sam Lacy rolled over and tried to go back to sleep, which was not easy considering the fact that he was with a sleeping woman whose jewelry was sitting there waiting to be had. It was the kind of temptation he found difficult to resist.
However, he had decided not to get off at Phoenix and that would stand him in good stead with Samantha. He had put on a performance worthy of an Academy Award, telling the woman that he could no longer live without her, that his business dealings would just have to wait.
Sam smiled as he remembered the way the woman had cooed and gushed over his words. Yes, the ugly old bag really believed that a man could be in love with her. She would pay the price of her illusions eventually but for the moment it was wisest to continue stringing her along.
Although it was still dark outside, life went on on a train. Time loses all meaning when you are hurtling across the countryside. Passengers got on and off at any given hour and the staff strove to make them comfortable. It was a new way of life although it had been going on since pioneer days, when the railroads had first been constructed.
Waiting at the doorway when the train pulled into Phoenix had been George Handler, a short dark-haired man with eyes that were disquietingly intense. George had boarded at
Kansas City and now his finances were already dire. Something had to turn up before they reached the West.
George had checked into the card games, much as Roger had down two days earlier. However, George did not like to gamble. His luck was never particularly good and he had never learned to cheat properly. It was one phase of the con game that he was doomed never to master.
George sighed to himself as he left the smoking car. What the hell were you going to do in the middle of the night, anyway, he asked himself. Still, he was far away from Kansas and that had to be a good thing. Another two days there and he would have landed in the pokey for sure.
George could still remember being dragged down to the police station after that last particular con. That would have been all right, only he didn't make a cent out of it. The only saving grace was that they had fallen for his alias and hadn't bothered to fingerprint him.
That being the case, George reasoned, they could not possibly catch up to him in California, computers or not. Still, any city with cops that dumb couldn't be a good scene for long. It was bound to backfire on a man, just as it had for George three days earlier.
George entered the restaurant car, wondering when some kind of action was going to show up. He stopped on the way in the men's room and fixed his appearances carefully. It was a bitch not to have his luggage with him but it was better to leave it behind rather than have it all to himself in jail, no doubt about that.
George combed his hair carefully and decided that he would not have to shave until later in the day. His jowls were glistening with black stubble but that was all right. People tended to be informal on a train and nobody looked particularly fresh after almost a week of rail travel.
Then George sat down and ordered a modest breakfast. His weight had ballooned over the last couple of months and now he could look upon his penury as a good thing. It would get him back into shape, get him down to fighting weight and make himself more attractive to the ladies.
"Good morning, ma'am," he began, seeing a likely-looking candidate eating alone. "I guess we must have boarded together but I wasn't fortunate enough to meet you on the platform."
"I got on at Phoenix," the woman said, naively. "My name is Suzanne Robbins. I'm heading for Los Angeles."
"San Francisco for me," he answered. "But I'll probably spend the night in LA. I'll freshen up a little and then it's back on the road for me.
"What do you do, if you don't mind my asking," the woman responded. "It's a vacation for me but I can see that it must be some sort of business trip for you."
George invited himself to sit down beside the woman and then began his story. It would have been easy to let go and tell the woman a real whopper but what the hell, he might as well save that for the next patsy. It would be best to take it easy on this one for a while.
Suzanne listened carefully as George described his business, calling himself a stockbroker and lecturing her about the vagaries of the market. To hear him talk, it was as mysterious as The Cabala, and he was one of the few men lucky enough to have been chosen to master its secrets.
As he dug into his eggs and toast, George continued to talk, his stories growing further from the truth with every passing mile. He told Suzanne that he had been doing well on the market but that some of his customers had lost their shirts. It was a dangerous time for investment.
In fact, things were at a stake where a smart person could clean up with shameful ease. All you had to do was know when to buy what and the showers of gold would fall on your doorstep. It sounded dangerous but it just wasn't true, at least not for those in the know.
George continued talking, thinking that it would be best if the woman made a few suggestions on her own. He did not want to steamroll the good-looking young brunette. She was dressed like she had some money but you could never tell about that sort of thing. No, let her be strung along for a while and she would find enough rope to hang herself with.
"That's funny," Suzanne commented. "My father put a lot of money into stocks and he really hasn't done that well. I wish he had met a man like you when he was investing."
"It's never too late," George answered. "In fact, you don't need all that much money to get started."
"Oh, I don't know about that," Suzanne answered. "That's big financing you're talking about. For example, I've always been interested, but I'm afraid I just can't afford it."
"Don't think small, Suzanne," George replied, using her first name for effect. "It only takes a thousand or so."
"Why I have that much money right here in my bag," Suzanne answered with surprise. "But you're trying to make me feel good. Probably you're laughing at me secretly."
"One thing I'm not laughing at," George answered, "is that fact that you're carrying so much."
"It's not that dangerous," Suzanne said. "I mean," I know to keep it close to the vest, as they say. I may look young but I've been around, believe me."
"Can we talk in private?" George asked. "I hate to have all these people eavesdropping on us. Know what I mean?"
Suzanne nodded conspiratorially and then asked George if he wanted to join her in her private room. George pretended to be worried about how that would appear to the other passengers but Suzanne was intrigued now, insisting that they did not have a thing in the world to worry about.
George smirked to himself as he followed the good-looking young woman to her private room. Yes, things were going his way already and he should have left Kansas City far before this. Trains were a perfect place to work. Safe, comfortable and loaded to the walls with potential suckers.
Also, the girl was damned good-looking, which would make things all the more pleasant. If he could somehow combine lust and business, George knew that he would really have it made. Yes, this girl seemed fascinated by him, an easy mark. It would be fantastic if he could get into her pants.
They sat down in the private room and George pulled a hip flask from his coat, noting that there was a basket of ice waiting for them. It seemed to shock Suzanne a little but she accepted the drink without saying a word. He would have to be careful with this babe. It was surely possible that her innocence was a carefully-cultivated persona.
George continued to ask questions until he knew all about his new sucker. Suzanne was single and fresh out of college, on her way to visit an aunt and uncle in California. Her family must have been lousy with money the way she was got up and maybe she had a little pile of it of her very own.
George began to talk personally to the girl, asking why somebody as good-looking as herself had not yet married. Suzanne blushed and then admitted that she was engaged, although no date had been set. No, she wanted to get her vacation out of the way after four hard years at college. Only then would she be able to think rationally about her future.
George sat closer to the woman on her couch, asking her about her finance. As he had expected, the girl soon demonstrated that it was a family kind of thing, that her parents had chosen the man for her. They hardly knew each other and it was evident that she was less than satisfied with her lot.
He worked on that for a while, talking about the wife he had lost almost ten years ago. Ten years was perfect, enough to make it look like the distant past but not so much that it made him seem like an old man. The girl was already interested, feeling a great depth of sympathy for the lonely traveler.
George slipped his hand behind the woman's back as he continued to invent the story of his wife. Well, he had a spouse once so it wasn't a complete he. On the other hand, their divorce would not make too attractive a story, nor the fact that he had split without giving her a cent in alimony.
However, Suzanne was almost crying now as she heard how the man had forgotten his wife through a decade of unstinting labor. Yes, he had thrown himself into business and made a success out of it, but what did that matter. How could mere money ever replace the woman he had loved and lost.
Suzanne leaned forward, allowing the man's hand to drop behind her back. It was warm on the train and the liquor was making her sleepy but it wouldn't have been fair to the unhappy stockbroker to fall out in the middle of his sad tale. No, she was not that kind of girl.
George leaned over and kissed the girl full on the lips, the same pathetic expression on his swarthy face. Yes, she looked good and she smelled good and she was falling for his line like a real champ. He could give himself a ten-minute deadline and still make it. He was not going to leave that room until he had fucked the girl.
At that point, Suzanne felt rather confused. She had not expected anything like that from the man but he seemed almost at the point of tears, coming to her as one human being to another, needing her sympathy. It just wouldn't be right for her to refuse in his hour of great need.
She felt the man's stubbly beard rubbing against her chin as he kissed her. Well, she had been working hard at her final exams this last month, had no time at all for pleasure. Now she was horny and dissatisfied and maybe this handsome man could do something about it.
George tried to repress the excitement he was feeling. His own sex life had been nothing to write home about but this girl could change that all around in a minute if she chose. However, she was not common train slut and he would have to be careful not to shock or alienate her.
George shot his tongue into Suzanne's mouth and then felt that he had the girl fair and square. She had her body pressed against his thick barrel chest and it was obvious that he really wanted it. Well, he could satisfy her needs in the very process of stealing every cent she had. It would be the kind of double victory he most savored.
George reached down and began to fondle Suzanne's breasts. The girl was still fully dressed but he knew that through long practice he was capable of undressing a girl before she realized what was happening. It was a matter of business every bit as much as a matter of lust.
Suzanne felt her blouse being unhooked from behind but she was still kissing the man, trying to catch her breath as he worked his tongue deeper and deeper into her yielding mouth. Yes, she wanted him and there was nobody around to step in and ruin her good time.
Now she was naked above the waist and the man had his own shirt off. His body was strong and compact and somewhat threatening but that did not bother her any longer. No, she would go through with it, soothe the worried man, try to help him get over his troubles for a few hours.
Then her skirt was slipping off Suzanne's body and George pulled back for a few seconds, wanting to get a good look at what he was fucking. Yes, the girl was really something to see with those big, hard tits and shapely legs. It would be a pleasure to screw her.
George slipped out of his own underwear and then led the drunk woman to the bed. She did not protest for a second and the rest was bound to be even easier. Yes, he could save his business for a few hours. It was obvious that the girl was in no shape to resist him for long.
He lowered his head down to the girl's tits and began to work on her nipples, slowly and carefully. This was a high-class bitch, he thought, not the kind that went in for the old, wham, bam, thank you, ma'am bit. Yes, she was hot but that didn't mean he could take her for granted. Not if he wanted the woman's money along with her cunt.
Now he had a mouthful of tit and George could feel his own genitals girding for action. Yes, his prick was getting hard as a rock and the young woman was bound to appreciate it. In a few minutes he would be inside her but first there were all sorts of other things he wanted to do.
George held the woman tightly in his arms, so that Suzanne could hardly move a muscle. It was best to show her his physical strength right off the bat. Then she would respect him properly and they could have a good time together. As long as she was getting fleeced, she might as well enjoy it.
Two minutes later, George had his hands down at the girl's waist, stroking her gently.
She wasn't at all a bad piece of merchandise, he thought. A girl who would be worth fucking even if she didn't have any money. Yes, he was getting awfully lucky to find her so early in his journey.
The girl was moaning with lust and it looked like she would come as soon as he got into her. As long as that was the case, George figured, he might as well get it out of the way first. Then she would really appreciate his technique when they got down to some serious lovemaking.
George lay Suzanne flat on her back, intent on eating out the girl's pussy. She smelled warm and fresh and clean and it was obvious that she wanted him to do it. It was nice that the girl was no prude although in a couple of hours she was bound to be kicking herself in her ass about it.
For the time, however, George was content to move into position so that he could eat out the girl's fragrant fuck box. She protested a little at first but it was the sort of thing no healthy girl could really refuse. No, he was all set to show her the time of her life in bed.
George held the girl's thighs apart with his powerful hands, those hands that were too thick and muscular to manipulate a deck of cards. Yes, he could get into her anytime he wanted now. His tongue was already watering with anticipation and he could practically smell her money.
Suzanne closed her eyes as she felt the man starting to eat out her dripping pussy. It was not the kind of lovemaking she was used to but that didn't really matter. No, the fact was that he was turning her on like never before and she would have been a fool to stop him in the middle of it. Yes, this was one time when she would go all the way with a man.
George protruded his tongue and had no difficulty working it into the girl's moist labia. Her clitoris popped out from behind its fleshy hood and for the next couple of minutes, George concentrated on the sensitive organ, wondering how long it would take the girl to come.
He continued to stroke and caress Suzanne's tits as his tongue danced over her clitoris. Yes, she was moaning and thrashing in his arms already, a sure sign that she liked what he was doing to her. Well, Suzanne might not have not known it but her best was yet to come.
Her clitoris was standing up free as George wiped his tongue back and forth over the pink pearl. It was fun to hold it in his teeth and jiggle it back and forth, feeling the shock waves travel through her body. Yes, she would come in a couple of minutes and then he would have some fun, before taking her for her money.
George let go of the girl's clitoris a few seconds later, figuring that Suzanne was ready for the real thing. Her body seemed flushed and sweaty and that told him that her climax could be no more than a few seconds away. Once that happened, the young sexpot would be putty in his hands.
He stuck his tongue out and began to drag it across the young woman's labia, knowing that she could react in only one way. Suzanne reached down and began to stroke his thin black hair. The strange was turning her on a lot better than her idiotic fianc' could ever hope to do.
George shot his tongue into the hungry hole, taking it easy now, not wanting the woman to have her orgasm without working for it, at least a little bit. Yes, she was hot, all right! A young, loving Mama! They were the best kind, George reflected. It would be easy as hell to get it up for Suzanne once it was time to fuck her into exhaustion.
He licked at the very opening of the girl's labia for a few minutes and then finally, mercifully, worked his tongue into the vulva itself. She tasted warm and sweet and young and already her cunt was beginning to contract. Sometimes it was just too easy, George thought.
Then he reached up and fondled the girl's tits again, noting that her nipples were as hard and puckered as a pair of strawberries. Yes, she was dying to come but she was being a real lady about it, hardly making a sound. Well, that was nice, too, when you thought about it.
Suzanne threw her head back and abandoned herself completely to the handsome stranger's ardent caresses. Nothing like this had ever happened to her before but she was an adult now and would have to learn to roll with life's punches. It was a good education for her and plenty pleasant to boot.
Suzanne could feel her orgasm coming on, even though the man had only been eating her out for a few seconds. It was amazing but he really seemed to know what he was doing in bed. It was like nothing she had . ever experienced before but she was not about to knock the new sensations.
Now the man had his tongue outside of her cunt altogether and Suzanne began to feel a little bit frustrated. It just wasn't fair of him to get her so heated up and then stop before finishing her lust. However, she was too much of a lady to complain about it. That sort of thing would never do, even though her mother had never given her specific instructions.
Suzanne was surprised to feel a strong hand being inserted under her soft buttocks. Before she knew what was happening, her new lover had lifted her halfway off the bed, was digging his head ever deeper into her groin. Was it possible that he actually wanted to eat out her tiny pink asshole?
For his part, George was perfectly delighted with that prospect. He had the girl stunned and confused and it was a good time to teach her some of the nuances of sex. Before this she had probably been fucked in one or two positions. It was high time for her education to begin in earnest.
So thinking, George lifted the girl's buttocks a little bit higher. She looked funny in that position, like an overturned turtle, her legs kicking uselessly in the air. However, she was still hot to trot and he knew that it would not take much more to bring the girl right over the verge.
George worked his tongue around the girl's asshole for a few minutes, knowing that it would not detract from her pleasure. Maybe it would take her a moment or two to get used to the new mode of lovemaking but he would have given odds that she would later be begging him for more.
George shot his tongue into Suzanne's asshole and then began to rotate it as if stirring a pot of hot soup. The girl wasn't moving at all but he could feel the fluids continuing to ooze out of her cunt, getting his face and neck soaking wet in its warm, frothy saline flow.
The girl's asshole was so tight that it was obvious that she was a virgin back there. But there would be plenty of time to deal with that later. For the moment he wanted her to come in a way she had never done before. That would go a long way towards getting her firmly under his thumb.
Now his tongue was deep in Suzanne's bunghole, driving the girl out of her mind with previously unknown desires. She felt somewhat embarrassed being in such a helpless position but her cunt was contracting nine to the dozen and she knew that it would be futile to try to complain.
Besides, it was evident that the man was not going to go on eating out her asshole forever. It probably wasn't doing a thing for him and that made Suzanne feel bad and selfish. Well, she would reward the man later, when it was time to fuck in her own unique manner.
George finally removed his tongue from the girl's dripping anal orifice, sure that she was ready to satisfy his and her own desires. Yes, her cunt was wide open now, the labia fluttering as she waited for his re-entry. Two seconds later he was inside the girl's cunt again, not to stop this time until he had swallowed all of her hot come.
George sensed that his triumph was near. He shot his tongue into the girl's cunt, grunting softly as he found it hard to breathe. Dammit, she was making him work hard but the rate of remuneration would make it all worthwhile in the end. He was not going to settle for less than a couple of thousand after all the effort he had been putting into this.
Now the girl's cunt was quivering violently, almost ready to void its long-pent juices. Yes, she was waiting for him to bring her over the hill now but it was really out of his hands. It was taking her a long time but it looked like Suzanne's orgasm was going to be a real winner. .
He worked his tongue in again and again, each time delving deeper into the woman's dripping hole. Suzanne began to moan with lust and then pulled herself up short, not wanting to sound like a whore. It was the only inhibition she had demonstrated in the course of their lovemaking.
Now the fluids were pouring out of the girl's pussy, much to the delight of her experienced seducer. George would have laughed but it was impossible when his tongue was inserted in the girl's cunt. Well, there would be plenty of time for merriment after he had finished stealing her dough.
Suzanne finally allowed herself to scream as her contractions began in full force. It was one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced and the young girl could feel it in her asshole as much as her cunt. Yes, the sad man had done one hell of a good job of turning her on with his tongue.
Two minutes later, the girl was lying down with her eyes closed, relishing the vestiges of her passion. She was tired after all that she had gone through but that didn't matter when she was enthralled in her passion. Maybe her lover would also want to take a little break after their exertions.
But it was not to be, as Suzanne found out a few seconds later. No, the handsome man was facing her now, his prick sticking straight out before him, the largest male organ that she had ever seen. It did not take the young girl long to realize that he was not ready to let her rest, that they still had a long way to go together.
CHAPTER FIVE
Sam Lacy looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair before looking to see if his bed partner was still sleeping. Well, she was out like a light for all intent and purposes, her head on her arm, her eyes completely closed. She was far too tired to see what he was doing.
It was the moment that the dishonest salesman had been waiting for all night. She was his now for the asking and he could help himself to any of her jewelry. After the fucking he had given Samantha, she would not be likely to remember which particular pieces of jewelry she had been wearing.
But he had to make sure not to be too obvious or greedy about it. It was tempting to make a complete haul of the booty but that would have been setting himself up for a fall. No, his method would be to take one valuable item and then hang around waiting to see what would develop.
He held the jewelry in his hand and then decided to take a small emerald broach. The stuff was big and heavy and opulent, in rather poor taste as far as he was concerned. Still, thieves couldn't be choosers, Sam thought. He had to make the best and forget about his esthetic objections.
Sam pocketed the broach and then wrote a note to the woman, saying that he had been called to another part of the train for business purposes but would be glad to meet her for lunch. The woman was bound to be disappointed but he had to get out of there long before she woke up.
Sam smiled to himself as he rearranged the fat woman's jewelry. It was a shame to fleece a woman who had shown him such a good time in bed but what the hell, he could fuck her again any time he chose. That was the beauty of the whole scheme, the fact that she would never suspect him at all.
After Sam left the room, Samantha rolled over and opened her eyes completely. That son of a bitch, she thought, working her when she had intended to take him for a little ride. Well, it didn't matter, since she would get to him sooner or later, one way or the other.
These trains were really something, she thought, as she took inventory of her valuables. In former years it had been easy to find men to take but now they were after her as much as she was after them. It was a strange arrangement that demanded a good deal of intelligence from a woman, something she hoped she was still up to.
Besides, the man was in for a real shock when he found out that the jewelry was worthless. It had cost something to have the fakers made up but it would take a real appraiser to know that they were false. The wise ass who had robbed her would never know until it was far too late.
As she thought about it, Samantha had to chortle at Sam's techniques. In a more prosperous year, they might well have pooled their resources and worked together but that was out of the question now. Money was short and it was every man for himself. Every woman, too.
It had shown a lot of class for him to leave her like that. It was tempting to reverse the procedure and do a little lifting on her own but what the hell, he hadn't taken much of value and the odds were against a sharpie like that leaving anything around for her to grab. If nothing else, he was a smart businessman and a professional crook.
Samantha finished dressing and then headed for the part of the car where her own berth was located. It was still rather early, but there were plenty of people up and around. Well, sooner or later she was going to find a pigeon of her own, before they reached California, for sure.
As she entered her room, Samantha saw that the young man, Roger was his"hame, was still there. He was sitting on her berth, still wearing his pajamas, his legs dangling over the edge. Dammit, he was such a good-looking young fellow it was a shame he had nothing to offer her financially.
"She left you, didn't she?" Samantha asked sympathetically. "Well, don't worry. A handsome man like you will find that there are plenty of fish in the sea."
"I guess so," Roger answered. "But I miss her. It's strange, but I'm really in love with that girl."
"Well, you can see her again," Samantha answered, striving to sound sympathetic. "I'm sure she gave you her address and telephone number. Why didn't you go with her?"
"That would have been impossible," Roger replied. "I mean, she's a married woman and she was going to visit her parents. What the hell could I do in that situation?"
Samantha sat down on her lower berth, realizing that she had a live one on her hands. At first she had thought of the man as a young sharpie but now he was revealing himself to be a common love struck youth. Well, she would be able to put that to good use sooner or later.
Samantha continued to talk to Roger, telling him a little about her own problems. She made up a good story about herself, inspired by Sam, who had done such a good job of bullshitting her the night before. She could still remember what a good tale he had spun. It was an inspiration to her.
Eventually Roger began to realize that the woman was getting to him. She looked plenty rich and it was nice to talk to somebody and forget about Nan. He was never going to see the girl again, even though she had given him her address, both at home and in Arizona.
But she had not been kidding. How the hell could he have shown up at the home of the girl's parents? What would he have said to them? No, it was an impossible situation and the only thing to do was to forget the girl, get her out of his system once and for all.
Roger invited the woman to join him for breakfast, liking the way she was taking to him. Samantha had struck him as a pain in the ass at first, but now she was being very sympathetic and understanding. Yes, she was just the kind of woman to take his mind off his troubles.
For one thing, she looked like she was carrying a good deal of loot. That meant that he could replenish his finances even better than he could have done at Sam's expense. That way he would show up in California with some real bread, which would make it much easier to bear.
Dammit, he thought. He was acting like a lovesick little fool. He had fucked Nan and been good enough not to fleece her. The girl had no money to speak of and that meant that she was no good for him. He would be smart to leave it at that.
But he had never met a woman like Nan before. She had been dynamite in bed but he was used to that sort of thing. No, there was something fresh and young and good about her. She was in a class by herself, completely different from any woman he had ever met before.
Well, he would find a way to get back to Nan someday but that would be impossible if he didn't make some sort of killing. The money he had won from the fat salesman was chicken feed, enough to keep him going for a few days but little more. Maybe, if he played this woman right, he would end up with something for his trouble.
They walked to the dining car together and had a leisurely breakfast. It became increasingly apparent to Roger that the old bag was after his ass. She wasn't so bad-looking when you got a good look at her and there was always that jewelry to think about, a most appealing thing.
After breakfast, they took a long walk through the train. Samantha was holding his arm now, letting her big tits rub against his side. She was being pretty obvious about things and he would have been a fool not to take advantage of an opportunity that might not turn up again so soon.
In any event, they had no place to go to be alone together and that was crimping his plans. However, as they walked past the smoking car, Samantha noticed that her first lover, the fat salesman, was deeply involved in a card game, meaning that he would not be going back to his room for a number of hours. That gave her a perfect opportunity.
"Listen, Roger," she began, "why don't we go off to a private car and have a few drinks together? You look like you could use it and I knew that I could."
"Sounds great to me," Roger concurred. "But where do we go? I can't afford to change to first class."
"Don't worry about it," Samantha answered. "I have the key to a friend's room. He won't be back for hours and we can be all alone for a while."
"All right, Samantha," Roger replied. "I guess anything is better than mooning over Nan."
Samantha unpocketed the key to Sam's room and then led Roger through the doorway. He watched her twitching buttocks as they walked along and decided that it would be no task at all to fuck her. No, sometimes these old bags could really surprise you, he decided. It was possible that she would help him get Nan completely out of his mind.
Once they were in the room, Roger could not help but notice Sam's overcoat. It looked like he had got to the woman first but it would make it all the more pleasant to pork her in the man's room. Yes, it would add a special flavor of piquancy the entire scene.
Roger sat down and sipped his drink slowly, trying to figure out a way to fleece the good-natured woman. She obviously wanted t fuck him but he couldn't be sure of getting anything that way. Simple robbery was out of the question but there had to be another way to get to her money.
Also, he had to think that Sam had been there before him, which meant that he had the inside track to the woman's fortune. Probably he had some sort of scheme brewing and Roger would have to be careful not to repeat it lest he rouse her suspicions. It was a very delicate situation, all in all.
Samantha sat next to Roger on the bed after locking the room to the door and putting up a Don't Disturb sign. That meant that Sam would stay away even if he wanted to go back for his coat. Yes, she could take advantage of certain aspects of the man's modus operandi.
Roger reached out and put his arm around Samantha's ample shoulders. The woman must have been at least fifty, almost old enough to be his grandmother but it was obvious that she did not think of herself as an old bag. No, it looked like she could show him a pretty good time in bed.
Roger tried to think as he was seducing the woman but his usually fertile brain seemed to have run dry. Well, he had over twenty-four hours to get to her and he might as well get rid of his tension first. A good hour or two of solid fucking would do the trick handsomely.
He bent over and kissed Samantha full on the lips, hoping that the woman would not try to act coy with him. He was in no mood to fuck around in that manner, not after the trouble he had had trying to forget Nan. If the woman knew what was good for her, she would cooperate. Otherwise, he would pick up and leave her for good.
But he soon noticed that Samantha had no intention of failing to put out for him. The horny old woman had probably been waiting a long time for a handsome young stud like himself. Well, he would give her a fucking that she wouldn't forget in a hurry, no doubt about that.
Roger kissed the woman again, with great intensity, pushing his tongue into her mouth and wrapping his arms around Samantha's thick torso. This was what he had been waiting for and he figured that it would take no more than five minutes or so before he had her naked and ready to be taken.
Roger took things slow and easy, realizing that the woman wanted him more than he needed her. All he wanted was to forget Nan but she was evidently desperate for sex, despite spending the night with Sam. That made the whole thing a situation tailor-made for his individual talents.
And he was pretty horny himself, Roger soon conceded. Ordinarily, he wouldn't look at a woman like Samantha but now he was in a strange position. His body was giving him no peace and he could still see Nan's image before him. The most beautiful girl it had ever been his pleasure to fuck.
He pushed his hand into the woman's neckline, wanting to feel her enormous breasts. If nothing else, she would represent a change for him. He had never fucked a woman that old and fat before but something told him she would put on a pretty fair performance once the chips were down.
Samantha cooperated completely with her young lover. It was kind of foolish for her to be fucking around in Sam's bedroom but if the situation got sticky she knew that he had her broach in the pocket of his vest. Yes, she was holding all the trump cards, whether he knew it or not. If he tried to fuck her around, he was in for an unpleasant surprise.
Samantha figured that it was a good time for her to get laid. Sam had been a better lover than expected but he could hardly hold a candle to this handsome stud. Yes, there was no reason for her to avoid having fun, even if it did complicate things beyond recognition.
A few minutes later both lovers were naked, their bodies making a strange contrast.
Samantha was a huge woman, broad of hip and shoulders, almost too big for her young lover to handle. Only his youthful strength and wiry physique would save him from complete failure with her.
Roger sat down on the bed and began to go for Samantha's tits. The huge globs fascinated him, especially when he discovered that they were firm and muscular, like a pair of overdeveloped biceps. Yes, there was nothing wrong with the woman at all as far as he could see. It might turn out to be a good deal of fun to sock it to her.
Roger kissed Samantha's big broad nipples, noticing that they did not stand up immediately, which he was used to from making love to Nan. No, this woman was old and her reflexes were bound to be rather slow. It was something he would keep in mind for the rest of the time they spend together.
Roger soon reached for the old woman's cunt, knowing that she was past the point of refusing him. The whole thing was a charade but what the hell, he might as well take it at face value and enjoy himself. If nothing else, it would help him pass a few otherwise lonely hours.
Samantha sighed with lust as she felt the young stud attacking her moist old pussy. Yes, she knew that she did not have too many good years left in her body but that was no reason to call it quits. On the contrary, it made her hornier than she had been in her younger days.
Roger buried his finger deep inside Samantha's vulva and then added a second. The woman was rather commodious inside but that did not mean that she would not be good in bed. No, experience was bound to work in his favor when he was finally ready to shove his prick into the old bag.
Roger felt a hand reaching down to caress his prick and knew that the show was on. Yes, the old woman wanted him badly and he was not going to hold back on her. No need for that. She had been around and knew what she wanted and was not at all shy about demanding it in no uncertain terms.
In a way, Roger started to like the old woman. She was pulling the loose skin of his prick back and forth over the head and it was getting him stiff and ready. Soon he would be in a full state of erection and then he would see if she could really turn him on properly in bed.
He pushed the old woman's head down towards his crotch, wondering if she would be willing to suck his cock for a while, Most women didn't like to be forced that way but he felt sure Samantha would not reject him. Not if she knew what was good for her and still wanted to get laid.
Samantha felt the pressure and decided to do her lover's bidding right off the bat. It had been a long time since she had a young cock throbbing in her mouth, even longer since she had swallowed a good load of come. Yes, she would suck him off for as long as he wanted, knowing full well that the young stud would get it up for her over and over again.
Roger sat back on the bed, perfectly willing to let the woman blow him to completion. His prick was stiff as a bar of structural steel and the way she was bending over it showed him that Samantha had been there before. Maybe she had learned a few tricks along the way that would surprise him.
Now Samantha was draped over her lover's body, his surprisingly thick cock sticking into her mouth. She immediately began to drag her tongue across the sensitive surface of his swollen head, wondering how long it would take him to pop his load and fill her mouth with hot come.
She flicked her tongue back and forth and felt the prick beginning to throb. The young man seemed rather nervous and it was certainly possible that he would blow his cock in a matter of minutes. That was all for the best since it meant they would be fucking in no time at all.
Samantha let her lover's prick slide all the way out of her mouth. It was no fun to him to come that quickly so she figured she might as well work on his balls for a while. That would keep the young man interested and slow him down at the same time, a perfect arrangement for both of them, something she would enjoy as much as he did.
Roger shoved Ms prick forward until it was resting against Samantha's cheeks, smearing some of her heavy pancake makeup. He could see her fat hobbling as she licked at his balls and for some reason that turned him on all the more, making the whole scene almost pleasant.
Roger sighed with lust as he felt the woman's tongue going across his heavy balls. She was tickling him and causing his skin to wither but that was all right with Roger. He was having a better time than he expected with Samantha and things seemed to be getting better with every passing moment.
Now she had opened her mouth wide and taken his balls all the way in. It was something no other woman had ever done for Roger and it worried the young man at first. He felt weak and vulnerable, not really trusting the old woman whom he knew only for a couple of days.
But she was dangling his balls in her mouth, dragging her tongue over the withered surface, showing him a really good time with her lips and tongue. It was high time that she brought him to orgasm, however. Already he could feel the come moving up into his prick.
Roger grabbed Samantha by the head and forced her to relinquish his now spit covered balls. She did so readily and took his prick back into her mouth without having to be asked. It was obvious that the woman had no objection to being given a load of hot come to swallow. Roger felt that it would take only a few more moments.
He shoved his prick in fast and hard, wanting to see how much the woman could take. He had to admit that she was far more experienced and talented than Nan, even if she wasn't turning him on so well. Yes, it was going to be pretty easy to forget at that stage of the game.
Roger shoved his prick in for the last time and then he was ready to oil the woman with come. It started down in his balls and then quickly moved up to the tip of his prick. Now it was shooting out of him hard and violently, spilling copiously into Samantha's waiting hungry mouth.
Roger shot his load and then pulled his prick right out of the woman's cunt, wanting it to stay hard. It was no fun to have to wait between bouts of sex but if he hurried up and fucked her he would not have to do that. His youth and virility would stand him in good stead.
Samantha gulped down the juices after rolling them around in her mouth for a few seconds. Yes, the young man had turned her on and now she was all ready to fuck him. He could have her any time he chose. To show that, Samantha lay down and parted her thighs as invitingly as she could.
Roger felt that he had not lost even a minimum of his rigidity and lustful thickness. His prick was throbbing and bouncing up and down, looking for a new home. Samantha was sitting there with the breeze passing across her wide open cunt. There was only one thing to do in that situation and he would have been a fool to prolong the inevitable.
He got on top of Samantha, holding his stiff prick in his strong right hand. The woman smiled and kissed him on the neck, covering his skin with her hot saliva. She seemed really hot to trot this time, as if she had gone for years without satisfying her sexual desires.
Roger worked his prick home and then left it buried in Samantha's cunt. He had not eaten out the woman but she was dripping wet already, wanting him desperately. There was no reason to keep the woman waiting, especially when it was in his own best interests to fuck her immediately.
Now the young man's prick had penetrated into Samantha's cunt and the old woman was enjoying it more than she would have thought possible. Even though she had spent the previous night fucking around with Sam there was no way she could fail to be turned on by her lusty lover.
His prick was penetrating her deeper than ever before, causing Samantha to moan with lust and beg him for more. She began to wrap her arms and legs around her lover's body, trying to draw him deeper into her insatiable fuck box, knowing that she was rather close to orgasm.
Roger knew it as well as Samantha did. He had expected to have to put on a heroic performance for the woman but now she was showing that she was every bit as capable of coming as a woman half her age. It was nice to know that they didn't lose everything when they passed their youth.
He slammed his prick into Samantha's pussy with increasing power, causing her to moan with ecstasy. Yes, the woman was going to unload her juices in a few minutes and he was not that far from going himself. It was possible to have a simultaneous orgasm but you couldn't plan that kind of thing. Either it happened on its own or not at all.
Roger continued to fuck Samantha with everything he had, knowing that there was no reason to husband his energies. It was getting close to lunchtime and that meant that they would soon have to vacate Sam's room. He couldn't complain though, not. after the way the old woman had sucked his cock.
Now Samantha was finally getting it on, bellowing lustily and holding Roger so tightly that he could hardly move. He left his prick buried to the hilt in her clinging pussy and then let Samantha do the rest of the work on her own, sure that she would know just how to handle the situation.
Samantha screamed again as she was coming and then Roger could feel her powerful vaginal sphincter closing down on his throbbing cock. Yes, he had turned the woman on all right, given her an orgasm to write home about. It was something that he had every right to be proud of.
The woman came and came again and then finally her passion began to abate. Roger felt that he was almost ready to join her, that a few more lusty strokes would bring him right over the verge. This orgasm would not be as good as his first but that was nothing to complain about. After all, it was rather early in their relationship.
He forced his prick in all the way and then thought about Nan, knowing that it would hasten his orgasm. It was so easy just to close his eyes and imagine that he was fucking the younger woman. Yes, that was all he needed and now he was ready to shoot his load and get it over with.
Samantha smiled as she felt the come rocketing into her spacious pussy. The young man had turned her on better in an hour than her other lover had been able to do in an entire night. They still had twenty-four hours to spend together, which made her smile even more broadly.
For the present they had to get out of Sam's room. Samantha apprised her lover of that fact and then they dressed themselves quickly. Roger kissed his mistress once more, thinking again, wondering how he was going to part her from some of her money or her expensive jewelry.
CHAPTER SIX
Roger left Samantha and then wandered around the train, by now used to the incessant motion. It was the first time in his life that he had traveled long distance and he soon decided that there was much to be said for the experience, that he would surely want to do it again someday.
He liked the rocking motion of the train, liked seeing the miles rolling by, liked the complete lack of responsibility. You didn't have to do anything on a train but sit there and relax, watch the scenery, eat and drink. Everything else was taken care of by the large staff.
However, looking at his finances, Roger could not be altogether happy. It was fun to look out the windows and see the countryside rolling by but he was not going to have much money in his pockets when he got to California, unless he managed to make another killing fairly soon.
Samantha could give him all he needed without noticing the loss but she was a tough old bird and he had still not thought of a way to get to her. No, he would have to take it slow and easy on the old bag. One false move and she would dump him most unceremoniously.
However, money or not, he still owed a lot to Samantha. She had fucked him better than he could have expected, shown him a dynamite time in bed. Yes, he had wanted to forget his troubles for a few hours and she had obliged him with no strings attached. He could not help but be grateful.
But now the woman was off somewhere and Roger was quite pleased about that. It would be nice to talk to somebody again but Samantha had strange ideas of conversation.
Everything seemed to lead to sex with her, which was fine, but tended to get rather tiring after a few hours.
Now it was time for him to check out some other passengers on the train, see what action might be brewing. Walking past the smoking car, Roger saw that there was another card game going. This time the fat salesman was nowhere to be seen and it did not take Roger long to see why.
The game was nothing worth looking in on. It was for dollar stakes and you could work at it all night without making a bundle. No, he was not going to waste his time on that sort of thing. He would save his energies until later that night when the high stake players put in an appearance.
Roger headed for the bar, figuring that a few cold scotches would set him right. He was tired and depressed and still rather lonely but he had never been much of a drinker and a few good belts would make his head swim. Yes, that was just what he needed. Maybe he would find a few pigeons there, or at least an eligible young lady.
Roger sat at the bar and ordered his drink. He did not enjoy the taste of the liquor but it started to warm him up almost immediately, surging through his body with its soothing warmth. The second drink was better than the first and the third was in a class of its own.
Looking around the room, Roger could see that there was not very much going on. It was just after lunchtime and most of the people must have been either out on the observation deck or copping a nap in their berths. It looked like a dull scene, just as he had feared.
But then Roger looked up and saw that there was at least one person worth his notice, a young woman who for some reason was sitting by herself at the bar. She was well-dressed and well-groomed, the type of girl who must have had to fight men off most of the time. It just didn't make sense that nobody had beat him to her. He would have to investigate for himself.
"Hello, you must have just boarded," Roger announced, going over to join the girl, his drink in hand. "Are you going to California or is this just a short run?"
"San Francisco," the girl answered, hardly looking at him. "And I get bored on trains. Too much idle conversation."
"What else are you going to do on a train?" Roger asked rhetorically. "I like it. It gives me a chance to talk to people I would never know ordinarily. People like you."
"I suppose so," the girl answered lazily. "What's your name by the way? We might as well get to know each other."
Roger introduced himself quickly and then asked for the girl's name. She called herself June Robertson and told him that she was a college professor. The image did not seem to fit but then she amplified her explanation, saying that she taught drama, acting, and directing.
"How come you teach it rather than being an actress," Roger said blandly. "I mean, I don't want to get personal but you must know you're a very attractive girl."
"Thank you," June answered calmly. "Say anything you want. The thing is that I have no interest in acting. It's just a way for me to pass time and avoid boredom."
"I can't see why you'd be bored in life," Roger said, trying to sound young and sincere. "I mean, I imagine that you must have all sorts of boyfriends."
"When I want them," June answered with no hint of smugness. "But I get bored with the same old thing all the time."
Roger continued the conversation, finding June different from any girl he had ever met before. She answered his questions readily if half-heartedly and he was soon able to find out a lot about the girl, things that he quickly filed for future reference. She struck him as an interesting case.
June told Roger that she had been a spoiled rich girl for as long as she could remember. Her parents had sent her to private schools and had bought her whatever she wanted. There was no need for her to work for a living or do much of anything except things she wanted to do.
"But that's the thing about me," she continued calmly. "I don't like to do much of anything. I mean, I get bored so damned quickly. Everything's the same. Sometimes I wish I was poor so I'd have to work for a living. I don't mean to sound snobbish, but why should I lie about it."
Roger continued to ply the girl with questions, fascinated by her lassitude. With that kind of background he could imagine himself as making a real killing in life, piling up a fortune and living in luxury. However, this girl, rich as she was, could not have cared less about any of that;
Eventually June told Roger that she was getting bored, that it was not her idea of a good time to sit around drinking bad liquor in a private place. Roger quickly got up to accompany the girl, hoping that she would invite him to her stateroom. For once in his life, words failed the young man and he felt young and crude and inexperienced.
However, June told him that he was perfectly welcome to accompany her to her room. It was late afternoon now and she wanted a little company. Roger followed June down the corridor getting a good look at her body. It was inconceivable to him that such a girl could find life a drag.
Once they were in the room, June excused herself, saying that she wanted to change her clothing. Roger could hear her in the bathroom and then stood up to greet June as she returned to the room, now dressed in a far more casual but equally revealing outfit, one that made his blood boil.
"Listen, do you ever smoke grass?" June asked him a few seconds later. "I hope you won't turn out to be a drag about this. It's one of the few things I really enjoy."
"I haven't done it much," Roger answered honestly. "I didn't really get high the times I tried. But I'll do it again. Shit, I'm always open to any kind of new experience."
June smiled at the young lad, knowing that he was not quite as innocent as he pretended to be. That was all right, however, it was nice to meet somebody with some brains for once. Besides, the young lad was quite handsome and sex was another of those things that sometimes failed to bore her.
June reached into her handbag and came out with four or five joints. She put one to her lips and then waited for Roger to light it. He did so a few seconds later and then June took a deep inhalation on the marijuana cigarette, showing that she was quite used to smoking it.
Roger took the joint as it was passed to him and inhaled as deeply as he could without choking. He was already a little high from the scotch and soda but the grass was another story altogether. He could feel it affecting him immediately and knew that it had to be first class weed.
"Yeah, it's really good," Roger conceded after they had finished the joint. "One more of those and I'm going to be on my ass, I think. It's real strong."
"You bet it is," June concurred, her eyes becoming glassy. "This shit came all the way from Morocco or somewhere."
Roger lit the second joint and found that he was getting progressively more stoned. It was a hot day and the windows were closed and June was dressed more comfortably than himself. In fact, it seemed as if she had removed some of her clothing, was becoming freer and freer in his company.
Roger moved closer to the girl, thinking that it was possible that she would want to go to bed with him. He was not used to girls of that social position but there could be no doubt in his mind that June found him attractive. If nothing else, she was not exactly the tricky or coy type.
June allowed the handsome young man to sit right beside her, thinking that there would be nothing wrong with passing some time in his company. She was used to getting laid and the young lad seemed to know what he was about. It could be a lot of fun to play around with him a little.
Soon Roger could see that his victory was almost assured. The girl was lolling her head on his shoulder and sort of mumbling in his ear. It sounded like she had been smoking all day although it might well have been his own state of mind. In any case, it was most pleasant to be with June, especially now that he seemed to be getting somewhere with her.
He bent over to kiss the girl and then was surprised by her reaction. June permitted his kiss, parting her lips provocatively but then refusing to let his tongue enter her pretty mouth. A few seconds later she was on her feet and Roger was sure that he had made his move a little too soon.
However, June soon showed that she had no intention of curtailing the party. She smiled at Roger and then began to remove her clothing without saying a word, dancing around as if there were a live orchestra somewhere. Roger had to admit that she was the strangest girl he had ever met.
On the other hand, there was nothing strange about her body, except its uncommon beauty and the strong effect it was having on his nerves. Roger was used to good-looking women but this June creature was something else, a veritable parade of charms that soon had his blood boiling.
June continued to dance around the room until she was completely naked. Her tits were swinging to and fro and when she did a bump and grind it was enough for Roger to feel his prick going stiff behind his trousers. Yes, this was one girl who was going to deliver as much as she promised. It was going to be sensational to get into her twat.
Roger got up and began to get out of his own clothing, hoping that June would be as impressed with him as he had been with her. He knew that he was handsome and that most women found him irresistible but June was a special case. You just couldn't be overconfident with a girl like that.
However, once he sat down on the bed, June was with him all the way. Her long blonde hair was cascading over her naked shoulders and there was an aura of perfume about the girl that was almost suffocating. Yes, he had to fuck her quickly before the grass knocked him out completely.
Roger wrapped his arms around the girl's opulently fleshed torso and began to kiss her once again, letting his right hand drop down onto her big firm tits. She had an amazing body, he decided, firm and muscular but also soft and sensitive and one of the most magnificent he had ever seen.
June threw herself into the young man's arms, feeling that she had found a worthy lover at last. Roger was young and somewhat callous but at the same time his big prick was already beginning to swell and that could not fail to turn her on after all the grass they had polished off together.
Soon they were rolling around on the bed together and Roger thought he was going to go out of his mind with desire. The girl had so many goodies that he hardly knew where to start. It seemed unfair to ignore any part of her beautiful body even though he couldn't possibly caress all of it.
Soon he could feel June's hand reaching down to stroke his cock and he knew that they were at it for real. Yes, the girl was aggressive in bed but he liked that. Not everybody could be like Nan and this girl was at least as good-looking. She was the most gorgeous creature he could remember seeing.
"Listen, you seem like a pretty good stud," June said, breaking out of her new lover's embrace. "I think I have a position that will really throw you for a loop."
"Sure thing," Roger answered hazily. "You tell me what it is and I'll do it. I'm ready now, baby, and I'm going to give you a fucking that you'll never forget."
June smiled at her young lover, won over by his enthusiasm. She told Roger to sit up on the easy chair, to relax and let her do all the work for a while. As long as his cock stayed hard and firm everything would be all right. She was going to show him something he had never seen before.
Roger did as he was told without hesitation. Usually he liked to take the dominant role in bed but June seemed to know what she was doing. She was so self-confident and imperious that he couldn't fail to obey her. Mere curiosity was enough to make him yield his usually aggressive outlook.
June got onto the chair with her lover, facing him directly and squatting directly before him. Roger could see the girl's tits just a few inches from his mouth and could not help sticking out his tongue, licking at the delicious nipples. No man could have resisted, he figured.
June, however, was all business. She let Roger suck her nipples for a few minutes but then brushed his head away with an imperious gesture of her elegant hands. It was time to stop fooling around and get down to business she insisted, unless he had other ideas.
Then the girl crouched over Roger's body, supporting her weight by putting an arm on each of the arms of the chair. Now her cunt was poised right over his upstanding cock and Roger figured that the girl was ready to begin. So far the position was nothing out of the ordinary but Roger still kept an open mind, waiting for something to develop.
June poised her body for another second or two and then pressed her thighs on either side of Roger's slender muscular chest. She was ready now and soon the lad could feel her body descending. He figured that the girl's cunt was wet enough to take him without lubrication.
Then the girl began to descend until her body was right on top of Roger's prick. The angle was a little off but she shifted her center of gravity and the Roger could feel his stiff cock entering her dripping pussy. So far he was enjoying himself even if the position was nothing special.
June descended all the way, until Roger's cock had disappeared into her foreshortened pussy. She began to grind on top of him and Roger realized that he did not have to do a thing. The girl liked taking the active position and he could relax and let her do most of the work.
They kept it up like that for a few seconds, until Roger's lap was covered in a bath of warm female come. It felt wonderful but now he was curious when the real fun would begin. He could think up better positions on his own and it struck him that June had been doing a lot of bragging.
However, a few seconds later the girl gripped the arms of the easy chair and lifted herself up slowly so that his prick slid completely out of her wet cunt. Roger sighed with relief, having found the pressure almost intolerable. He was about to say something but then checked himself, realizing that the girl was finally about the deliver on her promises of novelty.
"This is it, the real thing," June announced, showing some excitement for the first time since he had met her. "Keep yourself still and you can fuck me up the ass. Just don't move at all or you'll fuck thing up. I know what I'm doing and it can be really fantastic for both of us."
At that point, Roger was more than willing to let the girl have her way. Just looking at June's magnificent young body was enough to keep him stimulated. Fucking her up the ass was more than he could possibly have hoped and it was surely going to make him shoot his load in record time.
Roger held his breath as the woman descended on his cock once again. He could see that some of the fluid from her cunt had leaked into the nether orifice. That meant that it would be easy for him to work his big cock in once she got into the right position, which was just about to happen.
He closed his eyes as he felt his cock enter the woman's bunghole. In the position they had chosen it was easy to get into June from the rear. Her asshole was tight and slick but it was obvious that she had been fucking that way for a good long time. It did not seem to be hurting the girl at all, which was something that turned him on all the more.
Soon Roger found that his cock had disappeared completely into June's bunghole. The girl had been speaking the truth and he did not have to do a thing but sit there and let her bounce up and down on top of him. It was new and it was exciting and it was turning him on intensely.
Roger began to move with his latest mistress, figuring that it was about time for him to get in on the fun. June was bouncing up and down on his cock like a machine but it was obvious that she was just going through the motions, making a big deal of it without really being stimulated personally.
That was something that Roger simply could not tolerate. He worked his cock out of the' girl's asshole and the slammed it back inside her, raising his hips agilely and then holding himself off the seat. He had to support the weight of both their bodies but never complained for a second.
June had a shocked look on her face a few seconds later. She liked to show off for her lovers but now she was with a man as competent and agile as herself. Yes, there was no way she was going to dominate Roger. He had a few tricks in his own bag and was intent on turning her on.
Soon the two young lovers had managed to attain a common rhythm. June was still doing most of the work but now Roger was meeting her halfway, not letting her relax for a second. It was fun fucking the woman up her asshole but if he wanted her to come it seemed necessary to get his prick back into her pussy and fuck her harder and faster.
He held June by the back and slowly lifted her off his cock, noting that the woman was fighting him every step of the way. It seemed crazy for her to try to avoid orgasm but that was what she was trying to do. It was a contest of wills now, one which Roger had no intention of losing.
Roger lifted the woman bodily off his prick and then held her in position until he was sure his cock would travel back into her dripping cunt. She was struggling with him now, showing surprising strength but Roger was not willing to yield an inch, not until the woman had obliged with an orgasm.
"Cut it out," June then insisted. "We're supposed to be doing it my way. Come on, or I'll stop altogether."
"No chance, baby," Roger answered with a smile. "I want to get into that cunt of yours and nothing's going to stop me. I'm going to fuck your eyebrows off, big mama."
June continued to struggle but she was no match for the muscular young gigolo. She found herself sitting on his prick again, only this time it was inserted into her cunt, feeling like a bar of super-heated steel, getting to her in a way that she had no possibility of resisting for very long.
Roger smiled broadly and then kissed the girl full on her naturally red lips. She struggled against him once again but this time he knew that time was on his side. He was bouncing up and down on the seat, handling the girl like she was a toy. It was a great position June had thought up and now he was going to use it for his own purposes.
Pretty soon he could see that the girl was giving in to him, surrendering completely. Roger had heard about girls who tried not to come, used it as a source of power over their lovers. Well, June might try that shit on him but he was going to be damned if he would let her succeed.
He worked his prick into the girl's cunt until he could feel it palpitating strongly. She was just about ready to come and nothing was going to hinder her orgasm. As long as that was the case, Roger figured that he might as well have some fun with her, fuck June up the ass once again.
"What are you doing?" June asked desperately, losing her cool for the first time. "I'm so close. How can you stop now? You're trying to hurt me, you big bastard. Please do it again."
"I like that," Roger panted. "I like to hear you beg. But I'm sure a girl like you can come. Tell you what. We do it this way for a minute and then I'll fuck you again."
So saying, Roger pushed his prick back into the girl's asshole, noting that it was far tighter than before. She seemed not to like it too much, particularly when he started counting off the seconds. It was a sadistic thing to do but June had been asking for it with her own high and mighty attitude.
Roger soon removed his prick from the girl's dry asshole and replaced it in her warm pussy. Now she was coming, jumping up and down on his cock, threatening to break it down the middle. Roger was forced to hold the girl by his shoulders, suddenly beginning to fear for his own physical safety.
But then June started to come and he knew that everything would work out fine. He kept his prick rooted in the girl's pussy and then she started to scream so loudly that he was afraid they would attract unwanted attention. That would be all they needed at that late stage of the game.
Pretty soon the girl's orgasm was going hot and heavy. Roger smiled at her and kissed June full on the lips, knowing that it would add both to her defeat and her pleasure. He could not understand why the girl had fought against him but maybe that was the only way she could get her kicks.
His entire body seemed to be covered with come now and Roger felt that pretty soon he would add his own juices to the sticky puddle covering his muscular thighs. June had finally let her passion abate and now she was looking at him with glassy eyes, totally confused by what had happened.
However, his own passion was beginning to come to a head and Roger had no time to think about June. No, the girl was nothing more than a sex object for him now, a hole for him to fill with his throbbing cock. It was about time he turned the tables on the spoiled stuck up bitch.
He shoved his prick in again and again and then finally let it explode deep inside June's pussy. Afterwards, his cock got soft almost immediately and slid out of the juicy hole. Roger pushed the woman away roughly, wondering if it was worth hanging around her any longer.
"That was so beautiful," June told him. "I never thought I could enjoy it so much. Fuck me again, please fuck me again. I'll do anything for you."
"I don't know," Roger answered in a dull tone of voice. "I'm kind of tired. I mean, once is usually enough for me. Besides, you came. What else do you want?"
"Please do it again," June begged, her eyes swimming with tears. "I've never met anybody like you before. Do you want me to blow you. I'll do that. I'll do anything."
"Well, if it means so much to you," Roger said, "then go ahead and suck my cock for awhile."
He sat down on the bed and watched June as she sank humbly to her knees. Yes, he had conquered yet another woman and this one was going to be his slave from then on in. To think that he had feared her at first. Well, things were going to change now. His prick was already in her throat and he was not going to stop until he had filled her mouth with come. But she was going to beg for it first.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Later that night, Roger wandered into the smoking car, trying to find another card game. He smiled to himself as he thought about his recent sexual escapades with June Robertson. She had turned out to be just about the wildest girl he had ever met, a real enigma beneath it all.
Yes, the girl had put out for him, acted like a complete slave, which contrasted strangely with her original hauteur. Well, he was meeting all sorts of strange women on the train, Roger figured. He wasn't making a hell of a lot of money, but his sex life had never been better.
Roger sat down on an overstuffed chair in the smoking car, waiting to get into a game. This time the fat salesman was nowhere to be seen, which meant that he would have the pigeons all to himself. It was a golden opportunity for Roger to replenish his vanishing finances.
Used to husbanding his money, Roger wondered what had happened to the three hundred dollars he had won his first night on the train. He had been drinking rather heavily but the prices were not stiff. No, he had counted his money the day before. It was just impossible.
It was impossible all right, but there was a hell of a lot of money missing. He had had it all right there in his wallet before fucking that old hag, Samantha or whatever her name was. No, Roger thought with a smile, it was not conceivable that the fat woman could have picked his pocket.
But if she didn't somebody else must have and it could not very likely have been June. Well, there was no reason to cry over spilt milk. Somebody had taken him for a ride and maybe he would find out who had done it and maybe not. The important thing was to win some more bread.
A game finally started to develop and Roger figured that he had just about enough left to stay in for a few hands and hope for the best. They would be getting to California some time the next morning so it would be a good idea to get there with a little something in his pocket.
Roger sat down with three men and suggested a hand of poker. The game started a few minutes later and Roger vowed to himself that he was not going to play dirty unless somebody else started in first. In other words, the lad was going to cheat only in self defense.
The game grew to five players and soon there was a whole audience around them. Roger could recognize many of the faces, people who had been on the train for four days already. They were getting close to their destination and everybody seemed to be in a good mood. It was a nice way to end so long and tiring a journey.
Roger dealt the cards out for seven card stud, a game he had always had good luck at. It was strange that the salesman would not get in on the action on the last night of the trip. Maybe he was with Samantha again. The two of them must have made a hell of a sight in bed and Roger found himself giggling at the thought of all that naked fat.
However, there were more serious matters to concern the young man at that point in time. He had dealt two down cards and one up and things did not look especially good. However, he had to do something on this hand, lest he run out of dough and not be able to ante up for another.
Roger looked carefully around the table. He was showing a king but had only a six and a jack in the hole. Nobody else was showing much but one man seemed rather pleased with himself. Well, it was his bet and he had to show that things were not as bad as they seemed for him.
Roger bet two dollars and it stood around the table. The next card he dealt himself was a queen. However, the man to his left now had a pair of nines and seemed eager to jack up the stakes. Roger examined his finances and decided that he could afford to stay in for awhile.
His next card was an ace, which made Roger's heart leap with anticipation. From the way the other man was acting, he had something to back up his nines. Roger could only hope that it was another pair, rather than a full house or something else that would quash his potential straight.
Roger dealt out another card and gave himself a three, the last thing he could have wanted. However, there were only three of them left in the game and the other man was still holding nines. Well, the betting was getting heavy but it was too late for him to pull out.
The last card was dealt and Roger had to smile. A ten, the perfect card. Now he had a high straight, enough to beat three of a kind. The only thing that could top him would be a flush or a full house. It was a chance he would have to take since his resources had dwindled dangerously.
However, the man with the nines continued to jack up the betting, showing Roger that he must have suspected a bluff. Well, that was going to be his tough luck, unless he had something really good buried. Yeah, there was little doubt that this was going to be his hand.
The betting continued to sky rocket and that worried Roger. After all, he was showing four cards of a straight and the other man seemed to have enough dough to take things easy and bet only on a winner. Still, there was no choice but to keep calling his bets.
Now it was down to the three of them and Roger figured that the pot must have contained a good three or four hundred, bigger stakes than anybody had planned to play for. The bet went around once more and Roger noticed that he had less than fifty dollars. He called the bet and then it was time to lay down his cards and hope for the best.
The man with the nines declared first, showing of all things a queen high straight. Roger felt the sweat coalescing on his brow, the sweet smell of relief. The third man showed three kings and now it was Roger's turn to pipe up just before the other man congratulated himself.
"Sorry, gentlemen, I've got the big one," he said with a smile. "Some fucking hand isn't it? Well, it's your deal buddy, let's get on with it."
"I'll be damned," the man with the nines answered. "I thought I had everybody buffaloed and then you come along with that straight. I could have sworn you were bluffing."
Roger offered his condolences and then passed the deck. It would have been good to get out with his winnings but that just wasn't the sort of thing that you did, not if you wanted to stay healthy. No, he would have to stick around and hope that he kept winning for awhile.
However, luck started to turn against Roger almost immediately. He was in a position where he did not have to bet dangerously but on the other hand he seemed to be getting dealt next to nothing. By the time midnight had rolled around he had lost almost half of that big first pot.
Roger sat in on the game until two in the morning, hoping to recoup some of his lost loot. By the time the game broke up he was only one hundred fifty dollars in the black. It was better than nothing but it was not going to be enough to use to get something started in California.
Roger said goodnight to his fellow players, glad in a way that nobody had lost his shirt. This was a much better and more sportsmanlike group and everybody left in reasonably good spirits. Roger headed for his berth, ready to call it a night and get some well earned sleep.
However, when he got to his berth, June was waiting there for him, a funny expression on her sophisticated, beautiful face. She put her fingers over her lips when Roger saw her, motioning for him to keep quiet. Something was going on that seemed to be amusing her immensely.
"There are these two old people fucking in the berth next to yours," she whispered. "I came over to see where you were and I just couldn't help seeing them."
"I know who they are," Roger replied sotto voce. "I could tell you a few things about the woman. Listen, can I get to my stuff or do they have it blockaded?"
"Oh, don't disturb them," June answered. "I saw them when they first came in. You must be the only other person left in the car. They wanted to see if you were back yet."
"Were they looking through my stuff or what?" Roger asked, suddenly suspicious. "All right, tell me about it back in your room. I'm tired as shit."
"I'll take care of that," June smiled. "I was so mad at you before but now I might be willing to forgive you."
"Let's get out of here then," Roger answered. "Shit, I never believed I could be this tired. Must be getting old."
Roger followed June back to her private room, wondering what the hell Sam and Samantha had been doing poking through his belongings. Well, there wasn't much there to look at but he would check everything out in the morning nonetheless, ready to confront them with what June had told them.
However, now that he was alone with June, Roger felt that it was time for a little celebration. June was a weird chick all right, but she was showing that she had a good sense of humor as well. It was obvious that she was no longer pissed off at him, even though he had no idea why she had been so angry in the first place over something like sex.
He knew enough not to talk about it, though. June was a good looking girl and it had been a real pleasure to fuck her. It was best to let bygones be bygones and do it again. If she acted up again that didn't matter, since he would be getting rid of her in no more than a couple of hours.
June smiled at her lover and reached into her pocketbook, quickly producing some more marijuana cigarettes. Roger felt that he would have preferred a drink but then again they had had a good time smoking the stuff before. He might as well go through with it and hope for the best.
The joint was lit and passed to him a few seconds later and Roger took a deep drag, feeling his exhaustion starting to fade. June was looking better than ever and now he was getting stoned with her. It was bound to bring them close together and end any mutual antagonism.
Roger finished off the first joint and then leaned back as June lit a second. Now he was beginning to get stoned again. He could hear a vague buzzing in the air around him, a sound that had nothing to do with the noise of the moving train. Everything was getting very warm and pleasant and mellow.
Also, June was sitting right next to him now, pressing her beautiful body against his side. It was obvious that the girl really wanted him again, that he had done a good job of satisfying her the first time around. Well, there was no reason on earth not to repeat that performance.
Roger took the young blonde in his arms and then kissed June full on the lips. His big cock was beginning to swell under the thick fabric of his trousers, pressing against the fly in a way that was almost painful. Still, relief was in sight. Within a couple of minutes his cock would be unsheathed and firmly place into one of June's inviting orifices.
June got up and began to strip for him, once again doing one of her dynamic strip teases. Tired as he was, Roger was more than happy to sit there and watch for awhile. He took off his own clothing in rather desultory fashion, really in no hurry to get things going.
The girl was naked a few minutes later and Roger too was in a state of total undress. He took June in his arms and could feel the woman's hand reaching down to fondle his prick. Well, she seemed hot and ready to go and he was in pretty much the same mood himself.
Roger reclined on the bed, perfectly willing to let June take the active role for awhile. The grass had managed to revive his spirits but on the other hand, he still felt sleepy and somewhat numb. A good blowjob would do the trick, bring him back to a state of passionate life.
June took one look at the rapidly swelling cock in her right hand and knew exactly what to do. It was fun to run her fingers along the barrel of the big weapon, tease it and watch it turn dark and hard, but that was hardly enough to satisfy a full blooded horny woman like herself.
She bent her body forward and then quickly pressed her lips against the tip of Roger's prick, feeling the heat diffuse directly into her mouth. The thing looked like a shotgun at that point, loaded, cocked and ready to go off at a moment's notice under the right kind of stimulation.
June continued to kiss the big prick, feeling it rise to a state of full erection. This was the kind of thing she most relished, a hot blooded man who made no bones about his sexual desires. Yes, she had been damned lucky to meet a man like Roger on a train journey.
Now she had her lips fluttering on the tip of Roger's prick and began to use her right hand to work on his balls and the hairy base of his weapon. It was a form of stimulation that she knew would turn on any normal man. In Roger's case, it was bound to make the young man's blood boil, until he was ready to explode only a few minutes later.
Roger smiled down at the high class woman who was now working his prick deeper into her dripping mouth. There was no telling with women, he concluded, you just couldn't know what to expect at any given time. The day before he had been ready to write June off, sure that she would never want to see him again after their first bout of sex.
But now the girl was sucking his cock and having a ball doing it, really working out on the stiff shaft. She had her eyes closed but her excitement was evident. Yes, the girl wanted nothing more than to have her virile lover fill her mouth with come, which matched Roger's desires perfectly.
Roger lay back on the bed and let June drape her naked body across his. His prick was buried in her mouth now and the girl obviously intended to service the full eight inches of it, take it into the back of her throat even if that made it totally impossible for her to breathe.
He lay forward a little, watching June, wondering how many times she had performed that same motion. It was hard to imagine what went through a girl's mind at a time like that, but really, it wasn't very important as long as she was doing such a great number on his throbbing cock.
He wondered if it actually turned the girl on to have a cock in her mouth, to feel the blood coursing through the thick shaft, knowing that it would soon explode in her mouth and cause her to be swimming in hot come. Yes, maybe it was possible for that to turn her on.
In any case, it was rather difficult to empathize with the girl now that she was slowly lowering her head down onto his cock. The big thing was disappearing an inch at a time and it didn't seem to be causing the girl a moment of pain or the slightest amount of difficulty or discomfort.
No, June now had her lips pressed against his pubic hair and was keeping his prick from moving by digging her white teeth into its hirsute base. Roger was perfectly content to take things easy. He was going to come soon but in the meantime there was nothing wrong with letting the girl have her fun, giving June a chance to display her awesome talents.
June must have sensed it too, because she let the big cock slide part way out of her mouth and then began to flick her tongue back and forth across the thick head. That was the kind of stimulation that aroused Roger more than anything else and he knew his orgasm was just around the corner.
Roger let the girl take his prick out of her mouth and then she was flicking her tongue back and forth across the shiny shaft, like a hummingbird gathering nectar. It was great to watch her work like that but every time he did it, it would bring Roger closer to his climax.
June was absolutely incredible, he decided. She was tireless, aiming for the tip of his prick and hitting that target with unfailing accuracy. He could have watched her work forever but his body declined to cooperate. He was just about to give the girl a load of hot come to swallow.
Roger insisted on shoving his cock back into June's talented mouth, knowing that the end was almost in sight. Yes, it was great to be blown like that but no man could stand up to it for long. It would be a waste of time fighting June when she was concentrating on getting him to come.
Now, however, the girl was cooperating fully. June had his prick in her mouth and she was biting on the tip of it, almost numbing the sensitive organ. Roger had no objection to a little rough play but the girl was really worrying him now, acting like she was going to bite his prick right off.
Roger did not worry about it for long. The sap was rising and he was due to explode in a few seconds more. June seemed to know it too and she was now treating him a little more gently, handling his cock with tender loving care now that she knew her victory was so close.
She bobbed her head up and down gently, creating a motion that threatened to hypnotize Roger. He looked down at his prick and saw that it was redder than ever, the thick veins standing out prominently along the spit soaked surface. Yes, a few morel strokes and he would be ready to fill the girl's clinging mouth with a man-sized load of hot come.
He then shoved his prick in for the last time and let it explode deep inside June's mouth. The girl held it with both hands, refusing to let a drop of the precious fluids escape her hungry mouth. Roger had never seen a woman so eager to swallow his copious bath of come.
June allowed the come to shoot into her mouth, and then began to roll it back and forth over her tongue for a few minutes. Roger could see some of the scum leaking out of the corner of his mistress's mouth, rolling down her chin and forming a streak between her big heaving tits.
He lay back on the bed and relaxed for a few minutes, feeling that it wouldn't take much to get him aroused a second time. He still had something in the back of his mind, something about Sam looking through the stuff in his berth. Well, most likely it wouldn't come to anything, he figured.
"That was really something else," June told him. "You know, I was really pissed at you before. Want to know why?"
"Sure, lay it on me," Roger replied. "I never have figured you out and maybe I'll do better this time."
"Well, I guess you could say I have a pretty strange attitude towards sex," June began. "I'm not really a masochist but I'm afraid I have a lot of that in my character."
"But you don't seem like that at all," Roger protested. "I mean you came just like any other woman would."
"That's true," June conceded. "But the thing is that I didn't have my orgasm until you started to get mad and punish me. That was what really turned me on."
"Look, I'm not into that shit," Roger answered warily. "I've never beat up a woman and I'm not going to start now. Believe me, it's a lost cause, baby."
"But you don't have to do anything like that," June told her lover. "I'd like it if you just spanked me a little. That's all I really need to get myself moving. If you do that we can have a swell time together when we fuck."
"All right, anything you say," Roger answered. "I just want to get it over with. You tell me what to do and I'll do it. You can't ask for anymore than that, can you?"
June smiled with unconcealed delight and then told Roger exactly what to do. She got down onto her hands and knees and then draped her torso over the mattress. In that position she looked absolutely fantastic and Roger knew that it would be a pleasure to take a few slaps at her big ass.
June closed her eyes and then began twitching her buttocks in a way that Roger could not resist for long. All that undulating flesh was just calling out to be abused and now his own passion had been fired. Yes, he would do what she wanted and probably have a ball in the process.
Roger came behind June and then raised his hand high over his head, aware that the girl knew everything he was doing despite her closed eyes. He kept his hand up in the air for about twenty seconds and then brought it down as hard and silently as he could.
His hand made a loud cracking motion as it slammed into June's buttocks. When he removed it Roger could see his handprints on the girls tender, practically translucent flesh. Yes, he was leaving his mark all right, it was every bit as incriminating as fingerprints would have been.
Roger then raised his hand a second time, bringing it down onto the identical spot. He was beginning to get into it now and June seemed to be digging it even more. She was a strange girl but it was not his business to judge her. No, June seemed perfectly able to take care of herself in bed.
Roger began to vary his strokes, sometimes hitting the girl so gently that she begged him to punish her more severely. June was laughing like hell most of the time, hardly feeling the pain at all. He wasn't doing her any physical damage which gave the young man the courage to continue.
Roger felt his own genitals beginning to rise to the occasion. There was no point trying to deny that it turned him on to spank the girl. She was a mischievous creature and deserved it in any case. In a few more seconds he would be ready to fuck her and go on to bigger and better things.
Finally Roger had had enough. His prick stood straight out before him and June had her thighs parted wide enough so that he could fuck her cunt or asshole. It was hard to choose between the equally delightful apertures but Roger soon decided to fuck the girl in an ordinary sort of way, shove his cock into her cunt as hard and fast as he could.
He got down behind June and wasted no time working his stiff cock into the girl's already dripping vagina. He had not even touched that part of her body but the spanking had got June dripping wet and ready for anything. This time she was going to come in record time.
Roger worked his prick in to the hilt with no trouble at all. The girl was wetter and tighter than ever and she was already squealing with delight, begging him to fuck her harder. He had never seen a girl get turned on quite that fast, but then again he had never met a girl like June. She was giving him a strange education all right.
June began to move with her lover, grinding her ass into his muscular midsection and using her powerful vaginal sphincter to clamp down on his probing cock. That was fine with Roger, who was in no way ready to come himself. No, she had drained him dry with her mouth before.
However, it was fun just to keep sticking his cock into June's asshole, knowing that the girl was loving every minute of it. Her body was moving like a snake now, as if she didn't have a bone in her entire musculature. He had never been with a girl who could move that well.
June finally began to have her orgasm, screaming her passion aloud, reaching behind her body to grab onto Roger's balls so that he could not move an inch. Roger had no objection to that although it was somewhat distracting to have the girl's long fingernails digging into his meat.
However, June's orgasm was over a few seconds later. He left his prick buried inside her labia and then the girl went through her contractions loudly and with great passion. By the time she was finished Roger felt pretty well stimulated himself, almost ready to fire his own wad.
Roger continued to fuck the girl. It was late at night and he was tired as hell but there was no way he could resist her salient appeal. Unlike many other women, June did not slow down after her orgasm. Coming only seemed to stimulate her to ever greater sexual exertions.
By the time they were finished, Roger was too tired to go back to his own berth. Let the old people have their fun, he decided. He curled up next to June's naked body and felt her hand going for his prick again. It was impossible but the girl was still not fully satisfied, still wanting him to fuck her again.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Roger woke up in the morning and found that he was alone. He looked at the clock and saw that they were due to arrive in Los Angeles in no more than a few hours. Well, June had not left him a note but she was bound to come back soon. He could afford to sleep a little longer.
He had a dry feeling in his mouth and went for a drink of water before climbing back under the sheets. Yes, June had shown him a good time in bed but for some reason he was still thinking about Nan. He had told June about the other girl just before they had fallen asleep.
Rather than be jealous about the whole thing, June had told him that he had been a fool not to stick with the girl, get off the train with her at Phoenix. It was obvious that he was in love and he should not have let the idea of adultery stand in the way of his deepest desires.
Roger had agreed with that but wondered if he would ever act on the girl's sound advice. Yes, he loved Nan but the girl was simply too good for him. It was a thorny problem, one which could not be solved. It would be best to continue trying to forget the beautiful passionate woman.
Roger drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, not to wake up until there was a loud knock on the door. Without thinking, he yelled out for the party to come in, quickly pulling the covers over his naked body, surprised to see that his prick had gone hard while he was sleeping.
"That's him," he heard a familiar feminine voice saying. "That's the bastard who was going through my things. Why did I ever trust him? He took advantage of me."
"I saw it too," a man's voice added. "He seduced the woman and then he robbed her jewelry. I'll vouch for her. I'm sure he is some kind of escaped criminal."
By the time Roger realized what was happening to him it was far too late to do anything about it. There was a detective on either side of him and they were searching through his clothing, looking for some piece of jewelry or other that he was supposed to have lifted.
The jewelry did not turn up and then Sam made a suggestion to the police. The rest of Roger's belongings were most likely in his berth. They might as well go there to search and see if they couldn't catch him with the hot loot.
Roger was forced to dress and then was taken in handcuffs to his own car. Now that he was awake, it was evident what had happened. They were scheming against him, had found some way to pin a theft on him. He was in a hell of a fix no matter how he looked at the situation.
Roger followed his captors compliantly, knowing that there was no point in trying to escape or even explain his side of the situation. When they checked into his background they were going to find all sorts of things that would go against him in court. Yes, he was going up the river all right, before he ever got a chance to see California.
He stared at Sam and Samantha but they were still doing their act, pretending that they were furious at him for abusing the trust of an innocent woman. Well, let them play their game, Roger thought. He was going to get out of it sooner or later and then there would be hell to pay.
They walked into the berth and Roger could see the eyes of the other passengers boring into him, staring at his manacles. Well, that didn't bother him much one way or the other. It was just a shame that he was letting those two bastards get the better of him, a real pity.
The two policemen went through his baggage and then found the emerald broach in the inner pocket of his overcoat. Roger knew that he was being framed but there was no point trying to tell his side of the story. All he could do now was be cool and hope for the best.
The railroad detectives did not have the authority to arrest him but they would be in Los Angeles first and then they could turn him over to the authorities there. Yes, Sam had evidently figured it all out, timed it so that he would have no chance to talk his way out of trouble.
They had a big discussion about him and it was finally decided that he would be locked in the baggage car until the train arrived in Los Angeles. Then they would take him to the nearest policeman and everybody would go down to headquarters to tell his story and sign affidavits.
Roger was led off and wondered how the hell he was going to get out of it. Just as he was heading for the baggage car, he saw June walking his way. There was no reason to get the girl in trouble and he nodded at her, signaling for her to get away before she became implicated. There was nothing June could do for him at that point.
Roger was unceremoniously chained to a large trunk and realized that he was not going to get away too easily. He knew nothing about picking locks and the chain was too strong to be broken. He was going to have to cool his heels for a few hours and then try to face his fate like a man.
He sat and waited, wondering why he always managed to get in so much trouble. Well, he had brought this all on himself for if he had any sense at all he would be in Nan's loving arms that very moment, far away from this trouble. But he had been too stupid to stay with the woman.
Now he was headed for jail and that was a fate that he could not contemplate without fear and trembling; Roger could still remember his days in the reformatory and knew that jail would be even worse. It would ruin him once and for all, crush his young spirit completely.
There was a sound at the door and Roger was certain that it was one of his captors coming in to check on him. He heard somebody fiddling with the lock and then a familiar feminine voice was whispering to him, telling him to keep quiet, that she would soon be in to rescue him.
It was June and a few seconds later she was in the room with him, a bent hairpin in her hand. June was smiling but her face was pale as a sheet. She was elated and worried at the same time, excited by the idea of freeing the man she loved from his painful captivity.
"Don't talk loud," June told him, keeping her own voice unnaturally low. "It wasn't easy to get in here and we have to get you out fast, before somebody shows up."
"How the hell did you get in here?" Roger asked. "I mean that door was pretty fucking solid."
"Well, I made friends with one of the cops and he told me the whole story. The way I see it, they're trying to frame you. I know that broad and her jewelry is all fake anyway. It's probably some sort of insurance deal."
"But how do you know all this shit?" Roger asked, now totally confused. "I mean, you're not a con man like the rest of us. You're supposed to be a rich college girl."
"Don't be fooled by appearance," June smiled. "I was just taking you for a little ride. I've never been in college in my life, let alone been a professor. I just wanted to play games with you for a while."
Roger looked at his mistress with unconcealed admiration. She came over to him with the hairpin in her hand and immediately began to work on the locked handcuffs. It was hard going at first, especially since they had to keep silent. However, he now had complete confidence in the girl's abilities.
Two minutes later the lock snapped and Roger was able to pull his wrists apart. His hands were numb and without circulation but he rubbed them for a few minutes and then felt fine. He was out of trouble for the moment but of course he was still stuck on the train.
"All right, what the fuck am I going to do now?" he whispered. "I'm not really free you know. Do I jump off the train or what? You figure it out."
"I'm not sure yet," June answered. "But you might as well stay here until we make a decision. This is the only place that's safe for you at the moment."
The girl sat down next to Roger and soon both were lost in deep thought. Roger's impulse was to take his chances and jump but looking out the window told him that it would be rough going. The train was cruising fast and he stood an excellent chance of breaking his neck that way.
"It sounds crazy, but the only thing we can do is lock you in a trunk," June told him. "Mine is right here in the corner and they can't possibly search through everything. The only thing is making up some sort of cover story, some way to keep them from being suspicious right away."
"I've got it," Roger quickly added. "You tell them that you came into the room and I grabbed you and forced you to help me open the locked handcuffs. Then you can say that I robbed you or something and then jumped off the train. I can tie you up to make it look convincing."
"That sounds pretty good," June conceded. "I mean there's nothing they can do about it, can they? I'll tell them just that, but we better wait until the last minute."
"Yeah, you can create a lot of confusion that way," Roger answered. "Shit, I'd really like to get back at those bastards but I guess I better put that off for awhile."
Roger continued to rub his wrists and think about their plan. It involved a bit of danger for June but there was one way to get around that. Suppose lie went into somebody else's trunk. They would suspect June but this way she wouldn't have a thing to fear if they decided to search her luggage.
He told June his plan and the girl soon amplified it, saying that he could get his revenge at the same time. He could go into Samantha's trunk and not reveal himself until it was too late for her to do anything about it. Yes, that would be perfect poetic justice, she decided.
Roger giggled as they sought out Samantha's large trunk. It turned out to be locked but June took care of that quickly, using her hairpin again, taking only a few seconds to break through the lock. Things seemed to be going their way now although the future was still fraught with peril.
There was still an hour to kill but Roger knew just what he wanted to do with it. June had already offered the money to get to Phoenix. Once he got off the train he wouldn't have to worry too much. It would be hard for them to find him and even harder to make a case if they did.
Roger took June into his arms and kissed the woman full on her lips. For once June responded right off the bat. He still did not know where she was really at but there was just nobody else to trust. It seemed that he was small potatoes on that train, a minor league con man in the midst of a bunch of time-tested professional hucksters.
June smiled at her lover, glad that he was capable of fucking her in the midst of his troubles. Well, she was ready for it anytime of the day and this time had no intentions of forcing anything freaky on the confused young man. She felt very motherly towards Roger at that point.
The two of them spread out a few tarpaulins and then lay down and began to take off their clothing. They were naked in a matter of minutes and then Roger reached out and began to fondle his mistress' pussy. This time he was determined to eat her out before fucking her.
They were completely naked at that point and Roger finger-fucked the girl for a few minutes before letting his true intentions be know. Yes, he was going to get his tongue into that pussy no matter what she wanted. It was the only way he could think of rewarding the loving woman.
Roger bent his body forward and then forced his head between June's sleek white thighs. He had expected the girl to protest that kind of lovemaking but she was being a real angel about it, not saying a word and making no effort to stop him from achieving his sexual needs.
He worked his head in and then shot his tongue out of his wet mouth, flicking it across the girl's labia until he had discovered June's clitoris. The little pink organ immediately began to swell to twice its normal size, filling up with blood and turning a dark red in color.
June lay back, her legs spread as wide as they would go. The tarpaulin tickled her ass but that did not bother the woman for a moment. No, she wanted him to eat out her cunt now, see if it could turn her on. That had never happened before, but then again she had never had a man like Roger do it to her. Anything was possible with a virile stud like him.
Roger continued to work on the girl's clitoris for a few minutes, until he had gotten his fill. The little organ was standing out free and proud then, meeting his tongue and loving every one of his caresses. There was nothing wrong with June, not a thing in the world.
He let go of the woman's clitty and then began to work his tongue into her fragrant fuck hole. June closed her eyes and allowed Roger to take her on a trip. He wasn't hurting or abusing her at all but he was turning her on, bringing her ever closer to her impending orgasm.
Roger worked his head deeper into his mistress' pussy, wondering if things would really work out all right. Well, there wasn't much he could do about it and in any case he was in better shape than he had been in twenty minutes earlier, when he had still been manacled in the baggage room. Now he at least had a fair chance of escaping.
He slid his tongue into June's fragrant pussy and began to eat out every available inch of the girl's sweet smelling tissues. She was moaning with lust and he knew that she would come quickly. As long as that was the case, he was willing to bring out the heavy artillery.
Roger reached around, rolling June over onto her side. That way he could wrap his arms around her perky buttocks and force his right index finger into the girl's asshole. He had corn-holed her and knew that June liked nothing better than a little spot of anal stimulation.
June began to moan loudly and passionately and Roger knew that she would be over the verge in just a few more seconds. He was horny as hell himself and it would have been fun to fuck the woman then and there but what the hell, they still could do that a little later.
Then June started to come, moving faster and faster and trying desperately to control the sound of her growing passion. They had to be quiet but it was hard now that she was coming, contracting her tight pussy around the tongue that had driven her to distraction.
Roger kept his tongue rooted in June's dripping cunt until the woman's orgasm had run its course. It was gratifying to know that he could make her come like a normal woman and he knew he was going to miss her. Still, it didn't matter. He could always see her again someday, assuming that things did not work well with Nan, the woman he really loved.
His prick was hard as a bar of steel and Roger knew just what to do with it. He turned June over onto her stomach and then raised the girl so that she was on all fours, the very position he had used when he had spanked her so hard the previous night, which seemed ages in the past.
This time, however, he worked his prick into the girl's asshole, an inch at a time, going as gently as he possibly could. He did not want to hurt June, wanted to show her that sex could be good when it was loving and affectionate. It was the very least he could do for the good woman.
His prick slid in easily and once again Roger felt the great pleasure of being in June's clinging welcoming asshole. Yes, the girl wanted it bad after her orgasm and he was almost equally desirous. That time it was easy for him to forget all the trouble he was in.
Roger rooted his prick inside June's asshole and began to rotate it slowly, knowing that he was doing a good job of turning the girl on. He did not know if she would come this time around but that didn't matter, as long as they make love in a tender fashion.
Then Roger pulled his prick out of the girl's asshole. He had fucked both orifices before and there was no reason not to repeat that pleasant procedure. June was down for anything and she was enough of a woman to enjoy what he was doing. Yes, she was really dynamite in bed, the best woman he had ever fucked other than Nan.
His prick made a loud empty sound as it slid out of the girl's asshole. June maintained her position, knowing exactly what was going to happen to her next. It was a pleasure to be fucked by a man like Roger and in a way she was envious of the woman who had his true love.
But she and Roger were ships that had passed in the night. June knew that she had business to take care of in Los Angeles, things that she had to do on her own. Roger was a good man but he would only get in her way. It was best to keep business strictly separate from love and affection.
Her whole life had been like that, a flight from domesticity and stability. She loved Roger and could imagine settling down with the man but that would have changed her entire life style, something she was too old to do. Still, she could enjoy him while they were still together.
Yes, that was the thing, she decided, to have fun when you could and then go back to your normal way of life. Roger would work something out with Nan, find a way to get the woman to leave her husband. She could only be in the way, could only stand between him and the object of his desire.
Roger worked his prick into the girl's cunt, seeing that it was as wet and inviting as ever. This was the kind of thing he liked best. Anal sex was all well and good but it could never be more than a deviation from the real thing. He knew that Nan felt the same way he did about the whole thing.
Now his prick was gliding effortlessly into the woman's dripping pussy and Roger found himself greatly stimulated. Still, he was worrying about his escape and that made it hard to put things together sexually. He would just have to be patient and abandon himself to his bodily desires, something that would be sure to bear fruit in the long run.
June began to wiggle her ass in a way she knew would turn on her worried lover. She was getting hot as a firecracker herself but it would be working for her to think of her own needs. Roger needed a good orgasm to slow himself down and calm his nerves and that was just what he was going to get.
She reached around and started to play with Roger's balls, knowing that was a sure way to get the man moving in bed. The soft globes fit perfectly into her hands and that gave her the courage to continue. Yes, for the first time in her life she felt like a normal woman.
June had no idea why she had such masochistic tendencies but it hardly seemed to matter any longer. Roger was turning her on without hurting her at all and that was something to be prized and treasured. He was rewarding her far better than the innocent youth would ever know.
Roger continued to fuck June's cunt and then decided to take a few more whacks at her asshole. The little orifice had been pressed up against his midsection for a number of minutes and now he wanted to get into it again, something he was sure would please June immensely.
For her part, June was willing to be fucked in any way of her lover's choice. She spread her legs a little wider and then arched her back, wanting to ease his entry. Anal sex had always turned her on but it was even better when a man like Roger was doing the buggering.
Roger held his prick against June's wet pink asshole and then began to rotate it around the rim of the opening. He worked it in one inch at a time but didn't stop until he had penetrated the girl completely, knowing that in a few minutes he would be ready to fill the little aperture with a man-sized load of hot come.
He held the girl's buttocks and then reached around to fondle June's tits with his free hand. As usual, her nipples popped up as soon as he touched them, growing hard and red and puckered in his strong hands. June was an incredibly responsive woman he decided, a strange girl but a fantastic performer with her cunt and asshole.
He was almost ready to come but it seemed a shame to end things so soon. June was creaming in his hands and he soon worked his fingers down to her cunt, hoping that the girl would be able to come with him this time.
Roger continued to finger the girl's pussy, feeling the labia starting to contract around his probing fingers. Yes, she was going to come with him this time, the first simultaneous orgasm they had managed to achieve. It was really something one of the best things he had ever experienced.
June let out a small cry of passion, doing her best to disguise the ecstasy that was starting to overwhelm her. It was a new experience for her to be that close to her lover, but no man she had met in years had been able to turn her on the way Roger could.
"Come on, darling," she pleaded. "We don't have too much time left. Fuck me a little harder. It feels so good when you really sock it to me."
"Be quiet," Roger warned her. "All we need is for someone to hear us. Come on, just go with it and let it happen to you. I know we're really going to do it this time."
So saying, he worked his fingers deeper into the girl's cunt and continued to plow her asshole with his powerful cock. June started to come and Roger worked faster, seeing that he was a few moments behind her. They had come too far together to fuck things up at the very last moment.
Roger shoved his prick in one more time and then let it explode deep inside June's clinging asshole. She groaned with ecstasy and then let her juices fly, soaking his fingers and covering most of his midsection with her warm salty flow. It was a precious moment for both young lovers.
The two lovers remained locked together for a few more moments, unwilling to disengage their tired limbs. Roger felt that he could hardly breath any longer. The worst was yet to come but now he felt the courage to continue. With June on his side nothing was likely to go wrong.
He kissed the girl and then told her that they better get down to business. It was the time of crisis and they had to make sure not to fuck up when it really counted. June seemed to agree but Roger could tell that she would not have been averse to yet another bout of sex.
"All right, you might as well get into the trunk now," June conceded. "But first let me give you my address. You might need me again someday."
"I don't doubt it," Roger answered sincerely. "You saved my ass once and I wish I could repay you."
"Don't sweat over it," June insisted. "Just give that girl a good fucking and think of me sometimes. Now hurry up and get into there. We're almost in Los Angeles."
"Okay, here I go," Roger answered, climbing into the open trunk. "I hope I'll be seeing you again."
June closed the trunk of her lover and then asked if he could breathe. Roger answered in the affirmative and then June whispered a few words to him, saying how much she loved the man. It hurt Roger to think that he was deserting her but June would not have it any other way. It was unlikely that he would ever see the beautiful woman again.
Roger relaxed in the trunk for a few minutes, until he heard the train grinding to a halt. By that time June would have told her story to the police and they would be searching the train for him. Fortunately, nobody was likely to be smart enough to look in Samantha's trunk.
Then minutes later, Roger felt himself being unloaded. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to him and it was hard not to laugh when he heard the porters complaining about the weight they were hauling. It looked like he was finally making the big break to safety and revenge.
CHAPTER NINE
It was hard for Roger to keep from laughing as he felt himself being loaded into the back seat of a large taxi. Yes, he was going to be delivered right to Samantha's hotel room or wherever she was going and then the woman would get the surprise of her evil, mother-fucking life.
In fact, he got into such a good mood, that Roger felt his anger evaporating a little at a time. What the hell, he was out of danger and there was nothing they could do to him now. That story about the stolen jewelry would never have stood up in court even if he hadn't escaped.
It was hot and uncomfortable in the trunk but Roger kept his spirits up. The taxi stopped and he felt himself being wheeled on a dolly into a hotel room. He then heard the bellhop leaving without a tip and figured it was just about time for him to make his grand appearance.
Roger jumped out of the trunk and saw that Samantha was at the telephone, talking with her back to him, asking his good friend Sam to come into the room. Walking noiselessly, Roger shook out his cramped limbs and hid behind the door to the bathroom, finding it almost impossible not to laugh.
Sam walked into the room and Roger could hold his surprise back no longer. He walked into the middle of the room and stood behind their backs, coughing ever so quietly, waiting patiently to be noticed. Suddenly Sam turned around, a wary look on his lined oily overweight face.
"Surprise, kids," Roger announced with what he would later describe as his best shit-eating grin. "I liked you folks so much that I just couldn't stand to leave you."
"You little bastard," Sam yelled. "I'll make you sorry for this. You should have stayed away when you escaped. I'm afraid it's all over for you, my friend."
So saying, the fat man took a run at Roger, lowering his head like a bull and charging straight forward. Roger tried to avoid the charge but was only half-successful, catching most of the blow on his shoulders. Nonetheless, his momentum carried him all the way to the far wall of the room.
He picked himself up with feline quickness and then prepared to do battle with his enemy. Sam was back on his feet and this time his big fists were clenched. Fat and out of condition as he was, Sam was not a man to be underestimated. Roger knew that it would not be easy to stop him.
But Roger had been in situations like that before. He clenched his own fists and stood ready, his legs spread wide, his elbows high. Sam came charging at him again only to run full force into a stiff left jab, followed by another and then a quick straight right to the jaw.
Sam recovered quickly and managed to dig his right fist into Roger's stomach. It was a stomach-turning blow but the young man danced out of the way, flicking his left and trying to regain his breath. He could see that
Samantha was about to join in the fray and figured he better get things over with before he got into real trouble.
He ran directly at Sam and hit him again and again, dividing his blows evenly between head and midsection. The fat man stood up to the first few punches but then his breath began to come short as a thin stream of blood trickled out of the corner of his thick sensual lips.
Roger continued to press his advantage, staying away from Samantha. Finally he managed to floor the man and then grabbed Samantha by the elbow, throwing her heavy bulk onto the bed. He had won the fight and now his two adversaries were completely at the young man's mercy.
"I ought to beat the shit out of the two of you," he began, speaking breathlessly after the fracas. "But I have a feeling to leave you alone and let you tear each other to pieces. Check out your girlfriend's jewelry, Sam, I have a sneaking suspicion she's taking you for a ride."
So saying, he straightened his clothing and walked out of the hotel room a free man. It had been an incredible sequence of events but now he was on his own, with just enough money in his pockets to catch a bus to Phoenix. He could only hope that Nan would not be too difficult to locate.
Roger walked out of the hotel, having no idea which way he was headed. He discovered after asking a few questions that he was right near the highway heading east for Arizona. As long as that was the case, there was no reason to wait for a bus. Hitchhiking would be far easier and perhaps that way the journey would be more pleasant and interesting.
Ten minutes later, Roger was standing on the highway, waiting for his first ride. He figured that it would take him all day and most of the night to get as far as Phoenix but that was all right. After all, two days earlier he had thought he would never see Nan again.
Rides were few and far between at first but it was a warm spring afternoon and Roger refused to be put in a bad mood by his luck. No, he was a free young man with a few dollars in his pocket and he was going to see the woman he loved. Things could not possibly be better for him.
Eventually Roger got a ride with a truck driver who took him across Death Valley and then to the state line. It was the first time in his life that Roger had seen deserts and canyons and he felt that he liked that part of the country and that it would be a nice place to settle down in.
It was late afternoon now but the rides were coming along far better than he had expected.
He was getting short hauls with private cars and everybody seemed to want to go out of his way to buy him dinner or give him a job or do the young man some kind of personal favor.
And then Roger found himself halfway across New Mexico, still traveling on Route 66. It was getting hot and he had no water with him but that didn't bother the young man for a minute. No, he felt strong and young and vibrant, ready to stand up to the rigors of the inhuman desert.
Eventually a car stopped for Roger, one with an Arizona license plate. It was getting dark and he figured that his luck was good. It was hard to hitchhike at night but maybe this woman would take him most of the way to Phoenix. In any case, he was bound to get there sometime the following day.
"Come in and take a seat," the woman told him. "I can see that you're not from around here. Two more hours in the sun and you'd look like a gila monster."
"Yeah, it's hot all right," Roger concurred. "But I don't care. I've never seen this part of the world before and it looks pretty beautiful to me."
Roger took a good look at the woman and was surprised that she had stopped to pick him up. The woman introduced herself as Juanita
Barnes and said that she ran a nightclub in Tucson, a small city about a hundred miles south of Phoenix, the very place where Nan was supposed to be staying.
On further questioning, she admitted that the club was really a gambling place. That made Roger laugh and the woman began to question him suspiciously. Roger felt that he was with somebody he could trust and was soon dying to give Juanita the details of his recent complex adventures.
Roger took another good look at Juanita and decided that she was as attractive as she was intelligent and perceptive. Juanita was dark and swarthy and strong-looking, maybe thirty or thirty-five years old. She had a big serviceable body and the darkest pair of eyes he had ever seen, the kind of woman who could make love to a man or stick a knife into his back.
He began to tell Juanita his adventures and soon the good-natured woman was laughing like hell, telling Roger that he was the most incredible pisser she had ever had the pleasure to meet. She concluded by saying that she could use a man like Roger to be a croupier in her establishment.
That gave Roger something to think about. He was tired of petty crime and dime ante hustling and this seemed to be the only thing he was suited for. A job in Juanita's place was bound to be at least semi-legitimate, which was far better than anything else he could see for himself.
It was pitch black now but Juanita kept careening the car across the desert highway, going fast and not seeming to look at the road for minutes at a time. There wasn't much traffic out but Roger was still unnerved. Unfortunately, he was in no position to look a gift horse in the mouth.
"I'm really sleepy," he hinted. "Were you planning to stop for the night or drive straight through?"
"I was going through," Juanita interrupted with a big smile on her tanned face. "But I might consider passing a few hours in a motel with the right man."
Roger grinned to himself, thinking that this big half breed woman certainly knew what she was talking about. Yes, she had read him immediately but that was all right since she was obviously in the same frame of mind. Well, they might have one hell of a good time together that night.
Junaita pulled the car off the highway and soon they were pulling into the parking lot of a small quiet motel. Roger found that he was far more tired than he had anticipated. It was as if he was suddenly paying the price of a full restless week of unrelenting excitement and activity.
Roger helped Juanita with her luggage and then threw his useless overcoat over his arm. They checked into the place quickly, disturbing the desk clerk for only a moment. Two minutes later they were in the room and Roger felt that he had to sit down and take things easy for a while.
"Here have a drink," Juanita told him. "I don't know how you can still be awake after all this. Here, this is tequila. You'll have to get used to it around these parts."
"I could drink anything now," Roger answered readily. As long as it has plenty of alcohol."
He took the bottle from Juanita and then took a healthy swallow, regretting his haste almost immediately. The tequila burned a hole through his body and then burnt its way up again. His eyes started to tear and then his stomach began doing acrobatics. The drink had woke him all right but now he was feeling weaker and more wobbly then ever.
A few more belts set things right for the young man and then he looked at Juanita, wondering if the older woman was interested in him sexually. She was good-looking and well-built but there was something masculine about her, Roger wondered if it would be out of line to try to seduce her, whether the woman would take it in the right spirit.
Juanita, however, was reading the young man all the way. She had been driving for a good twelve hours and wanted nothing more than a quick roll in the hay before falling asleep. She gave Roger a gap-toothed grin and then began to undress before the young man, not saying a word to him.
Roger began to take off his own clothing, keeping his eyes riveted to Juanita's body. The woman was even better looking in the nude, tall and strong and heavy breasted. Yes, she would be quite a change from the sort of woman he was used to, another chapter in his sexual education.
They lay down on the bed together and Roger wasted no time making his first move. Despite the tequila he had imbibed, the young man was feeling strong and virile. Juanita had turned him on and she would give him a good workout before he was ready to look up the woman he loved.
He took Juanita in his arms and began to caress the woman's body, thrilled with her powerful musculature. Yes, Juanita was dark and sultry and altogether desirable. There was no worry in his mind. He knew that he would be virile with her, stand up to any of her demands.
He ran his hands down the woman's body and then up again to her swelling breasts. Juanita refused to be completely passive, reaching down for Roger's prick, perfectly delighted with what she found. It had been a long time since she had had a lover as well hung as the young gambler.
Roger felt his prick swelling up almost immediately. Juanita was far from gentle with him but that was all for the best, considering how bushed he was. Yes, he was getting hard and stiff already and soon he would be able to show the woman his virile sexual prowess.
