I decided when I was sixteen that the little grubby town in Pennsylvania I lived in was no place for a big-titted, big-assed, beautiful blonde like myself. I deserved more out of life. Deserved to have the kind of fun that I wanted, demanded and needed.
There's no settling down for a girl like myself. You just sort of roam around from town to town, state to state, and find out what it is that makes you tick. Find out what it is that makes the men who want you turn on so much. Of course, when you look the way I do, it's kind of hard for a man not to be turned on. But still and all, there's a certain something when I'm with a guy, when he's deep inside of my pussy, humping away, that seems almost unreal. Seems like we're in another world together. Perhaps it's just because I dig fucking so much. Dig feeling a big cunt-humper filling me, plugging me full. But at any rate, that's the way it is.
By the time I was twenty-two, I'd already been married twice and had more affairs than a girl usually has in a lifetime. I'd had so many fucks that I'd lost track many years before of the actual count. But, at any rate, here I was off on another wild goose chase.
I'd just boarded the train that was going to take me down to New Orleans and I wasn't looking forward to the forty-odd hours it would take to get there; Amfec or no, trains in this country are only good for cattle or fucking. But I was sure I could find someone to make the time more interesting. Even if I slept for nine hours a day, that still left me about twenty hours of fucking time. And if I was fast enough, maybe I could have twenty different pricks; twenty different studs, before I got off the train. But right now I was concerned about getting myself settled in somewhere so that I could start my prowl. Start in right away to find my first humper.
It all happened so fast that I didn't have to bother looking at all. Before I knew it, some young-assed conductor walked up to me and asked me for my tickets. After I'd shown them to him, he sort of smiled as his eyes took in the full roundness, the luscious curves of my body. And I knew that I'd found my first fuck of the trip.
He wasn't bad at all. He was sort of tall with a nice build and sandy hair, with blue eyes that sort of turned me on. And I felt my tits rising, stiffening beneath the confines of my bra.
"Going all the way down to New Orleans by yourself?"
"No, I'm traveling with an invisible companion," I said jokingly.
"How'd you like some company."
"Don't you have to work."
"Yes, but not the whole way."
"How much time do you get off on the way down?"
"Enough time to be with you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What would we do."
"Anything your little heart desires."
"You're leaving yourself wide open, mister."
"I hope you are too."
"I'm always wide open for the right people."
"Am I the right person."
"I don't know yet."
"When will you know?"
"In about two seconds," I said daringly, reaching out and letting my hand run along his crotch.
"You don't waste any time," he said almost shocked.
"Time's too precious."
"That's true."
"Besides, why should I waste time? I know what you want and if I want the same thing, why pussyfoot around?"
"That's for damn sure. It's just that I've never really met a woman so brazen before."
"It's not brazen at all. It's just-shall we say-an understanding."
"Yeah, I guess that's a good word for it."
"When are you available?"
"Soon as the train starts moving."
"When will that be?"
"Should be in a couple of minutes."
"Where?"
"In my compartment."
"You got a compartment with this job, huh?"
"Yes. Four of us share it."
"Where are the other three going to be?"
"Out doing their jobs."
"While you're doing yours."
"Something like that."
"I can hardly wait."
"Neither can I, baby. Hold tight until I get back."
"Sure will."
"See you soon," he said, tipping his hat and moving away.
He was gone and I felt a tingling in my pussy. I couldn't wait to get that stud in bed. Couldn't wait to tame him and get rid of some of that cockiness, that self-assured aloofness of his.
I never had to worry about going to bed with a man. I always knew no matter what he dug, no matter what he wanted, I could please him. I could turn on a guy where ten other guys might not be able to. Jane Dumb could turn on any man. And right now, my poor little pussy was itching, screaming out to be fucked and I had to pat it a few times to let it know that soon it was going to have a big dick to fill it, to keep it company.
Now that I'd found Number One, I had to line up Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine and Ten at least. And then if I had some more time when I'd finished with them I'd move on to the others.
My brain was like a little notebook as I watched the passengers get on the train. I noted who they were with, where they were sitting and what their availability was, My requirements weren't too strong, too stiff. Just as long as the prick was. That's all that concerned me.
Number Two walked onto the train and I was all set to get up off my seat and sway my big ass down the aisle and get acquainted when my conductor friend returned.
"Ready baby?"
"The train's not moving yet."
"It will be in a minute or so."
"Sure thing, stud," I answered. "Follow me."
"Okay."
"I've got to confess I've never had such quick action on a train before."
"But I'm sure you've had a lot of action."
"Enough."
"Were they good?"
"Some of them."
"I bet none of them were as good as I am."
"That remains to be seen."
"You'll see, baby. You'll see plenty," I answered him, following in his footsteps.
He stopped in a corridor and opened a door.
"Here it is, home sweet home."
"Not very much, is it?"
"Suits our purpose, doesn't it?"
"Guess you're right."
The minute we were inside the compartment he took off his jacket and turned to me, taking me in his arms and kissing me fully on the mouth. Hard, demanding lips covered mine as his tongue wound its way between my lips and explored my teeth and the inside of my mouth.
I felt the firm maleness pressing into my body and my tits jumped to attention and my box started screaming out, wiggling, grinding against the hard meat.
He broke away and smiled. "You're a little tiger. Has it been that long since you've had it?"
"About an hour before I got on the train," I answered.
"You must really dig it."
"If I didn't I wouldn't be here now, would I."
"No, I guess not."
"How about a little less horseshit and a little more horse power, baby," I said, egging him on as I let my hand slide down his chest and grab his cock, taking inventory.
He turned to the door and locked it, putting on a chain lock that I supposed was installed for such purposes. Then he turned toward me. "I can't very well fuck you with your clothes on, can I?"
"Not unless you're some sort of magician."
"Why don't you make yourself more comfortable?"
"I don't mind if I do," I answered, stripping out of my clothing before he could say cunt-humper.
He was just stepping out of his trousers by the time I'd reached behind me to undo the clasp on my bra. But no one could beat me in a race when it came to stripping for a hump. I'd had so much experience that I had it down to a science. I could get out of my clothing, get laid, come and be dressed in ten minutes, if the situation called for it.
But this time, I didn't think it was that kind of a situation. I was looking forward to a long, lavish hump with this stud. And judging from the bulge that clearly showing through his shorts, that's exactly what I was going to get. A nice, long, thick, lavish hump.
"That's some tool you have there, baby," I said, moving closer to him.
"Not as nice as these knockers," he said, taking my big tits into his hands and squeezing them gently.
"If you like what you see, kiss it," I said jokingly.
"That's not such a bad idea," he said, lowering his head down onto my already hardening nipples.
"That sure feels good," I said backing up and leaning against the wall.
"Tastes good, too."
"I could just lay around and get my tits sucked all day long."
"That's good, 'cause I love to eat tits, baby. It really turns me on."
"So I see," I answered, letting my hand roam down over the material of his underwear.
"But I have bigger and better things in mind for us."
"Well, I hope so," I answered him. "If all I wanted was my big melons sucked, I could do it myself. I don't need a hot stud like you to do it for me."
"Get out of the rest of your things and get over there on the bed," he demanded.
"Is that an order," I asked. "If you want this, it is," he said, pointing to his cock.
"Lordy me," I said, "no one could resist a piece of meat like that."
Quickly I stepped out of the rest of my clothing. My lace panties and my stockings fell to the floor and I was nude. Completely, totally naked and exposed to this guy's big eyes.
"That's some body you have there, baby, I bet you're some hell of a hump."
"When you do it as often as I do, you become pretty experienced and you know what to do and when to do it."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"Well, get the rest of your clothing off and let's get with it. Let's get started. My poor little pussy's just begging to be screwed.
"And so it will be, baby. It'll be screwed like you've never been had before."
"I doubt that very much, but you can try."
"Nothing like a little flattery to turn a guy on," he answered sarcastically.
"Well, I always tell the truth. Sometimes people don't like it, but that's their problem. I find life a lot easier that way. Never getting tied up in any situation that I can't get out of. If you're always truthful with somebody, then they always know what to expect."
"I guess if you look at it that way, it's okay."
"Besides you wouldn't want me to tell you that that's the biggest prick I've ever had when it's not. As far as the screw goes, we haven't started, so how can I know what you're like in bed."
"I get pretty hot and horny when I'm sleeping with someone like you."
"If you get half as hot and horny as I do, it's going to be one hell of a fuck session."
Suddenly he closed the gap between us and took me into his arms. The action was enough to tell me he didn't want to talk anymore, didn't want to continue the conversation. He had other things in mind. And that was just fine with me. I wasn't much of a talker myself when there was a naked man close by. Close enough to reach out and touch: especially when he had a big swinging dick bobbing up and down between his legs. And so I gave myself over to him willingly, happily and hoped for the best.
Once again his tongue was pushing past my lips as his hand found its way down my back and onto my buttocks.
His fingers dug in brutally, pulling me into his grinding prick as it pressed into my belly. I felt the urgency there, the need generating through his body.
I hoped that he'd be able to control it, be able to hold back. I didn't want a one-two-three, bang and it's over. I don't particularly care for that kind of a screw. Don't particularly care for the guy to dip his prick in, give three strokes and shoot his load. That's not my kind of a scene. I like to go on for a long time unless it's absolutely necessary to get it over with quickly ... immediately.
I once gave it to a guy in a Men's Room in a gas station while his wife was waiting in the car. If the situation is like that, then I can see a fast and furious hump. But when you seem to have as much time as the two of us did, I enjoy having a long leisurely session.
Suddenly his body began moving and pushing me backward across the room until I felt the mattress pressing against the back of my legs and for a moment he broke the embrace and eased me down onto the lumpy bed.
Without wasting any time, he quickly came to join me, chucking off the rest of his clothing as he climbed onto the bed.
And now the two of us were lying naked ... eager ... ready and willing to tear at each other's body.
For a long moment he just stared at me, letting his glance flow from my natural blonde hair down over my big tits, across my firm small belly, onto my flaring hips and then down over the ivory-white columns of my legs.
He sure did appreciate what he saw. And I could tell by his reaction ... by the look in his eyes ... by the stiffness of his prick, that he was looking forward to his session with great fervor. And so was I.
His hips were undulating on the bed, pushing that big, stiff prick of his into my leg, letting me feel the stiffness, the hardness of his masculinity.
Suddenly he changed his position and came to kneel between my spread legs. His fingers worked rhythmically up along my flesh until he again had a nipple in each hand. He was squeezing them ... teasing them.
My own hips were undulating now up off the mattress and I was trying to tell the stud to get on with it. Trying to tell him that I wanted it now. But still he took his time about it.
Then he was bending forward and I thought perhaps he was positioning himself ... getting ready to plug me ... to spread those cunt-lips wide and give me that cock of his. But instead his tongue came to rest on my hot, swollen nipple and he began licking and sucking at my tender flesh.
His fingers slid down, tracing a line over my flat belly until he grabbed hold of my thighs and began massaging them slowly, firmly.
He worked his fingers upward until they came to rest in the thick brush that covered and protected that part of me. Then I felt his fingers moving along my moist cunt-lips and slowly he began to separate them, to push forward and let his finger slide right into my hot, straining hole.
His fingers moved slowly inward setting my nerves on edge, setting that part of me on fire with desire. My whole body tingled and screamed for release.
"Give me more, baby," I screamed out. "Give me more of that fingering. Let it turn me on. Get me ready for that cock of yours," I begged. I was really hot and involved with my screwing now.
"Don't worry baby, you're going to have more than two fingers. You're gonna have this big, swinging dick right up that hole," he said, grasping his large prick with his other hand.
"I want it now, baby."
"Soon. I'll give it to you soon. I want to look at you first. Feel you. Touch you. Lick you." I was really hot. I was so horny that I wanted to spread my legs and let him take me right then and there. This business of frigging me with those fingers of his wasn't such a good idea. I could do that myself too. I didn't need a man for that. And if he didn't let me have it soon, didn't spread those legs wide and mount me, I would probably rape him.
It was perfect timing because in a second, he inserted another finger and began his pace, moving in and out of my hole. I arched my back upward to give him better access to my sweet little honey-pot.
As I felt his slippery fingers sliding over my clitoris, I ground my pussy up even further, impaling myself deeper onto them until I felt him up tight in my hole.
His large prick was bobbing up and down, throbbing, pulsating, needing relief as much as my little box. And I knew that soon he would have to give in. Soon he would have to mount me and screw the life out of me. Soon he would give me that big, beautiful prick that I wanted so badly. It was merely a matter of minutes before I could claim the prize and feel the whole length of his rod slipping into me and working on the sensitive flesh inside my cunt-hole.
There was no doubt in my mind that I wanted that cunt-humper to possess me. To really give me a good fucking. I wanted it more than I ever wanted anything. But truthfully, I have to admit that that's the way I always feel while I'm waiting for someone to screw me. So I guess it isn't really valid at all. But still, that's the way it felt. That's the way it was with me and perhaps that's why I enjoy screwing so much.
My stud-conductor friend was moving now, changing his position and again I thought maybe this was it. I thought that he was about to plug me, give me that beautiful cock right up my slit. Fuck me till I screamed for mercy ... but he didn't. Instead his body slithered up along my own flesh until he was sitting on my tits, pressing them flat against his buttocks with his big wand waving, bobbing, throbbing right in my face. I knew what he wanted. No one had to draw me a diagram. I'd been with enough men to know that he wanted me to suck him off for a while ... to get my hot tongue wrapped around that prick and eat him.
I lifted my head off the mattress and began licking, flicking my tongue out at the sensitive tip, making him ooh and ah on top of me. Suddenly his hands grabbed my skull firmly and lifted me until his large dong could slide into my mouth easily.
I opened my mouth and let the first couple of inches slip in. He shuddered and shook on top of me and I knew that he was enjoying this.
His enjoyment seemed to be contagious ... seemed to spread to my own body through our contact. And in a moment I was groaning out and sucking wildly, letting my mouth slip on as far as I could and still breathe.
Back and forth, up and down I worked my head, sliding my tongue over the entire length of his long, hot prick. I reached up and grabbed hold of his balls, massaging them, wanting to give him even more pleasure ... to allow him the maximum.
His hips were working in time with my own mouth now. He'd gotten off my chest and was kneeling with his knees on either side of my body. His hands were resting on the wall behind my head and he was pumping wildly, furiously into my mouth.
Suddenly it occurred to me that he might decide to shoot his load this way. And then where the hell would I be with my twat aching to be screwed. And so, I tried to pull my head away, but it was no use. He had me positioned helpless. I was beginning to worry about the situation but then I noticed signs that told me I needn't concern myself ... that he wasn't ready to come yet ... wasn't even near it.
But I decided that as soon as I felt that prick in my mouth stiffening, throbbing and getting ready to spring back and shoot, I'd bite the son of a bitch's dong off before he'd so much as got a drop of scum in my mouth.
When I wanted to get laid, nothing stopped me and I hoped for his sake that he didn't try anything funny.
Then, as if he'd read my mind, he was backing off and pulling out.
"You're some little cocksucker, baby," he moaned.
"When I want to be, I'm good at anything I do."
"Well, let's just hope you're as good in the hump department."
"That's my specialty," I said. "I've humped more cocks than you've probably seen."
"I don't doubt that for a minute."
"If the truth were known, I suppose I'm nothing more than a big whore. But I love every minute of it. I enjoy it and I'm not ashamed of it."
"There's no reason to be ashamed if one enjoys it."
"How about a little more action," I prodded him on.
"For you baby, anything."
"I don't want too much. You know what I want."
"Well, you're about to get it. You're about to have it slide right up your cunt until my balls bounce off that tense little ass-hole of yours."
"Promises, promises."
Then in a flash he was sliding down along my body, positioning himself between my spread legs, opening me wide. I knew this was it. I began shivering and shaking as needles of anticipation raced through my body.
I knew it was going to happen and I couldn't wait. My body was out of control now as I arched my back up off the mattress, grinding my pussy into the air.
"You're hot, baby, aren't you?"
"You know it."
"Does everyone turn you on like this?"
"No, just the guys I screw with."
He chuckled slightly. I was sure that he couldn't believe this was all happening. Most people didn't.
When a beautiful young girl walks up and propositions you, I suppose guys might find it difficult to believe it was really happening. But that's the way it is with me. When I see something I want, I go and get it. And I don't care what the cost is.
I felt the large, swollen tip of his prick pushing at my cunt-lips, felt it separate them, slide in over my clitoris and fill my vulva, sending pinpoints of excitement racing wildly through my whole body. Making me shake, shiver, whimper beneath his touch, his contact.
If I had my way, this is where I'd spend my whole life-in bed. I'd have my meals served to me between screws. And when I went to sleep, I would do it with a big, stiff prick filling my hole.
But right now my thoughts were snapped back to the present. Snapped back between my legs as he began his screwing motion. His hips began to move slowly, in a round, circular motion, while he worked his meat in and out of me at the same time.
As he completed each stroke, he would give a humping motion and his balls would slide in and bang against my flesh as he had promised. And even in my excitement, even in my wild raging desire, I could see the humor and smile about all of this. Another adventure had surely started for me. It was the greatest feeling in the whole world. Never knowing what was to come next. What could be expected. Where you would end up and with whom.
Now he was moving faster, working out on that little cunt of mine. I dug my heels into the mattress and gyrated my body up to each one of his plunges that plowed my cunt lips apart and I allowed him to slide into me. To fill me to the hilt.
His body weight collapsed on my body and my tits were pressed flat against his hairy chest and he moaned out above me.
"You're not coming yet, are you?" I moaned between clenched teeth.
"Not a chance, baby."
"That's good."
"You like long screws? You like being fucked for a good long time?"
"Yeah, I love it," I answered.
I was pretty turned on so I could barely get the words out. I never really showed it to the guys I was with ... never really let them see me in my raw state, unless they pushed me over the brink. Turned me on completely. Then I was a wild cat, totally uncontrollable. But that hadn't happened to me yet. And I didn't think it would with this guy. I needed a special kind of person for that kind of action.
But for the time being, this would do very nicely. I just lay back on the bed and enjoyed the feelings racing through my hot flesh.
His mouth sought my lips and crashed down hard onto them. I opened my mouth for his eager tongue and let him explore the depths of my mouth while my own tongue twisted and played tag with his.
Suddenly he pulled away from my body, got up and came to stand next to the bed.
"Get up a minute, baby. I want to change positions."
"Okay, if that's what you want," I answered, getting to my feet and allowing him to sprawl out on the mattress where my body had been.
"Okay, hop on," he said, holding his prick straight up in the air.
I straddled his body with my knees on either side of him and slowly sank down onto the lead pipe that was filling my cunt.
"How's it feel, baby?"
"Great," I answered. I wasn't very good at talking at these times. It took everything I had to get the words out of my mouth. I would rather just screw and forget about everything else.
His hands moved down onto my hips and he began leading me, telling me with his hands how he wanted me to move. How fast, how hard, how deep. And I obeyed his commands.
His eyes were closed and his face contorted with pleasure. His brow was wrinkled and he was moaning, gasping for breath with each stroke. I wondered how long he could go. Wondered how long it would be before he would completely lose his cool and plunge me full of his hot love juice.
"This is heaven, baby. This is what a woman was made for," he rasped between clenched teeth.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I sort of have the same feeling about it all."
"Come on, baby, fuck me," he groaned out.
"How do you want it, baby? How do you want me to do it? Fast? Hard? Tell me."
"Do what you want, baby. Turn me on," he said, tightening his grip on my hips.
Suddenly I found myself moving faster, bouncing up and down more quickly on his prick, moving my body in time with his hands.
As the speed increased, so did the pleasure. So did the sensations. So did his hips. Everything was moving now. The train was speeding along the tracks and we were screwing just as fast. Our bodies pounded, thrashed, grabbed at each other, clutched each other as the hump came down into its final stages.
"Give it to me," I cried out above him, letting my hand run through the thick hair on his chest.
"You're gonna get it, baby. You're gonna get the whole prick, the whole load in a minute," he gasped, reaching up and grabbing hold of my tits leaving me free to manipulate myself onto his throbbing hot flesh.
"Come on, baby, hump me. Give it to me wildly," he screamed up into my face.
Suddenly his legs opened wide, allowing him to penetrate my hot, dripping hole even faster, harder, deeper. And I began moaning, whimpering out loud, filling the room with my sounds as my body heat built up to an unbelievable degree.
This was it, I knew. His body had stiffened completely and he was moaning, gasping, screaming at me.
And then it happened. He was coming.
"Now, baby," he screamed. "Now! Give it to me now. I'm shooting! Filling that cunt full. Give it to me!"
And I did. I moved as quickly and as hard as I could, feeling him shoot off inside of me. In another moment, in an instant I would be coming. Overflowing. Letting my come drip down all over the stalk of his cock and out onto his bush.
But then suddenly something happened. I wasn't sure at first what it was. All I knew was there was a loud screeching-a horrible sound, and the train stopped abruptly. So abruptly that it threw me from the saddle. Threw me from the bucking bronco I was riding and smashed me into the wall behind.
When finally I bounced off the wall and settled I was sprawled somewhere on the floor and my conductor friend was jumping to his feet and throwing on his clothing.
"Where're you going? What's the matter? You can't leave me hanging like this."
"Baby, that was the emergency stop. I got to get out there quick!"
"You! I gotta get out there too. I'll kill the son of a bitch bastard who pulled that in the middle of a hump. Whoever ruined that screw session for me at that point has had it, I promise you. Before this train ride is over they'll be dead!"
CHAPTER TWO
Although his fingers raced as he jumped into his clothing I had it way over him. In a few moments I was dressed. I was violently angry. Whoever it was who had ruined my hump was really in for it. Really, honestly and truly, I never make idle threats and this was one I was going to keep for sure.
Before my conductor-friend had finished getting on his jacket I was storming out of the compartment; moving down the tiny passageway, banging into people who were yelling and screaming and running in all directions.
I couldn't understand what was wrong. Couldn't understand what the big deal and panic was.
But then, at the end of the corridor I saw two men standing with guns in their hands.
Now I'm pretty big and brave at times, but when it comes to guns I think twice. After all, they can go off and hurt someone; namely me.
I turned and started moving in the other direction. But it did no good. At the other end of the corridor there was another man standing with a gun. But I was furious and angry enough to do something. So I walked down and looked up into his face.
"Are you the bastard who pulled the emergency brake," I blurted out. "Not me sister."
"It's a damn good thing that you didn't."
"Why, what would you do about it."
"Plenty. Whoever pulled that cord interrupted a hump session."
He began laughing and it got me angrier. "Are you kidding?"
"No, I'm not kidding. I was right in the middle of a screw and just about ready to come when I went flying off my stud."
"If that's the worst that ever happens to you, you don't have too much to worry about. Now, get back into that compartment."
"That's not my compartment," I said. "I'm sitting up front. Now get out of my way and let me goby-"
"You see this. This is a gun. You do like I tell you, not what you want."
"I can't get back in there, it locks automatically and I don't have a key. Now move it buster," I demanded. "I want to find out who it was who pulled that cord."
"That's easy. It was Tony. He's the leader."
"Where can I find him?"
"Down at the end of the car."
"Let me go there, then."
"I guess you can't go too far, there's a guy at every door with a gun. So don't try anything funny."
"I'm not going to try anything at all. I'm just going to kill that ball buster, that's all."
He began laughing again and I waned to take my fist and beat his ugly face in. He'd get his lumps, I decided once I knocked out Tony and whoever else got in my way.
But first, I had to get my wits about me. Had to think about what I was going to do and how I was going to do it. They apparently don't expect something like this to happen in this day and age but there it was happening before my very eyes. If they were stupid enough to take this kind of a chance they'd be stupid enough to do anything. So I'd better play my cards right or I might end up getting hurt.
I have to confess that even though I was scared, inside of me there was a storm raging. This was turning out to be another real adventure for Jane Dumb and before it was over I was sure that I would have the whole situation under control. Everything neatly tied up and tucked away. And once again, I would be the heroine.
But right now I had to control myself and get in good with the ringleader.
I wondered about my tactics, wondered how I should go about it. I don't suppose I should try the whimpering, scared, female type. They must have plenty of that ... must be sick to death of all that whining and pining.
.Maybe if I stood up to him. Maybe if I let a little of my anger show, and told him what it was he did that bothered me, maybe he would be able to understand. Maybe even want a piece himself if he found out I was such an easy lay. After all, not too many men could resist my body.
The guy stepped aside and I stormed down the corridor with my blonde hair a mess. But I knew that was when I was my sexiest. At least that's what everyone told me. So I was pretty damned confident as I marched up to the guy who appeared to be giving the orders.
"Are you Tony?" I demanded when I stepped up to him.
"No, baby. That's Tony over there."
My eyes fell upon an extremely good looking young man. He wasn't anything like I thought he would be and I realized at that second the way I was going to get rid of him. I was going to have my cake and eat it too.
I continued down the rest of the narrow corridor and walked up to this stud and looked him directly in the eye with fire burning from mine.
"What can I do for you, baby?" he asked.
"You can do plenty, mister. But right now I'm so mad, that I'd like to take your face and beat it in till all those handsome features of yours are a mess."
"You noticed."
"It's not so hard to notice when you have a face like yours."
"Yours isn't so hard to miss either."
"Well that's not my concern. Right now I just want to tell you off."
"We're not going to take anything from you so don't worry about that."
"You already did."
"Who did? Who took what? I warned those lunkheads that this wasn't the purpose; that we weren't going to rob the passengers. We have bigger and better plans for this train."
"I'm not concerned about your plans. I'm not concerned about what you want to do. Whatever it is is fine with me. But are you the bastard who stopped the train?" x
"Yeah, I'm the one. What's it to you? What are you going to do about it?"
"Apparently nothing. You have a gun and I don't. But I just want to let you know that I hate your guts. I hate what you did to me when you pulled that damn cord."
"What's your problem sister? What's the big deal?"
"I was right in the middle of a hump. I was riding my stud, kneeling over him, letting him fill my pretty little cunt when you pulled that thing. I was just about ready to come. He already had, and when this train came to such a sudden stop, it threw me off and smashed me into a wall."
He began laughing. I didn't know why everybody thought it was so funny. I didn't.
I looked up at him and screamed, "What's so fucking funny, you moron?"
"I can understand your problem, baby, but it's funny, that's all. It's really funny."
"Maybe it's funny to you, but it's no joke to me.
"I'm sure of that."
I was glad that he was sympathetic and also that his body was nice. That his eyes were devouring my own flesh, taking in all the curves that my tight fitting clothing afforded.
"What do you intend to do about it," I asked.
"There's not much I can do, is there, baby?"
"Sure there is."
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what I mean."
"Are you serious?"
"I'm dead serious."
"What about your husband?"
"I don't have any husband. I was screwing the conductor."
"You're some hot little ticket."
"Well, I don't know about the ticket, but I'm sure as hell hot."
The first lunkhead that I had spoken to after entering this passageway was moving over to me now. He grabbed my arm and started pulling me back, telling me to get away.
"Get into your seat, baby," he said. "We don't want anybody walking around."
Tony grabbed his arm and pushed him away. "You don't push somebody away when they're talking to me. You got that, stupid?"
"Yeah, Tony. I thought you wanted everybody in their seats."
"If I wanted her in her seat I'd tell her and I'd put her there myself. Got it?"
"Yeah. Sure, Tony. Sorry about that."
"Alright, now get over there and watch those other people."
"How come you didn't let Stupid there put me in my seat?"
" 'cause I have better plans for you."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What are they?"
"A big stiff dick right up that cunthole of yours will straighten you out."
"You sure about that."
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"I'm glad cause that's what I was hoping you'd say.
"Stand over there for a minute and wait for me.
I obeyed him, moving over to the specific spot. He was going to take me now and screw me. Then, I knew I could get rid of him. I could find some way to kill off the bastard. But it wasn't time. I wasn't ready. First of all I wanted to get a good hump from him. After he finished screwing me then I'd worry about getting him. But first I'd have to get rid of each and every one of his men one by one. Pick them off like sitting ducks.
I had a lot of planning and scheming to do to make my project work. I was terribly excited now. Terribly shook up about this whole thing. This was going to prove to be one of the best and biggest adventures of my career, and I was looking forward to it with great glee and delight.
Tony went over and was talking to one of the men, telling him to take over for him, to watch the spot where he had been standing. That he had some business to attend to.
Then he was back, standing in front of me, taking my arm. "Where's this spot, baby?"
"I don't know. It was the conductor's room. I only have a seat on this train," I answered, letting my hand run over the material of his shirt.
"Alright, we'll find someone and get a key," he said, as he led me roughly by the arm down the corridor.
When we moved into the next car, mv con-ductor friend was standing there in the middle of two guns with a bunch of other people.
"You can get a key from him," I said.
And Tony stepped in front of me and began moving down the corridor.
"Give me a key to one of these compartments," he demanded.
"I don't have any," the conductor lied.
"I said give it to me buddy, or else you're going to be full of lead."
Slowly, the conductor reached into his pocket and took out a ring full of keys.
"This one will do," Tony said turning to the door on his right.
"There's somebody in there," the conductor said.
"Well open the door and get rid of them," he said taking my arm and pulling me in front of him.
The conductor's gaze and mine met for a moment and I tested the bastard with an urgent need-for-help look in my eyes, but he didn't move. Didn't say a word. Didn't try to rescue me. The yellow-bellied creep was frightened silly just like the rest of the people on the train. I suppose the only one who really wasn't was myself. And so that left the job to me alone. I was the only one who'd be able to get us all out of this safe and sound.
At least I hoped safe and sound. But at any rate the mechanics were working inside my head now, reeling faster and faster until I was really looking forward to being screwed by this guy just to ease my brain for a couple of minutes, get me tuned into another wave length and let my poor, tired head have a rest.
The conductor knocked on the door and then opened it. For a moment I wondered why these characters were letting people stay in their rooms, but then I realized that at the speed the train was going it would be impossible for anybody to attempt to get off, get out, and still be in one piece.
For a moment I wondered if it would be possible to get him to screw me by a window with it wide open. And when he was coming, when all his strength was draining from him and into me, maybe I could push or shove him out the damned window and let him crash on the track somewhere.
But, I knew better. I knew that his men would get panicky and get all shook up and probably start doing a lot of damage, and to me first. No, I had to get rid of the others one by one before I attempted anything with this character. He had to be the last. And I knew how I would get rid of him. There was no question in my mind. I knew exactly how I was going to finish him off and get him out of the way.
The people were nervously coming out of their compartments and staring at me like I was some sort of gun moll.
"Don't worry, sweethearts, I'm one of you. I'm being held captive too." I snarled at one bitchy woman who frowned at me and gave me a dirty look.
"Some captive," Tony said holding the door open for me.
"If you don't like it you know what you can do, sweetheart."
"Yeah, baby, fuck it and that's just what I'm about to do," he said, closing the door behind us.
"I'm going to put this gun down over here and I'm warning you, you make one move, one attempt to get it and that's the end of all those sweet little hump sessions forever. Got it?"
"Yeah, I have it. Don't worry, I'm not interested in your gun. Least not that one," I answered him, moving over toward the bed. "You want me to strip, or do you like to do it," I asked.
"No, you can save me the trouble. I think I'd just rather sit here and watch that hot little body of yours come into view."
"Suit yourself," I said sitting down on the bed and slipping my blouse off.
In another minute my skirt was high on my thighs and I was letting my stockings down, slipping them over my legs and finally off my feet. His eyes were opening wider with each article of clothing that fell from my body.
Now I stood and pulled my sweater up over my head, standing only in my bra, which didn't hide very much and mainly tried to conceal the soft mounds of flesh below.
His eyes almost bugged out of his head as I let my skirt slide down over my smooth, even hips.
He put the gun down and began undressing. As I reached behind me and let the clasp on my bra open, immediately, my huge melons plopped out into view.
"That's some set you have there, baby."
"So I've been told."
"It's some nice handful."
"It's a lot more than that, sweetheart," I said sarcastically.
"Come on over here and let me get some of that nice tit-flesh while I undress."
"Sure," I said moving over to him.
His head bent forward and he began licking at my nipples, sucking on them like a child would do on his mother's. And all the while I was rubbing them back and forth against his skin.
He was so fucking involved with my big melons that he didn't even see that my hand was on the gun. I was holding it in my fingers. This would surely gain his confidence completely. Then I'd be free to set my plan into operation. To get the ball rolling and get rid of all of the gang, one by one.
"Before you get all shook up baby," I said stepping back quickly and pointing the gun at him, "I just wanted to show you that if I wanted this thing, I could have it."
He was shocked. His eyes opened wide and he stood back against the wall with his hands in the air.
"Put your hands down," I commanded. "I'm not going to do anything, I just wanted to show you that I said what I meant. I wanted to show you my good faith. The only thing I'm interested in is cock, not this gun," I said putting it down and turning the handle toward him, handing it over.
He reached out and took the gun and smiled. "You're okay, baby, you're alright. Maybe after this train ride is over you can even hitch up with us.
"Thanks, but I don't think so."
"Why not?"
"I have other things on my mind other than running around with the same group of men. That's too much like marriage to me, and I've tried that scene twice and both times I realized it wasn't for me. I'm a loner. I like to travel alone. Be myself. Do whatever it is that strikes me at the moment."
"Yeah, I guess some of us are like that."
"That's true. Some of us are. And right now I want to do you, baby. So, get that big cock out of those pants and let's have some action," I said egging him on and letting his excitement run away with him. I wanted it over quickly. I wanted to have this one hop on and hop off so that I could start out. Get all the things racing through my mind into operation. I didn't want a long screw this time. Didn't even care if I came or not. I just wanted to be free.
I knew that handing him the gun, showing him that I wasn't going to do anything when I had him in my power would gain his confidence. He'd let me walk freely around the train. Do whatever I wanted to do and at the same time be screwing himself without realizing it.
Never trust a dumb blonde, I thought to myself, smiling.
"What are you smiling about?"
"You, baby," I said telling the truth.
"Oh yeah. You that hot? You want it that bad?"
"That's right. For what I want, you're the only one who can give it to me."
"It'll be my pleasure."
"I know, baby. I know it'll be your pleasure."
"You're not going to enjoy it."
"Sure, I'll enjoy it. I'll enjoy every last minute of it."
"That's the girl," he said stepping out of the last of his clothing.
I took a long hard look at his body and smiled approvingly. It was quite a hunk of man that I had here. And he had quite a hunk of prick hanging between his legs. It certainly was going to be my pleasure to get rid of him the way I wanted to.
In a moment he was standing close to me, kissing me, letting his lips trace a wet line down along my neck and onto my breasts.
"Better watch out, I might get the gun again."
"Be my guest, it's right over there."
"I might use it this time."
"I doubt that, baby. You had your chance."
"Pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"That's right. I'm pretty sure of you."
"I'm glad. That's what I wanted you to say. That's what I wanted you to feel."
"You convinced me. If you didn't shoot me, plug me full of lead or at least hold me for a hostage when you had the chance to, I don't think that that's what you want. I don't think that's what you have on your mind."
"That's right. I don't have that on my mind at all."
"Good, cause I got other things on my mind right now, and I can't be concerned about a gun, or a train robbery, or anything else. You really turn me on baby."
"Thanks," I said casually. I'd heard that before a hundred times if I'd heard it once, and it didn't touch me anymore. Nothing touched me. When I met a man who told me I had a beautiful body, was a fantastic lay, or what a beautiful face I had, I enjoyed it, but took it all for granted; thought it was coming to me on the dinner plate.
I felt myself being pushed back toward the bed and then gently eased down onto the mattress.
This time I spread my legs wide, opened them fully and began undulating my hips, telling him what I wanted. I needed a ride. A quick, furious, hot ride.
But instead, he knelt on his haunches between my legs, his eyes back to the window.
And at that moment, that specific moment as his head was diving down between my legs, I realized how I could get rid of another one of them. This could really turn into some fun.
Those lousy, rotten cocksuckers wouldn't know what hit them. None of them. I was much too fast for them. They couldn't possibly suspect anything. I felt sure.
But now, just like always, my thoughts were cut off. Everything in my head started reeling around like a merry-go-round out of control. Faster and faster my brain swirled until I couldn't think of anything but that tongue working its way into my crack.
"Come on, baby, eat that cunt. Eat it good. Eat it hard."
His mouth was clamped over my pussy-lips and I felt his teeth ever so lightly on the outside of my mound flesh sending shivers through my body, adding to the pleasure of his tongue as it made its way in and out of my pussy.
I arched my hips up off the mattress in order to allow him a better target. Allow him to gain further entrance. If his tongue were long enough; if he knew how to eat pussy, this was the best position for him.
"Come on baby, what are you some kind of an amateur," I egged him on.
He pulled his head away and stared at me for a moment. "I'll show you what kind of an amateur I am in a couple of minutes. Now just lie there and shut up."
"What's the matter, can't you take the truth," I said egging him on even further.
"Alright baby, hump that pussy up into my face. If you want to get eaten, I'll show you what it's like to get eaten by a real man," he said, digging his fingers into my buttocks and pulling my box up into his face and onto his waiting tongue.
He pulled his mouth away again and smiled. "Okay, bitch, let's have some movement. Let's have a little hump action from that pretty little pussy of yours. Fuck my face, baby."
"My pleasure," I assured him and began gyrating, moving my hips to a slow, even tempo.
He was enjoying it as much as I was. He loved every minute of it. Enjoyed the taste of my lubrication. Enjoyed the soft, sweet aroma of woman's flesh coming from my skin. He was in heaven and I knew it. Just like all the men, he was lost to the world; oblivious to where they were, who they were with, and what was happening to them.
I supposed that I could really turn men on, turn them on fast and furious like no other woman ever did.
He had enough of it, I could tell. At least enough of a one sided affair and he began shifting his weight, turning it around on the mattress until he let his knees rest on either side of my head. He wanted a little bit of sixty-nine. He wanted a few thrills too.
Slowly, steadily, I let my tongue out of my mouth until it flicked at the tip, making it jerk and bob up and down with tension. I continued this way for a long time, till finally he turned around and looked at me.
"Come on baby, eat that big cock. Take it into your mouth and suck it off."
"Since you put it that way. I don't see how I can refuse," I said trying to sound harsh, cold. Not wanting him to know how much I really wanted it. How much I really wanted him. But even though the way I felt could get in my way, I promised myself, I swore faithfully that I wouldn't let it.
Then his lips were moving downward, and his prick was on my lips and I opened them wide, looking up at his flat, firm stomach and hairy brush behind the cock that was pushing into my mouth. I had to admit that it tasted good and felt good inside my mouth.
As he continued eating away at my pussy, his own hips began to move. Began to grind their way up and down, in and out of my mouth, as his own tongue beat out the tempo, the rhythm of our love-making.
I was glad at least the conversation had ended for a while. It was pretty hard for the two of us to speak to each other like this. After all, we were both stuffed full, or at least I was with his big, fat, juicy cock working its way in and out of my mouth. And his tongue stuck up my cunt, turning me on and making me twitch from anticipation of the moment when I could come, cream all over his face.
Suddenly, once again, just like before, he was changing positions, pulling his cock from my mouth, pulling his tongue from my box and turning around on the bed until his head was even with mine.
"Okay, baby, I'm ready. You know what I want now," he demanded.
"Sure, I know what you want," I answered half-heartedly, opening my legs even wider and undulating my body on the mattress.
"Isn't that what you want? Isn't that what you've been waiting for? A good stiff one rammed into that slit of yours."
"That's it. That's what I've been waiting for, baby. And I hope you're man enough to be able to fulfill me."
"I'm man enough to be able to fulfill anyone."
"Well, we'll see about that now, won't we."
"In about a minute you'll be grinding, moaning and groaning all over the place."
Then he was kneeling between my spread legs again, positioning himself, hovering over me and getting ready to plunge into the depths of my soft, sweet honey-pot.
His cock was resting on my outside lips, and then he began pushing steadily inward, upward and prying my pussy lips apart and entering me. It was wonderful. The old feelings were racing through my body again, was really great being screwed by him. And for the time being, for the moment, I forgot about everything, all my plans, all my ideas, but just for the moment. When I finished with this stud-bastard, I would set my operation rolling. But for now, I thought I would just lie back and enjoy being screwed, enjoy being fucked by this manly hump.
"You like that, baby?' You want more," he asked.
"Come on, don't play games with me. Give it lo me. Give me all you have."
"Okay," he answered, and with that plunged deeply all the way into me until our groins met and ground together as complete, total contact was achieved, and the last few inches of his solid pecker slid deep into my gyrating hole.
"That's it, baby. Now hump me. Give me a good fucking," I moaned.
"Better slow that pussy down a little bit, baby, or I'll cream you. Cream all over the inside of your cunt and it'll be over like it was before and you still won't be satisfied. Then, what would you do?"
"Rape you," I said sarcastically.
"Alright, so if you want us to come together, to shoot off at the same time, then let me do the moving. Let me do the screwing and you just lay there and enjoy it."
"I'm enjoying it already."
"You'll enjoy a hell of a lot more when I get finished with you. Now wrap your legs around my back, baby, and let me hump you."
"Okay, if that's what you want. If that's the way you want to do it, that's fine with me."
"That's the way I want it and around here, I'm boss. Now do as you're told."
"Alright," I moaned, really getting into the mood of this session, really getting with it and loving every second that solid prick was sliding in and out of my cunthole.
"That a girl," he said as my ankles locked together and I began digging my heels into the mattress, forcing myself up into him further.
"That's it, baby, hump with me," he groaned between clenched teeth, as he let the full length of his prick slide from little pussy-hole until just the lips of my box clung to the tip of his head before he rammed it back into me.
We clung to each other, now, desperately, and I knew that in a couple of more minutes it would be over. But this time I wanted to come too, so I v began my own hump movements, just like he had said. I knew he wouldn't care what I did, so long as I was with him.
I let my legs down and each time he completed a stroke, each time the giant, huge rod of his slid in to finish me, to tuck itself into my little vulva, I began pushing my box upward and grinding it back and forth on his tool, giving me the ultimate pleasure.
Then his body stiffened, and I felt every muscle in him tighten and knew that it was going to happen for him any second.
I began fucking like a bunny. My hips moved faster than I felt they ever moved before.
Suddenly, I felt the fires erupting inside of me. The storm was coming. The thunder was hitting and in a moment, the cloudburst would happen and I'd be drenching that solid flesh inside of me. Filling it. Covering it with my creamy come.
Then it happened for him. In one loud animal groan, he screamed and clutched me, digging his fingers into my buttocks. He held me, pulling me up tightly to him.
"This is it, baby, I'm coming. I'm shooting. "Take it," he screamed.
"That's it. Fill me. Plug me full with that hot come of yours," I screamed into his ear, filling the room with my sounds, not caring who heard me or what they heard.
Because this time it was happening for me too, my dam had been opened, and I was screaming all over the place. In long, spasmodic convulsions, I came with this man.
Our bodies were drenched and he collapsed against me, totally exhausted. But, somehow I managed to squeeze out from underneath him.
"What's the matter," I said. "You look tired."
"I'm exhausted, baby. That was quite a hump."
"It'll do till later," I said.
He smiled over at me and didn't say anything this time, just nodded his agreement. I knew I had won him over completely and I was thinking it was too bad that he was what he was. Too bad that he did what he did in the beginning. He seemed like he could be a nice guy once you got to know him, if he wasn't involved with all this shit.
But still and all, I had a job to do. I had my duty to think of and that's what was going to happen. That was the way it was going to be. There was no deviating from the plan at all.
I got off the bed and walked over to the closet in the room and opened it up. The woman who had left here was about the same height and she seemed to have pretty jazzy taste. I was hoping that I'd be able to find some sort of robe, some sort of covering that would allow me to walk around the train without being confined by clothing. I wanted to wear something that would allow me, in a moment's notice, to peel it off and screw wherever I was. After all, that was the way I was going to get rid of these guys. One by one, I had a plan, a plot set out for each and every one of them and none of them would escape me. None of them would be able to get out of this any other way than how I had planned for them.
I found a nice sexy sheer gown, threw it on my body, and started for the door.
"Where are you going?"
"I have things to do and cocks to see and fuck before this train does whatever it's going to do. I'll see you later baby, after you've rested."
"Okay."
"What should I tell your gorillas if they give me a hard time?"
"Tell them Tony said it's all right to let you do what you want and I'm in this room if they want to check."
"Okay, sugar. Have a nice rest and I'll see you later."
"Okay, baby."
CHAPTER THREE
As I walked out into the corridor there were many eyes staring at me and shocked expressions. I couldn't tell whether it was because they overheard what had happened inside or if it was because everything I had was clearly visible through the flimsy robe I had on.
"Hey you, that's my gown," a voice shrieked. "Give it back."
"You want it now sister," I asked beginning to unbutton it.
"No. No. Keep it on," she said realizing that I was nude underneath.
"Don't worry, it's only a loan," I said, "until I can get my own luggage."
Now the question was where to being my little plan. I realized that I would have to do this systematically. I decided that I would start at the end and work my way back one by one.
First of all, I had to get to my suitcase, as I needed some of the equipment that I had sitting in it.
I began walking down the corridor again. I had just started to go through the door when this big bull tried to stop me.
"Get your fucking hand out of my way, baby. Tony's orders. He's down in compartment seventy-seven, if you want to ask him."
"All right, I believe you sweetheart. Sorry about that."
"I bet your ass you're sorry. But you'll be a lot sorrier if you try to interfere with me again," I snarled as I moved past him.
As I made my way into the next car, I saw another one of the apes at the far end. I didn't wait until I had reached him, but instead I shouted that Tony was in compartment seventy-seven and that he had told me to tell all the gorillas to leave me alone and don't bother me. I told him that Tony said I could go wherever I wanted to and that I could do whatever I wanted. I also informed him that if he didn't believe me he could go down and check it out with Tony.
But then I saw that the guy was looking right past me and I turned my head in time to see the first ape standing there, shaking his head, yes, telling the man to let me go.
I started walking past this second clown when I felt his hand on my ass, giving it a squeeze.
I was furious. I wanted to turn toward him and smash him in the face. But I realized that he was falling right into my plan. Right into the scheme of things. So instead of losing my cool, I merely turned around and smiled at him. "See you later, big boy. Right now I have other things to take care of but I'm looking forward to a game or two with that cock of yours, which I would venture to say is on the biggish side."
"Big enough to satisfy you, sweetheart."
"I hope so."
"Check it out later and we'll see."
"I'm looking forward to that."
"I'll just bet you are."
"Now, let me go by," I said brushing his hand from my arm.
I continued through the train until I reached my luggage. I pulled down the suitcase from the overhead rack and started going through it. The other people in the car were all staring at me like I was some kind of an idiot. I wanted to tell them that what I was doing was for their own good, not for mine. That if it wasn't for me, this whole train would be held captive by those fucking goons. That instead of giving me dirty looks, they should be singing my praises.
But I knew they'd do that when I finished. I knew that they would excuse anything that I might do or say by the time I got through with the cock-sucking bastards.
I dug into my suitcase and took out the tiny little capsules I needed. The tiny pills that contained my Spanish Fly. I carried it with me so that I'd always be able to get whoever I wanted, regardless of the circumstances.
Once a guy got this stuff into his system he wouldn't be able to resist me. Wouldn't be able to resist anything that humped. And I had enough experience wih it to be able to divert the guy and make him do anything I wanted, so long as I lured him with my body.
I tried taking the stuff a couple of times but it didn't do very much for me. I always felt the same way with or without it. This allowed me a lot of freedom. If someone was suspicious about taking it, I could always swallow some and not be concerned about the effect it would have on me.
I put my valise back on the rack. I knew that the next car over was the club car, and after that another passenger car. I decided that it was here that I could start with my first victim.
I moved into the club car and walked toward the bar. The stares I got were unbelievable. Even though people there were shook up and frightened, life seemed to be going on ... more so than in any other car.
A few people were drinking and occasionally you could hear some laughter. Some of the bastards were too drunk to know what was going on. Some of them were too drunk to care. That's the way they liked to travel. Stoned. Smashed out of their minds and nothing or no one could change this.
Perhaps they have the right idea. At least they weren't all huddling in corners looking petrified.
I marched up to the bar and leaned on the countertop. "Give me a Scotch on the rocks, will you. "Give me a Scotch on the rocks, will you?"
"I didn't ask for any lip. I asked for some Scotch. Now will you get it for me?"
"Tell me about it later," I said. "I'll be back."
"I'll be looking forward to it," he said, handing me the glass.
"Thanks, now how about a stirrer?"
"A stirrer. What for?"
"For the rocks, baby."
"All right, anything you want," he said, handing the stirrer to me.
As I walked down the small corridor I dropped in the capsule and stirred it up until it was completely dissolved. Then I walked down into the deserted last car.
The only person in there was a guard at the back of the car. As I entered he looked up surprised.
I put on my sexiest walk, letting my hips slide from side to side and my firm titties bounce up and down.
"Hi, sugar," I drawled as I got closer to him.
"What are you doing back here, sister?"
"It's all right, lover. Tony said I could go anywhere I wanted. He's in compartment seventy-seven, if you want to check. He and I just finished having a real nice hump session."
"Lucky guy."
"You're the lucky one, sweetheart. I came back here to find you."
"Me?"
"That's right, darling. When I saw you get on the train, or at least when you moved into this car, I thought how handsome you were and decided right then and there that I was going to get you before the night was over."
"You're putting me on."
"Do I look like that kind of girl. No, I'm quite serious. I even brought you a drink."
"I don't want any of that."
"Oh, come on. You've got nothing to worry about. You seem so suspicious of me. I thought you might be so I took the liberty of ordering something I liked as well, in case you didn't want it."
I brought the drink to my lips and took a sip.
"See, no poison. Nothing. Just plain old Scotch. If you want some you'd better take it now before I finish it all."
"Well, okay." He thanked me as he took the glass from my hand and gulped the liquid down.
I was smiling sweetly, but inside I knew what was in store for this poor dope. I knew what the bastard would be feeling in a couple of minutes and I had to stop myself from laughing out loud.
When he'd finished the drink, he handed the glass back to me.
"Want another one, sweetheart," I said. "It would be my pleasure to go to the bar and fetch it."
"That's all right, I gotta keep my cool."
"I don't know about y our cool, but I'd sure like to keep that cock of yours warm in between my sweet little pussy lips."
"Sure, baby, but later on, after we've finished our job."
"I can't wait that long. I need to feel a good, hot, stiff dick up my cunt now or else I might break down and cry."
"I gotta a stiff one for you. Nice and big. You'll love it but not now."
"That's what you think," I said. "I can turn any man on." I fell on my knees and let my mouth blow hot breaths through his trousers.
I felt him respond immediately. Felt that large dick inside his pants and wondered how long it would be before the Spanish Fly took over and set his head spinning. Set his brain on only one thing ... my body.
I knew it was starting to hit him when he reached out and grabbed hold of my tits through the sheer robe. "That's some nice pair," he said.
"Why don't you eat them, baby. Suck on them for a while. It turns me on real good."
He pulled me to him and ripped open the buttons. In a moment his head was bent down and he was nuzzling my breasts.
"That feels real good, sugar," I moaned. "Keep it up. Keep it going." I egged him on by letting my hand slide down over the material of his pants and grabbing hold of his pecker. It was red hot, stiff as a board. And he hadn't been kidding when he said it was large.
"That's some tool, you've got. I can't wait to go to work on it."
"Yeah, baby, it'll feel great sliding up that cunt-hole of yours. Feel great working in and out and shooting my come deep into you."
"You'll love fucking me. I can tell. You'll love my cunt wrapped around that dick of yours. You will love feeling my juice all around it."
"Oh, baby, I can't wait. I'm going to hump you like you've never been humped before. I'm going to give your cunt a workout like it's never known."
"You've got yourself a deal. But first I want some other kind of action. I want you to eat me."
"Yeah, doll, I'll eat your pussy. I'll eat it out beautifully. I'll munch on that fleshy hole of yours ... that honey-pot that's all pink and tingly."
"Yeah, pink and tingly, that's what it is. And it'll be even more tingly when you get that tongue of yours up there won't it? I want you to really set me on fire with that tongue. I want you to work me over and get me ready for that solid cock you have between your legs. Isn't that the way it is baby? Isn't that what you're going to do to me?"
"That's right. I'm going to do all that and lots more. I'm going to give you the best time you've ever had."
"All the men I'm with say that, but not too many of them produce. So if you want to convince me you can start by getting on your knees and putting that tongue of yours to work on my pussy-hole."
"That's what I'll do, baby. I'll shove it all the way up your slit. I'll lick your clitoris 'til it stands erect. I'll show you. Now spread those fucking legs of yours," he groaned as he fell to his knees and pushed the sheer gown open completely.
I opened my legs as wide as I could and grabbed onto the seat for support. As his tongue darted into my hole and his mouth clamped over the outside of my box and a shiver of delight raced through me, my hand was working on his meat through his trousers. I knew he was hooked. Sunk. He was mine, the poor slob.
"How does it feel, baby? Does it taste good?" I cooed above him, undulating, pushing my hips into his face.
"Yeah. Yeah. It's delicious. It's the greatest cunt I've ever had. The best pussy in the whole world," he said with my lubrication dripping down his chin.
"Go ahead baby. Work it out. Lap it up. Suck on it.
Without a word his head turned back and he began tonguing me again. Licking me all over. Filling my crack with his oral fucker.
It felt so good that I almost forgot my purpose. Almost forgot what I had to do. And believe me it took all the strength I had to pull away from him and back off slightly.
"Come on, baby, give me that pussy, again. Let me have it in the face."
"Soon lover."
"I gotta have it now. Come here, baby, let me eat it."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I don't want to come yet," I lied. "Oh baby, let me have that load."
"No, not yet."
"Please," he moaned. "I've got to have it," he said moving toward me.
"I said no!" I almost shouted but I kept my voice under control because I didn't want any of the other lunkheads to hear what was going on back here.
I looked around the coach for some place to hide. Someplace where I could get away from him until the effect of the Spanish Fly really took over. Until it drove him crazy and he had to have me. That's when I would make my move. That's when I would begin my action.
His tongue was darting in and out of his mouth as if he were eating my cunt and he moaned loudly, letting his hand race over his meat. He squeezed and massaged it lovingly, rubbing his hand over the crotch, groping his balls and squeezing them tightly.
"Come on baby, I've got a big cock for you."
"Later," I said, trying to control my urge to hop onto that cunt-hammer and let it fill me full of hot dick.
"It's good baby, you'll love it."
"I know I will. But right now I've got to cool down a little first."
"No, baby, I want you hot like a bitch in heat. I want to hump you good.
"You can't. You can't leave your post, remember."
"Fuck the post."
I laughed to myself knowing that soon he probably would or at least attempt to.
"Come on baby, I need it. I've got to have it," he said, moving toward me once more.
I was thankful that you couldn't see into this car from the next one. If you could, the gig would be up and the whole thing would be over.
"Come on baby, take my cock."
"No, I won't."
"Come on baby, I don't want to have to get rough with you."
I didn't want to get him angry. Didn't want to upset him at this point. I moved in closer to my target and let my hand slide down onto his big horse-meat.
"Good God," I yelled. "It's so fucking big."
"I told you, you'd love it."
"That's my kind of prick," I said sincerely.
"It's all yours, baby. You're gonna get it all."
I had no idea it was this big. Had no idea he was this thick and long. He was a prize stud. It was going to be harder than I realized to turn this one down. And I wondered if it would be possible to get a little humping in before his number was up. Get a little quick screw in before I turned him off.
"Harder, baby. Take it harder. Hold it. Love it," he gasped as my fingers went wild and took on a life of their own. Squeezing it ... running over the length of it.
"I shouldn't be letting you do this. If Tony ever found out he'd kill me. But I just can't help myself."
"What about if one of the other guys walks in here and sees us," he groaned. I kept massaging it, wanting him to forget about that sort of business, otherwise my whole plan would be ruined. I had to turn him on again.
"Come on baby, lick my tits," I moaned. "Stick your tongue all over them. Let me feel that hot swollen tongue on my big nipples," I groaned, reaching out for his head and cradling it against my bosom.
"Ah, this is heaven," he moaned. "A set of tits and a creamy little pussy just waiting for my big, fat cock. I'm gonna fuck the life out of you."
"No, baby, I'm gonna give it to you. I'm gonna fuck the life out of you," I said cheerfully.
"I can't wait until this big, thick horse-cock slips in between those creamy lips of yours and it separates them and turns you on even more."
"I can hardly wait," I said truthfully. I really couldn't hold out any longer. I knew that soon I would have to put plot number one of my master plan into operation.
"This is going to be a fuck of a lifetime, sweetheart. It's been a long time since I've had a woman."
"With a prick like that and your kinda looks I don't see why it should be so hard for you to make out."
"It's not that. It's just that while we were planning this heist all women were taboo. There was no kind of involvement allowed. Tony was afraid that one of us might get our pricks stuck into some cunt and in a moment of madness reveal something. Let something out."
"Aren't you glad I'm here? Aren't you glad my big tits are rubbing against your face and my pussy's climbing onto your cock? Aren't you glad?"
"Glad's not the word. I'm really turned on by this. My prick is throbbing ... driving me nuts. I really want to get it into you, baby."
"Soon, baby. Soon," I promised.
"I shouldn't be here with you now. I know I shouldn't. But I can't stop myself. Can't help myself." There's something turning me on like I've never been turned on before."
"Yeah, baby. I know. It's me."
"Yeah, I suppose if you weren't quite so beautiful, quite such a piece of ass I'd be able to resist you. I'd be able to turn you off."
"But it's hard. You know it's hard when you have a beautiful cunt like me standing here wanting you. Wanting that dick of yours."
"Yeah, it's damn hard. No man would be able to resist you."
"No, especially since that little cunt-hole of mine is just itching to be screwed. Itching to get a hump from that man-size prick of yours."
"If you're so turned on baby, what are we waiting for. Why don't we tear off a piece now."
"Soon. Soon. I just gotta work up to it. Gotta get to the point where I can really give you a good screw. A good hump session that you'll never forget."
"I won't forget it, baby."
"You're damned straight. They'll never be a hump for you after this one."
He didn't know how true those words were. He didn't know that I meant them literally. And for a moment I was kind of sad about the whole thing. But still and all, I remembered getting thrown off my bucking prick rider and got angry all over again ... doubly upset ... really mad.
T supposed that if I wanted to I could turn on with anyone of these guys and let them really screw me. Plug me full of hot come. Take them one by one and be satisfied. But still and all, Jane Dumb had a job to do and she was going to do it. These stupid bastards attempting to hold up a train in the Twentieth Century was the most ridiculous thing I'd ever heard of. The stupidest move in the world. And they deserved whatever they got-
He was moaning and groaning, panting while he sucked at my tits, letting his tongue slide all over my bare ass.
His teeth dug into my nipples and I knew he was ready. I knew there'd be no backing out for him now.
Suddenly, I pulled away.
"Where are you going, baby? Come back here."
"Now I'm going to turn you on a little more," I said letting the sheer robe drop to the floor. I stood before him completely naked. "Watch baby. Watch. I'm going to go through my movements. I'm going to show you what I'm going to do when you're inside this luscious, beautiful cunt of mine."
I moved to the middle of the aisle and began undulating my hips back and forth, squeezing my tits and pushing them together. Jazz! Jazz!
His eyes popped open in front of me and he stood staring brazenly, wantonly, longingly at my beautiful lush, lavish body.
It was a good thing for me that I was put together the way I was. That I had the looks to go with the body and that I loved to hump. It had gotten me through a lot of tight situations. And this was going to be the apex of my career ... to single handedly take care of all these men. Bad men who would kill me as soon as look at me. But I had news for them, the tables were going to be reversed because of their own stupid, little bird-brains.
"You like that, don't you," I asked.
"Yeah, baby. I feel like my dick is already in there. I feel the sensations rushing through my big cock-head and up the rest of my body, sending all kinds of electrical charges racing through me.
I continued the movements, watching him all the while. Watching him take on an almost pained expression of desire.
"Come on baby. Come on over here and plant that pussy on this," he said waving his meat in his hand.
"No baby. Now that I've got you all turned on and hot and bothered, you're going to have to catch me. You're going to have to get me if you want me."
"What are you talking about?"
"Just what I said."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that now it's my turn to be turned on. My turn to have some fun."
"Haven't you been enjoying yourself all along?"
"Yes, but we all have our little ways of having a good time. We all dig something special."
"So tell me what you like?"
"I like to have a guy chase me. Have him run after me and try to catch me. Then, when he does, if he's lucky enough to, then I like him to eat me. You got that?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"Well if you don't I'm not going to be able to enjoy it, and if I don't enjoy it, I won't be able to give you the best kind of fuck you've ever had."
"Sure baby, I'll remember that. You want me to catch you and then eat you."
"That's right."
"Okay, baby, here I come," he said.
"No. Not yet. It's my game and we play by my rules. Understand that?"
"Sure baby, sure. But let's get on with it. I can still taste that pussy and I want to feel it rubbing against my face again."
While he was talking to me, I looked around the large car. I had a basic idea of what I was going to do, but I didn't have time to check out all the fine points.
Then, in a moment I shot out and took off for the other end of the car with him hot on my trail. It was going to be kind of difficult playing this little game in such a small area. But I was very athletic and I knew I could lead him a merry chase.
Just as I felt he was going to reach for me, I darted in from the aisle and dropped down to the floor. I started crawling and scrambling crazily under the seats and through to the next row. Then I saw him turning in, also diving to the floor and crawling under the seats after me.
With some luck, I knew that he would never be able to corner me. I was twenty times more agile than he was. I could make my way easier because of my size and so I had round one won.
"Come on baby," he moaned. "I'm going to catch that hot cunt and suck it crazy. Drive you nuts."
"Good luck," I yelled back at him, not concerned that anyone would hear.
"I'm going to tongue that hole," he rasped, scrambling under the first seat as I was making my way under the third.
"Then I'm going to fuck you," he groaned.
"I can feel it already," I cried. "This little pussy is just waiting for you to catch it. Waiting for you to grab hold of it and do all those great things to it."
But now he was scrambling out into the aisle. Now it was going to be tougher to avoid him.
He was standing in the aisle and I was hovering underneath one of the seats.
I felt like a child running around the dining room table trying to get away from her parents, who were going to spank her when they got hold of her. I darted back and forth between the seats. If he came one way, I went the other. If he went the other way, I would turn in the opposite direction.
We had reached an impasse and I knew that soon he would get bored. But I wasn't ready for him to catch me. Not here. Not yet. I was afraid that if he got me I wouldn't be able to break loose from him and then my plan wouldn't work.
So using every ounce of energy and strength I had I made a mad dash underneath the seats scraping against my skin. But I didn't have time to worry about that now. I had a plan. And if it was the last thing I did I was going to go through with it.
For a moment my speed confused him and he didn't know where I was.
"Come on pussy, where are you? Daddy wants to take you and screw you," he moaned out.
I wanted to talk to him. Wanted to tell him how hot my cunt was. How much it wanted to be fucked. Eaten. But I didn't want to give myself away.
Without hesitating, I darted across the aisle to the other row of seats. I scurried noiselessly under them until I saw him on the other side, crouched over and looking at me.
I rushed past him quietly and came to stand in the aisle.
"This is getting too much for me. I gotta get a little hump before I go nuts," he cried out.
"Here I am. Here's my tits. See baby. See my big tits waiting for you to grab them. And here's my cunt waiting to be eaten. Remember that that's what you do first when you catch me."
In one easy motion he turned around and was facing me in the aisle. Crazily, I turned and ran until I saw the sign that said MENS ROOM. I ran inside, slammed the door behind me and quickly took in everything in the room. I raced over and stood with my back against the urinal, my two hands grasping onto the tops of the dividers between them.
Then he opened the door and raced in.
"Stop," I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Time out."
"That's not fair baby. There's no time out."
"Don't worry I just want to tell you what I want."
"Yeah, baby, tell me. Turn me on even more." He moaned squeezing his big cock in his hands.
"Okay, this is the way it goes. From now on, I'll consider myself caught. Your captive. You've won the game and now you can claim the prize. But I want you to do it in a certain way that really gets to me."
"Sure baby, anything you want."
"I want you to possess me. I want you to show me what a big man you are. How strong you are. And what a weak little creature I am. Got it?"
"Sure baby, I've got it and I'm ready to give it to you right now."
"Not yet, let me finish."
"Hurry up," he moaned urgently.
"I'm going to stand right here and I want you to bend down like an olympic runner and charge right into me. I want you to knock the wind right out of me. Got that? And then I want you to eat my pussy while I get my breath back."
"You play some pretty rough games, baby, but I'm a pretty rough guy."
"No man is rough enough for me. No man has really been able to knock me completely windless and take me that way."
"Well, I'm going to. I'm really going to do it."
"Oh swear you will. Promise me you'll do it," I said with false excitement.
"I promise."
"And then you'll eat my cunt-hole ... then you'll eat it good."
"Yes. Yes, I will."
"And when I get my wind back you'll give me a good fucking?"
"The best you've ever had."
I paused for a moment readying myself for what was to come. My fingers were turning numb from squeezing the top of the divider so tightly and my muscles ached in anticipation of what I had to do.
He let out this wild animalistic groan as he charged across the room.
In a split second before he would have crashed into me, I gathered up all my strength and pulled as hard as I could on the dividers. I lifted my body way up into the air so that his head totally missed me and went smashing into the urinal, knocking him out cold.
I hurried from the room after making sure he was really out and would stay that way for a long while.
I ran down the aisle, pausing long enough to grab my robe and fling it around my shoulders. Then I went to investigate the little room I had seen before that was marked PRIVATE.
It was a storage room containing tools and what have you. I looked around for something to tie up my unconscious friend. Luckily, I found some thick heavy rope that I knew he'd never be able to get loose from.
I raced back to the men's room and quickly tied the goon up, making sure that his hands were secured tightly behind him. I brought the rope down around his legs and fastened his ankles together. Then I moved his feet and his hands together joining the two ropes. I knew that someday my Girl Scout training would come in handy.
Now that I had him tied I had to get him out of there. I would have to drag him all the way down the end of the train and stuff him in that little room. That was going to be the hardest part.
But there was no stopping Jane Dumb now. It was too late to back out. if anyone of the thugs ever found out what I did it would be curtains for me.
I stepped out of the men's room and checked the corridor. There was nobody there and we could not be seen from the other car. I began dragging his heavy body down to the other end of the long car.
Finally, I got him there and tied him to a metal bar. I shoved some rags into his mouth, tying the last one around to hold it all in place. Then I took the gun he had in his pocket and threw it out the window. My first victim was totally under my control now. One down, I thought to myself.
I suppose I should have kept the gun and just went through the train and picked off all the guys one by one. That would have been the sensible thing to do. But that wouldn't have been as much fun as this; that wouldn't have been as adventurous as it was now.
Everything had come off well so far; but I didn't want to get too cocky. After all there was still a lot more to be done. My mind raced to the second victim as I tried to decide how he would meet his end.
But as I walked through the doorway back into the next car I caught a glimpse of him and it hit me ... I knew just what I was going to do.
CHAPTER FOUR
I walked back into the club car and saw the same guys who were there before. Nothing had changed. They were still drinking and staring, which was fine with me. As far as I was concerned, this was a big help. They were playing right into my hands.
As I got down toward the end of the car, I saw a young, virile looking guy who was staring at me hungrily. I began swaying even faster, being as sexy and seductive as I possibly could without walking right over to him and begging him to feel me up.
When I was close enough his hand reached out and grabbed hold of my ass and his other hand went around my waist.
"Come on, baby. Come on over here and sit down and have a drink with me.
"I don't want to. Let go of me."
"If you can walk around in an outfit like that, you want to get humped."
"I said leave me alone." I struggled lightly away from him.
"Come on, let me feel those knockers of yours. Let's go down to my room and play around a little bit."
I feigned disgust but let him pull me down on his lap. Then I started struggling in earnest as I saw the character standing at the door becoming involved and interested in what was going on.
"Let go of me," I said, loud enough for him to hear. "When I screw, I do it with men, not with people like you."
"Oh, you're a wise one, I see. I love taming people like you," he moaned out, letting his hand slip onto my breast. If it were under any other circumstances I was sure that we would be fucking away like mad in a couple of minutes. But now I really had to get away from him. I didn't think that my plan was working. The guy at the door wasn't interfering as I had hoped he would.
But then suddenly he was standing next to us looking down at the guy.
"You heard the lady, Mac. Let her go."
"She doesn't really want to go."
"I said let her go," he demanded.
"Sure, alright. You're the boss."
And with that he released me from his grip and I got to my feet. The man turned around and walked toward the door.
"Thanks," I said. "You really saved me."
"I don't know why, but I sort of agree with him."
"Agree with him about what."
"That you're itching to be fucked."
"Sure I am. I love being fucked. I love getting it right there between my legs."
"Then why the big fuss?"
" cause I enjoy getting it from a man and not from a little kid like that."
"What do you consider a man?"
"Somebody who knows how to handle a woman. Somebody who can overpower me and turn me on.
"How would I do, baby?"
"I don't know. I don't know how much of a man you are either."
"I'm more of a man than you'll ever meet again."
"What makes you so sure?"
"The women I've been with."
"Perhaps you've never been with a real woman."
"I doubt that."
"Oh, I don't know. There's lots of cunts around that enjoy being screwed, but that doesn't mean they're real women."
"What makes a real woman?"
"A real woman has to be willing to live for a man. Willing to give him everything he wants. Willing to do whatever is necessary to really turn him on and take that big dick of his and drive him crazy with her lips, her tongue, her cunt."
"You're getting me hot and bothered just talking about it."
"You suppose you could handle someone like me? You suppose you could turn me on," I asked.
"When someone looks like you, baby, it's my job to turn them on. My duty as a man," he said, standing up straight.
I noticed the bulge in his pants. I noticed that his cock was getting stiff. That I was getting to him. And that's what I wanted.
I moved in closer to him and smiled up into his face.
"I bet you have a big cock. I bet you could really fill my pussy, while I churned and squeezed at it and then milked it dry, working my muscles over it. I bet you could really make me want to fuck you," I whispered seductively. "Why don't we go down to one of the rooms."
"I can't."
"Why not."
"I gotta stay here."
"Tony told me that I could do whatever I wanted. Why don't you tell that stud up ahead to watch for you. What will happen? There's somebody in the back and front cars and no one can get off the train."
"You're right, baby. Besides, I deserve a good hump. It's been a long time."
"Yeah, I know. Tony was telling me."
"I guess Tony really did tell you."
"That's right. He told me a lot of things. I might even be joining up with you. But you'd better get your humping in now, baby, because if I do join up I'm Tony's girl. He already told me that. And nobody messes with his property."
"I know that."
"But for now, I'm willing to try it with you."
"That's fine with me," he said. "I'll get you squirming all over that fucking bed. I have a cock that could fill that hole of yours twice over."
"Seeing is believing," I said. "I'll just find a conductor and get a key for one of the compartments."
In a moment I was back with a key. "I have to go up and tell that guy to cover for me.
"Don't bother, I already did."
"You think of everything, don't you, baby," he said, believing my he totally.
"When it comes to getting humped in this little box of mine, I think of everything. I like to know that everything is under control. That everything is all set and I'm gonna really get it good."
"You really are a hot little bitch, aren't you?"
"Don't you like that?"
"I love it."
"Then what are we waiting for? What are we standing out here for when we could be in the compartment turning on ... screwin' ... fuckin'. "
"Now you're talking my language, baby. Let's go-"
I led him out of the club car and into a small alcove.
"Have you ever been screwed before while a train was rushing along at ninety miles an hour," he asked as we entered the room.
"Yeah, just before. With Tony."
"I'm gonna make Tony's fuck seem shameful."
"That remains to be seen," I replied.
"You're pretty experienced at this, aren't you?"
"Of course I am. I enjoy it too much not to be."
"Well maybe at last you found your match."
"I doubt that, but all the while you're standing there talking about it, nothing's happening."
"So right you are," he said, starting to remove his clothing. "I don't believe in rushing anything. I like to build up to it nice and slow, so when you finally get there it's like a reward and you take it good and hard."
"I don't have to build up to take anything good and hard. I'm always ready for it."
"You're going to love my cock, baby."
"Well, let's see it and I'll tell you if I will."
"If you want it, come over here and take it," he said, standing with his hands on his hips.
I moved across the room to him and began unbuckling his belt.
"No, not that way, baby. Take the long way around. Start with the shirt."
If this is the game he wanted to play, I'd play it with him. I'd also do anything else he wanted. After all, the poor sucker didn't know what he was in for, and I felt I owed at least that much.
Slowly my fingers began unbuttoning his shirt, pulling at the buttons one by one and letting the material part as his big, hairy chest came into view.
I felt myself turning on. I loved men who looked like men. Men who were strong and virile.
Once I'd slipped the shirt over his shoulders he stood naked from the waist up. I let my hand run through the thick mass of dark hair. I brought my lips over to kiss his chest. I slowly moved them back and forth to get him excited. I met a lot of characters like this. They knew what they liked. Knew what they wanted, and in this particular case, I was willing to do everything I knew, everything I ever learned. I had to get him so shook up that he didn't know whether he was coming or going. Otherwise, my plan would be ruined.
"Okay, baby. Now you can have it. Now you can take the pants off. Slide my drawers down and have that cock if you want it."
"Soon," I moaned, "but right now I'm doing my thing."
"Come on, baby. I'm starting to get really hot now."
"I know."
"Well, do something about it." I am.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
"I'm turning you on even more. Getting you even hotter. Remember the reward and all that business?"
"Yeah, but that's mine, baby. I play it my way."
"If you're playing with me, you play my way also."
"Okay, I'll let you have your fun," he said.
My hands and lips worked over his bare flesh, moving up along his chest and down over his thick arms till I came to a kneeling position in front of his large muscular body.
My fingers began working at his belt buckle once again. I opened it. Then he opened the snap and slid the zipper down pressing my fingers into him. I separated the material and let my mouth come down fully, wantonly on his undershorts that were sticking out from the hard-on he had.
"You weren't fooling around when you said you had a big cock, were you," I said, feeling the head.
"I never fool around."
"It's tremendous," I said. "It really is great. I can't wait to feel that thing doing its magic on my cunthole."
"Come on, baby, get on with it," he said.
"I am," I replied, letting his pants slide down past his knees. I began running my fingers up along his thighs, letting my lips follow behind in the trail I was making.
Sitting back on my haunches, I took his shoes off. His pants fell down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. I removed his socks and he stood only in his underpants with his dick throbbing beneath them.
Ever so slowly, I pulled the shorts down till these too were removed, and he stood naked.
I looked up at the beautiful body, at the tremendously long, thick whang in front of me. It must have been at least ten inches long and very thick. I knew that I had to switch my plans around slightly so that I could have this one. I couldn't let him go by without getting laid. After I'd finished, I'd find another way to get rid of him. But right now I was concentrating on one thing ... making him happy so that he could make me happy.
My lips began tracing a moist line over his legs, over his flat stomach and up onto his chest again.
"Come on," he said, "eat that cock, baby. Take it in your mouth and suck on it."
"I will in time. But for now, I still want to turn you on some more. Get you so excited that you'll really make this hump session the greatest."
"You've already gotten me feeling horny-all shook up inside."
"It's easy for me to do that when I have a rea man to work with."
"And I haven't even done anything to you yet, baby. I haven't been able to show you what I can do."
"But just the fact that you can stand there and let me do what I want to do proves to me you're a man. Proves to me that you have what it takes to see this thing through."
"I enjoy long sessions, baby. I told you that."
"Then that's what we'll have. A long session of fucking. I can feel that big dong stretching me and filling my hole with hot, juicy come."
All the while, I let my fingers roam over his body, squeezing. Touching, Massaging. Watching him reach an incredible size.
"Isn't this nice?"
"Sure is baby, but you can only get a man so hot before he has to fuck it off."
"Yeah, that's right. But you're not anywhere near that point yet. You can take a lot more pleasure."
"I suppose I can, but what about you?"
"I'm not exactly hopping on that horse-cock of yours yet."
"No, but that's because I'm not turning you on the way you're turning me on. You're doing it all now."
"That's because I want to give you a real good time that you'll never forget."
"If you really want to give me a good time baby, there are some things you'll have to do too. Some things you'll have to put up with and see if you can tolerate it."
"Anything you want, I'll do," I said honestly.
"In that case, it's now my turn," he said.
Now the situation was reversed and I was the one receiving the fingers. Feeling his hands roam all over my body.
"Get rid of that robe," he said.
"If you want it off then you get rid of it," I answered.
Without a moment's hesitation he slipped it off my shoulders. I allowed it to drop to the floor and stood completely naked in front of him.
"I can't screw you now, baby. I can't hop on that cunt of yours and fuck you."
"What are you talking about? Why not?"
"Don't get so shook up. You're going to get it. I'm gonna fuck that honey-pot of yours black and blue. But not right now. I'm too hot ... too horny. I'd shoot off in two seconds."
"That wouldn't do at all."
"I want you to know what it's like to have me inside you for a good long time."
My body was aching already, but I knew it was senseless for me to try to push things. Neither one of us really rated a fuck. Neither one of us knew just exactly what it was to please the other and we had a lot of exploring to do first. But at this point, even if I wanted to change his mind, I knew I couldn't. I had started the ball rolling and now he was caught up in the game. All I could do was lean against the wall and close my eyes as his hands moved over my body and think about what it was going to be like when I got every last inch of it up my twat.
"That's the girl. Just stay there like that and relax. Let me work you over for a while. Let me turn your body on."
"You're doing a good job of it," I said truthfully. "It's the preliminaries that turn a girl on, you know."
"That's what makes a guy want it also, baby. The actual fuck is the height of it, but this is what gets his cock rock solid-just like mine."
His lips were now where his hands were on my body. Making sucking sounds as he took my flesh into his mouth. He sucked wildly all around my tits but never touching them with his lips.
"Come on," I said, "don't tease. Turn me on, baby, but don't tease. Suck those hot tits of mine." I pleaded, actually wanting him to.
And then he moved in closer and his head bent lower. His tongue snaked out, darting insanely over my solid, swollen nipples that long needed desperately to be touched.
"Do it more," I begged of him. "Don't stop."
His tongue worked in slow, rhythmic circles, just barely touching. I took it as long as I could and then suddenly I pushed out against his mouth. My own excitement spread to him and he took my swollen tit in between his lips and began sucking, nibbling, as his hand moved up along my side. He grabbed hold of my tender flesh, squeezing and playing with it.
"That's it. This is wonderful. You've really got me going now, baby. Keep it up. Don't let me come down."
"I'm not going to let you come down," he said, pulling his mouth away from me. "I'm going to drive you up higher and higher until you feel like a balloon about to burst. Then I'm going to crack you open with this cock of mine and let it all come out."
"I love getting my tits sucked," I admitted. "Love to have a mouth pressed hard against them."
"With tits like these, it's hard not to suck them. They're nice and big and ripe. Just begging for my hot mouth. Just pleading for my lips to come down and suck them up. It's hard to resist biting them off and chewing them up, eating them like candy."
Then his head was down again and he was sucking, biting, chewing. His head moved from side to side as he gave each melon a turn.
This sucker was driving me nuts. Whichever tit his lips weren't on, his hand was squeezing, cupping it, playing with the nipple. And it seemed that I was floating on a cloud.
Suddenly, he knelt down in front of me and let his lips trail down over my flat stomach.
"Spread those legs baby."
I opened my legs in anticipation of his eating me. But instead, his lips just moved up and down between them, biting at the flesh high on my thigh, letting his hair rub against my twat.
"Eat me, baby. Eat that pussy. Take that creamy cunt in your mouth and suck it," I yelled, barely able to stand on my feet anymore.
Then, gratefully, I felt him easing me down on the bed. I thought the time had come. That he was going to take me. But I was wrong. Instead, he let his hand roam over my body, lingering on my thighs. He pulled himself on top of me, but kept his cock out of my hole. I moaned as I felt it rub against the outside of my hot box.
"Put it in," I pleaded. "I can't take much more of this."
"That's the point, baby. I want you hotter than you've ever been before. When the time's right, I want you to hop on that cock and give it the fuck of a lifetime."
"Oh, I will, I will. My pussy's going to eat that cock right up. Suck it up and hold it tight," I said, moving my hands up into his.
Now he moved further down and his head was level with my stomach. He began the same tonguing motion. That licking, flicking of his tongue that was driving me insane. Each time he made contact with my flesh it sent bolts of lightning through all of me. Made me want to scream out with pleasure. But instead I just gritted my teeth and thrashed my head back and forth on the bed.
"I have to confess I didn't think you were anything like this. I knew you had a big cock and were just like all the other guys. But you're not. You're different. You really know how to treat a woman."
"This isn't anything compared to how you'll feel when I part those beautiful creamy pink little cunt lips and ram my big thick rod way up into that slit of yours."
"Oh, I can't wait. I want to fuck you to death. I want to grab onto that cock and have it stuck in me forever."
"That's the way I feel about your pussy, baby. It was meant to be fucked by my cock. It was meant to have something as big and beautiful as my tool to work it over."
"Yes, you're right. It deserves you. It's a good box. A good pussy. It loves to get fucked. Loves to give the cock that's in it a good time. And it needs something like your prick to make it happy."
Suddenly the conversation stopped as he pressed his lips to my stomach and began sucking on it. Loudly, deeply. Taking the flesh into his mouth. His hands came up and grabbed hold of my tits, holding onto them for dear life as a drowning man would a life preserver.
Judging from the groans coming from him, I knew that he was having as good a time as I was.
His tongue was moving around the navel now, licking at the little indentation, making me moan and groan as he got closer and closer to that spot which was so vulnerable ... so ready to be had.
"Let me shove this beautiful, fantastic cunt up into that face of yours. Let me feel that tongue of yours dig in and take it all. Suck it. Lick it. Bite it," I screamed in a rage.
The two of us were really at boiling point, really out of our minds with passion and we had to have each other's bodies. Had to give way to the desires, the urges running through us; passing between us silently but demandingly.
"I'm gonna eat that pussy dry. I'm gonna take that box and make it mine. Own it. Possess it," he said, taking his finger and playing with the mouth of my cunt.
"Fuck it. Finger fuck it. Suck it. But do something. Anything. I can't stand this torture any more."
"This isn't torture, baby. This is being turned on all the way. You're a hot little bitch when you're like this. I dig it. It really excites me to see you like this."
"I want to excite you till you're ready to explode. You're my man. My stud. My horsecock."
"You want to be my girl, baby? You want me to hump you every day, twice a day like this?"
"I'll let you know when you get that bull-dong working. Driving. Piling up tight into that juicy slit of mine. It's begging for it. Need's it. Wants it desperately "
"Talk to me, doll. Tell me all about it."
"There's nothing to tell yet."
"Sure there is. You've probably never been this excited before. Never been so hot. So ready. So juicy and ripe to be fucked."
"That's for sure. I've never felt this way with anyone before. You're a real cunt-humping stud, . but so far you haven't done any humping. You could be the worst lay in the world with just a big build-up, a big line that adds up to nothing."
"This isn't nothing, baby," he said, grabbing my hand and putting it on his big dingdong tool.
"That's for sure. That's the biggest prick I know and my pussy is longing for it. Begging for it. Please," I said, "sock it to me, baby. Sock it to me right between my legs. Let me have it up that slit-hole. Give it to me. Hard. Fast. Devastate me. Turn me on. Screw me. Eat me. Fuck me. Suck me. Do everything. Do it all at once. Do it one at a time. I don't care. But do it, baby. Do it to me. Make me go nuts."
"You're going nuts already, baby. You're really turned on. You're really a hot lay ... screw ... hump."
"Only with you. No one else."
"What about Tony?"
"He didn't get me this hot. He didn't turn me on like this."
"I have to watch out for him. If he wants you, wants you for his girl. I'm in trouble if he catches me messing around with you."
"Don't I have any say in the matter?"
"Not much."
"You don't know Tony. He gets what he wants and then keeps it all to himself."
"Maybe he has some learning to do and believe me, I'm just the girl who could teach him."
"That's for damn sure. You could teach a lot of men a lot of things."
"You're not so bad, yourself," I said. "You surely taught me something. Taught me how to really enjoy myself. Let myself go. To hold on and keep for as long as possible the feelings that are running through my body. The sensations that you're making. My nipples are standing erect, screaming, itching to be laid. Itching to have you. Itching to be the receiver of your hot come."
"All of it will happen in time. All of what you're talking about is going to be done to you. Everything. Everything that people have ever talked about ... thought about ... dreamed about, is what I'm going to do to you before we're finished."
I was totally insane with pleasure. I felt like I was turned on by some sort of hallucinatory drug and went to heaven where everything was perfect, beautiful all the time. There was no bad. No evil.
No pain. Nothing. Just pure unadulterated physical pleasure. And it made me sad when I had to think about the reason for getting this stud involved in the first place.
He really turned me on strongly, hotly. And my little cunt lips were drooling for him.
Now his lips were moving all around in slow, even circles at the tops of my thighs. Biting, sucking at my flesh, really sending shivers racing wildly, uncontrollably through my body.
"That's it, baby," I screamed. "That's it. Eat that pussy. Bring that hot, drooling, dripping mouth of yours up higher. Clamp onto it. Bite into that tender pussy flesh. Suck my box till it erupts."
"It's been a long time since you've had a workout like this, hasn't it."
"Yes. A long, long time."
"Then you'll appreciate what I'm gonna give you all the more. It'll feel twice as good when I hump you. Twice as good when I put my cock into you. You'll never want me to stop. And I won't. I'll throw such a fuck into you that you'll be walking bow-legged for the next three weeks."
"At least I'll be in position if anyone else wants to get their hot cock in there."
"Nobody's cock is going to be as hot as this one. Nobody will be able to screw you like I'm going to. I'm going to fuck you inside out. Maybe even fuck that tight little ass-hole of yours."
"That's been done before."
"Not by me," he said. "Nobody can handle a rod up the ass like I can. Nobody can plug up your rear and finger your cunt at the same time like I do. Nobody."
I couldn't take it anymore. I arched my back higher and slammed my hot box onto his face.
He licked the outer rim of my hole, making slow circles with his tongue. I felt his fingers spreading my cunt-lips ... and then his tongue was on my clitoris, sending waves of sensations through me.
"Oh, baby," I moaned. "Lick it. Lick it stiff."
He kept the pace slow but firm, and I felt my cunt swimming in its own lubrication. I wanted to come. Wanted to let my juice flow into his mouth. Wanted to feel my clitoris, my own little prick against his tongue.
"Faster! Faster," I rasped, crazed with lust and desire.
His head started to bob quickly up and down as he slid his tongue in and out of my slit. My body writhed as he pulled on my big knobs, kneading the flesh there.
Suddenly he pulled his mouth away from me. "Okay, baby," he said, "fuck me. Come on and hump that pussy off that bed and fling in onto my face. Wiggle it around on my tongue."
"That's what I want. That's what I need," I said, spreading my legs even wider than they had been.
"That's it, baby. Get them really spread so that I can see those pretty little pink lips. See that dripping little hole of yours."
I forced myself to open even further, pushing one leg upward on the wall and dangling the other one over the side of the mattress, affording him a view of all that I had to offer.
"That's good, baby. Now I can see your hole and that fat, throbbing clit of yours covered with juice."
"Do you like it? Is it pretty," I asked.
"It's a beauty," he said, fingering all around it. "It's the most beautiful snatch I've ever laid eyes on. It's going to be heaven when I stick you. Give it to you inch by inch and slide it in and out until you can take the whole thing in one easy stroke. Cock-head to cock-stem, with my balls banging you in the ass every time I grind down into you."
He positioned himself, kneeling between my spread legs, hovering over me with cock in hand.
"Let me have it now," I cried. "Let me feel it ram up me. Let me feel it slide in and out until it shoots tons of white come into me."
I couldn't wait any more. I lifted my hips toward him. "Plug me," I rasped.
"Okay, baby," he said. "Put that cock in. Set it right. Put it into that slit of yours."
I reached down between his legs, grabbed hold of his dick and positioned it at the edge of my cunt lips. Then eagerly I lifted myself onto it. I felt the huge dick separate my cunt lips and slide into my slit.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard. Pump that ramrod all the way into me."
"Oh, baby," he moaned. "Take it, take it all. Take the whole fuckin' length of it right up that twat of yours. Right up that greasy, slimy, wet slit. Take this cunt-humper and ride it. Ride it hard!"
His weight collapsed against me and the rest of his tool plunged up my hole, slamming home, grinding away into me.
I felt his balls slap and bang against my ass-cheeks as he rode me. Each stroke felt like a bolt of lightning cutting through me, tearing me, filling me.
"Faster. Do it to me faster," I moaned. "Make me scream out. Make me want it more. Make me want to eat it while it's inside my cunt."
"Just keep fucking me, baby. Just keep those hips moving. Keep that pussy locked onto me. Grind with me. Move that little belly of yours. Churn into me."
"Oh yes. This is it. This is heaven. This is what I was made for. That's what my pussy was made for. That's what your cock was made for. It was all made for this instant. This moment being here with you. Being wrecked. Ruined. Thrashed at. Banged at. Humped. Fucked. That's what life is all about. Two people, a man and a woman together like this. Locked by cunt and cock. One squeezing the other. Clinging on desperately. Needing each other terribly and having their hips race, piston up and down, back and forth, in and out."
"That's it. You know it. You got it. You're in, baby."
"No, you are. You're deep in my twat now. That beautiful little man of yours hanging between your legs is doing his wonder ... doing his magic at my hole..."
Then my conversation was cut off as his lips ground down onto my own. His tongue worked its way in and out of my mouth in a fucking motion, just like his prick was doing in my cunt.
I never wanted it to stop. Never wanted to feel that final thrust. And yet I knew I couldn't hold back much longer.
"You almost ready, baby? You almost ready to cream all over my cock?"
"Yes! Yes! I'm ready! I'm ready for you to squirt me. To fill my pussy with your hot come."
"I'm almost there. I'm almost over the brink," he screamed, letting his hands slip in between our chests. He grabbed hold of my tits and dug his fingers into the sensitive mounds.
He was racing now. Riding my hole furiously. Pounding up and down. Thrashing the whole length of his dick in and out of my cunt.
The mattress shook and squeaked under the weight of our undulating bodies.
Then I felt it happening in my loins. Felt them turning on, hot with fire. I felt his body stiffening on top of me. His muscles became taut and I knew that at any second he would let go and shoot off.
This knowledge set my mind reeling and I felt pleasure from my fingertips to my toes. All I could think about ... all I could visualize what that big cock of his sliding in and out of my cunt, pushing my lips open. Crushing my clitoris down against my own canal. It was heaven. It was beautiful.
We were thrashing and straining our bodies toward fulfillment. Heightening our movements, reaching for that moment of ultimate pleasure.
"Okay, baby, this is it," I screamed. "I'm gonna cream. I'm gonna come and flood you out."
"Hang on." he moaned, thrashing wildly into me. "I'm coming too, baby. I'm coming. I'm gonna shoot hot streams of sperm into you. My nuts are all filled up. They're ready. They're ready to fire!"
"Now," I yelled.
"Yes, now!"
It was happening. The hot, white fires were releasing and spreading throughout our bodies, driving us insane. We were clawing and biting at each other. We were like two animals. Two fucking animals, concerned only with the pulsations of our bodies.
"Oh, beautiful cock, fill me," I moaned out, undulating beneath him.
"Yes. Yes. It'll fill you, baby. It'll fill you till there's no room left inside your body. Fill you till it flows over us."
Then there was silence. Silence while we finished each other off.
And then exhaustion.
He pulled out and rolled off of me. We lay there fulfilled but drained of every emotion, every ounce of energy we had. I wanted to curl up in his arms and go to sleep. But I knew I couldn't I had a job to do and I had to get it done. I'd spent too much time with this guy already and time was running out. I had to do everything as quickly as I possibly could. One, two, three, bang. No more of this fooling around business, otherwise my ass was going to be in some jam.
"I'll be right back," I said, lifting myself up off the mattress.
"Where you going?"
"To the bathroom," I lied as I picked the robe up from the floor and threw it around my naked body.
"Hurry back."
"Don't go anywhere," I begged him.
I won t. "Promise?"
I promise.
CHAPTER FIVE
In a moment I was through the door and walking toward my seat. As I walked past one of the door guards he gave me a warm smile. I smiled back suggestively, wanting him to think about me for a little while. Wanting him to remember me because he was to be next.
But right now, I had to worry about my last victim who lay spent and exhausted. Ready to be gotten rid of.
I reached my seat and got my luggage down from the overhead rack. I took out a box of dusting powder and took it with me back through the train.
"Where are you going, baby," the guard asked me as I approached him.
"I have to take care of something," I said. "But I'll be back soon. Very soon."
"You're a pretty hot dish, baby."
"You're not bad yourself."
"You always walk around dressed like this?"
"Just when there's something I want."
"Did you get it."
"Not yet."
"What is it that you want."
"You, baby."
"You got me."
"You better believe it," I answered securely. "Sure of yourself, aren't you."
"Shouldn't I be?" I asked.
"I guess so. I guess you know what you're doing."
"I surely do."
"Will I see you soon?"
"Sooner than you can imagine. I don't fool around. But I have one question."
"What's that."
"My place or yours?"
"I guess it's going to have to be yours since I don't have one."
"My pleasure."
"See you shortly."
"Yeah," I answered, moving past him and back into the other car.
When I reached the compartment I opened the door and walked in. The lunkhead was still sprawled out on the mattress, smoking a cigarette, looking like he couldn't move if his life depended on it.
And he didn't know just how much his life did depend on his moving.
"What's that," he asked, pointing to the talcum powder.
"I stopped off at my seat and got this from my luggage. It's dusting powder. I'm all sweated and this will help. You'll like it, it smells nice and pretty."
"If you say so," he answered without much interest.
I took the powder box, opened it and took out the large puff. I dabbed it all around my breasts, covering the nipples and cleavage with the fine, white substance. Then, I moved the soft puff up along my chest to my neck and onto my shoulders.
Without further delay, I went to lie down on the bed next to my victim. I raised his head off the pillow and cradled it against my bosom, holding him tightly against me.
"Oh baby, would I love to have another round with you. Would I ever love to have you start right over from the beginning."
"That's not a bad idea, is it," he answered.
"No."
"You're really a hot piece of ass, baby."
"And you've got some dick. The way you use it really turns me on," I said sincerely.
He turned over on his side now and his head was buried in my breasts, teasingly close to my nipples.
"That powder does smell nice," he said. "I told you it would."
"It's just like perfume. It makes your breasts smell so sweetly."
"Eat them. Eat my tits. Suck them. Suck all that powder off. Suck those ripe nipples that are longing for your touch," I moaned, grinding my body against him.
"Yeah, baby, those nipples are really nice. A perfect pair. A beautiful match."
He lowered his head and began licking my breasts, sucking on the nipples, moving his tongue back and forth over my smooth, white skin.
He alternated between the two mounds, giving each equal time. And with each lick and suck he cleansed my flesh, removing the powder with his tongue.
"Wait, no more," I said. "Let me rest for a moment before we start again. Just lay back and relax while I get my breath."
He did as I suggested without so much as a murmur. I suppose he thought that as soon as I got my second wind, I'd be the same old hot box I was only a little while ago. Little did he know.
It was too bad, I thought to myself. It really could have been nice, but instead it had to be this way. Had to for the sake of my plan.
In a moment he jumped to a sitting position, clutching at his stomach. Grabbing at it and grasping for air.
I hopped off the bed and went to stand in the corner watching him. His eyes stared fire and he glared hatred at me as he realized what had happened.
He made an attempt to get off the bed and get to me. But he couldn't make it. Instead he fell flat on his face on the floor.
I knew he was finished. Completely and totally finished. A dead fish. My magic little powder had worked. It was great stuff. A pharmacist friend had made it up for me. I think it was a combination of rat poison and cyanide, guaranteed to work almost instantly every time without fail.
I went to the window, unlocked it and opened it as wide as I possibly could. Then I tried desperately to drag the guy over, to lift him up off the floor.
It took every ounce of strength I had left in my body to get him over and leaning out the window. Then, with my final farewell, I took hold of his ankles and slipped them up in the air, pushing his naked body off the moving train. I picked up his clothing and threw it off as well.
Then I closed the window and straightened the room up, making sure there was no traces that he'd been here. No traces of what had happened in this room between us.
When I was sure, I unlocked the door and moved out into the corridor, quickly moving to the ladies room. I washed the rest of the talcum off my body. Then, confidently, I moved back into the corridor and turned in the direction of the car where my next victim was waiting.
CHAPTER SIX
"Hi handsome, I told you I'd be back."
"You're here sooner than I expected."
"When you dig men as much as I do, you don't waste very much time getting to them."
"I'm glad about that," he said letting his hand come up onto my shoulder. "You're all sex, baby," I smiled moving closer to him.
"You're the kind of guy a girl looks for when she's really hot and wants to get a good lay. I bet you could really carry on, really swing in bed."
"You know it, baby."
"What are we standing here in the hall for? It's kind of stupid when we could be locked away in some little room, and you could be beating me to death with that club-cock of yours."
"You really turn on fast."
"I'm always turned on."
"And here I thought it was me."
"I'm turned on more than usual, so don't worry about it. You can still keep your ego high."
"If you hump as well as you talk, you must be some hell of a lay." He smiled, pulling me in even closer. He rubbed his already hard prick against my leg.
"That's some baseball bat you've got there," I said grinding my body harder against his.
"That's to hit home runs with, baby. Right out of the park."
"How about playing a little ball on this field," I asked seductively, undulating my hips.
"I'd love to. I can't think of anything I'd rather do than take a swing at that mound of yours."
"I'm not going to play ball in here in the hallway, though."
"If you get me any hotter, you will."
"I'll get you hotter, but not here."
"Did you arrange for a place?"
"Yes, I got us a lovely little compartment with a bed, all ready and waiting."
"I have to go and tell the guy in the next car to watch my post and take over for me while I fuck the crap out of you."
My brain raced ahead. He didn't have to be too fucking smart to realize something was wrong when he walked into the back car and didn't find his friend there, and then continued on and didn't find his other friend in the spot he was supposed to be. I was sure that he'd know that things were amiss and that he'd know that I was the cause of it.
"I already told the one in the other direction to take over."
"Well the one up there has his hands full. He has a full car of people. The guy behind me only has the club car where everybody's so stoned that they don't know what they're doing anyway."
I was stunned. For a moment I didn't know what to do, as he took my arm and started leading me back to the other car.
"Come on, sweetheart, let's go. You seem to be moving pretty slowly for someone who wants to be screwed ... for someone who wants to get it badly. Or maybe you were just telling me that to turn me on. Maybe I'm not turning you on that much at all."
That was my out. That was what I would do. That was how I was going to prevent him from finding out.
"Oh you do. You really do. I swear. You're the biggest, handsomest man I've met in a very long time. I can't wait. I really can't wait to get at your body. I can't wait to get my juicy, moist lips on that big, throbbing cockhead of yours. Can't wait to suck it up ... take it all the way to the balls, right down my throat ... have you fuck my mouth silly ... have you grind and bump your hips right into my face, rubbing that beautiful masculine brush against my face."
"That's what I like to hear. That's the way you can really get me all hot and bothered."
"Tell me about your body," I moaned out to him, getting in front of him and putting my hands on his shoulders.
"What about it. You can see it baby."
"No I can't. Your clothes hide it. Do you have a hairy chest? Do you have muscles?"
"I've got a nice thick, curly mat for you to run your fingers through. And as far as muscles go, I've got them in places you've never dreamed of."
"That really turns me on. I love to suck on a nice hairy chest while rubbing my hands up and down a well muscled thigh."
As I spoke, I kept him pinned to the corridor wall, keeping him from getting out of the car.
"Is your cock as big as it seems? Can it ram up my cunt and make me scream with ecstasy?"
"My cock is big, but it gets bigger and fatter with each stroke it takes. It can ram you till you can't take it anymore. I'll more than please you baby, don' worry about that. My body and my dick were put together for a woman like you. One who really wants it and can really appreciate it."
Oh, now you've got me going. Now you've really turned me on. My cunt is twitching and I can feel the juices bubbling up around my clitoris. I can't turn off now. I can't wait another second. The room's just over there, just another door down."
"Hold on baby, I'll only be another couple of seconds."
"No. No. I have to have it now," I screamed. "I've got to have it. I can't wait. I'll go nuts."
I fell to my knees in front of his big cock and groped at it through the material.
"Come on baby, hold on. Play it cool."
"I can't. I can't. I have to have it now. This instant," I rasped, pulling his fly down and reaching in and grabbing hold of his swollen tool. I pulled it out, and caressed its arrow-like head with my fingertips.
"Give it to me," I moaned. "I need it."
Then in a second, my tongue was running up and down the length of it making him quiver and shake above me.
"Oh baby," he moaned. "Go. Suck it. Eat it all. Turn me on the way I know you can. Make me go crazy the way you are. Make me want to fuck you this minute."
"Oh, sweetheart, you're ripe and ready. This cock's so beautiful. It's just meant for my big, hot, thick, swollen tongue."
"Yeah, baby, yeah. You've got me. You've got me good. Eat my meat, baby. Eat that joint between my legs."
"Oh," I moaned, caressing his prick. "This will feel like nothing you've ever known before. This will be the best cock licking you've ever felt. The best tongue you've ever had. But remember, this is only my tongue now. Only my tongue working over your meat. Nothing else. I'm not going to even eat it yet. I'm not going to take it into my big, hot mouth and let you feel my teeth against it. I'm just going to lick it all over, from your balls right up to that oozing head."
"Good girl. Good cock-licker, that's you."
"Wait till you feel me eat it. Wait till you feel me wrap these hot lips around it."
"Yeah, baby, put those juicy ripe lips of yours on that swollen dick of mine. Eat me, you hear? Suck me off."
I had him right where I wanted him. Now I knew he was ready. That I could maneuver him. Get him to do what I wanted.
Suddenly, I was standing, letting my fingers work at the buttons of his shirt, letting my slide in onto his bare, hairy chest.
"Oh baby, you have some body. You really turn me on. You really weren't kidding when you said that your body and cock was meant for a woman like me. A woman who could appreciate it and get the most out of it."
What are you doing," he asked. "What are you doing now? Why aren't you down there on your knees in front of me, eating my cock?"
"I'm getting you ready. I'm getting me ready. Getting both of us ready for the best suck-off you've ever known."
The old, strange feelings were racing through my body. I was turned on. I wasn't playing a game anymore. I wasn't kidding him. I was hot. Really hot. Really bothered. Having these studs, one right after the other was getting me crazy. Driving me insane with passion.
"Kneel down," he ordered.
Without thinking, without waiting a second, I obeyed him and once again knelt in front of his stiff tool.
I wasn't concerned about getting him into the room now. Wasn't worried that he might continue his journey and see that the guys weren't there. I knew he was mine. Knew he wasn't going anywhere. Knew that all he wanted this minute was for me to kneel down in front of him and eat his meat.
"You want me to eat your cunt, don't you, baby. You want me to suck you off."
"Yeah, that's what I want. That's what my honey-pot needs."
"Okay, let's have that licking that you promised that hard dick staring you in the face. Let's see you lick it good all over."
I reached out, grabbed hold of his thighs and buried my head in his brush. Sticking my tongue snake-like into the thick, curly hair, I worked back and forth over the dark thatch.
He moaned above me as my tongue moved onto his ramrod. I ran a moist line up and down the length of it. Licking it. Kissing it. Nibbling on its head.
At last I opened my mouth wide and took the throbbing tool into my mouth. I bobbed back and forth in a humping motion, sending shivers of passion through my own body.
"Don't forget my balls, sweetheart. Don't forget to lick those big baubles hanging there. They're just waiting for your hot tongue."
"I couldn't forget them. I couldn't ever forget them. They're so beautiful. So big. So warm," I answered, lowering my head a little more. "I'm going to eat those nuts of yours silly."
I buried my face into his fly and let my tongue slip down around the big base of his cock till I felt the soft warm sack on my tongue. As I licked at them I took my hand and played with his ever erect meat, stroking and licking till I felt his hand on my head.
"Stop it baby," he said. "That's enough for now." He pulled me from his down and helped me to my feet. "Come on, let's go into that room now. Let's go in there so I can strip off this clothing and really give you what you want."
We quickly covered the distance to the compartment, and in a moment we were locked inside the small room.
"Here you go baby, I'm taking it off. I'm taking everything off so I can give you my body to do as you please."
"Oh how delicious," I screamed. "It's going to be so good. So fantastically good."
I watched as he stripped out of his clothing. Watched as each article dropped to the floor. And then he was naked. His beautiful body exposed fully to my view.
I moved over to him, dropped to my knees and began licking the head of his dick like it was an ice cream cone.
"Oh baby, that feels great. That tongue of yours really is a little wonder."
"And this cock of yours is a pretty big wonder," I answered him with a smile on my face.
"I'm all yours baby. Go to town."
"Spread your legs. Spread them nice and wide. Spread them so that I can really get to work on those sacs. On that hunk of meat you have soaring between them."
He spread his powerful legs as wide as he could, and once again I took hold of his joint in my mouth. I fondled his balls with my hands, squeezing them, rubbing them, feeling them all around.
It was funny, one man was just like the next in this position. Vulnerable. Open. Moaning. Groaning. Grunting. Carrying on.
"Lower baby," I said. "Get on your knees and spread your legs."
"What for?"
"You'll see," I answered him.
"Okay sweetheart. Anything you want. You're directing this show ... right now."
In a second he was on his spread knees. I jumped to the floor and lying flat on my back, I slid between them until his balls were hanging just an inch or so over my face.
"Okay, sit on my face. Sit down and let those balls get a workout," I said.
He eased his weight on top of me and I began licking. Flicking my tongue out in all directions, letting it come in contact with anything, everything. He was moaning and groaning and moving around on top of me.
He pressed harder down on my face and I thought I would smother to death. But at the same instant, I knew how I was going to get rid of him. Knew how I could eliminate him and have a good time while I was doing it.
I was glad that I'd been able to think of a way to get rid of this one because suddenly, his hands were on my tits, driving me insane. He was playing with the nipples, squeezing the tender, ripe flesh and I couldn't think of anything but his cock, his balls and his big hands working on my tits.
He removed one of his enormous hands from my breast and reaching behind him, worked his fingers down over my smooth, flat stomach, to my triangle.
His fingers played with the hair there, digging into my warm flesh. I spread my legs, raising them off the floor, bending them at the knee.
His hand slipped in between my thighs and I felt his fingers on the outside of my cunt lips. I squirmed with pleasure as he moved inside to my clitoris, which was already rock-hard.
I moaned into his balls as I felt him inserting his fingers into my hole. In and out they moved, slowly at first, but then with greater speed.
I began moving my head from side to side, giving him more of a thrill, making him feel as I felt ... hot and full, ready to explode.
"That's sure a nice little cunthole you have there," he rasped as his fingers shoved all the way up me.
I groaned in response to his touch.
"That's such a juicy box. I can't wait to get my tongue into it." And with that he raised himself off of me and swung his body around to a sixty-nine position.
His fingers spread my lips so that his tongue could slide into my hole. I shoved his cock into my mouth and sucked it hard while my hands caressed those lovely balls.
His tongue fucked my twat while his rod worked in and out of my mouth.
Suddenly, I pulled my body away, jumped to my feet and went flying to the bed.
I flung myself down on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could. "Fuck me, you big whore master," I screamed. "Come over here and plunge that poker into this wee pussy. Give me a real hot fucking."
"Oh baby, you know you're going to get humped. You know you're going to get the best lay you've ever had."
"Show me, don't tell me about it."
He was on the bed now, kneeling between my wide spread legs and feeling around my pussy-hole with his index finger, sending shivers through my moist, juicy lovehole.
"Come on baby, dick me," I cried undulating my hips on the mattress.
In an instant, he was over me on all fours, his face glistening with sweat. His huge cockhead, pressing ever so lightly against me. It was almost as if he were afraid. Afraid to plunge in. Afraid to dive down and give me the whole thing. Afraid that he wouldn't be able to hold back.
It took everything I had to just lay there, to stop myself from working my hips furiously, pounding upward, driving my pussy uptight onto onto his stiff rod. But, I wanted it to last. Wanted it to last longer than it would if I began to hump with him.
So, patiently I gritted my teeth and clenched my fists, and lay there waiting for him to regain control of himself and give me what I wanted. In my own way, I wanted to make this good for him. Wanted to let him enjoy every minute of it. Every split second. Wanted him to get all the thrills and enjoyment he possibly could. Because, after all, it was going to be his last screw. His last pussy, and the poor unsuspecting slob deserved a good hump.
Gradually, he worked his meat all the way in between my pussylips and his body weight came down on top of me, pinning me to the mattress.
He began slow, but deep plunges, sliding about two or three inches in and out. He worked up his speed as he worked up my hole, and before long I was moaning loudly beneath him, as he fucked me fast and furious with every inch of his prick.
All the while, his hands were digging into my buttocks, squeezing my ass-cheeks, pulling me up further into his driving rod, his lips were sucking at my nipple.
I wondered for a moment if I should stop him. If I should make him pull out while he was still hot and horny enough to do what I wanted. But then I realized there was no stopping him now. I would have to let him shoot his load into my hot little twat and think of another way to get rid of him.
Then, miraculously, he pulled out of his own free accord.
"I'm too hot, sweetheart. I don't want to come yet. This is too good to have it be so short."
"Oh my pussy. My poor little cunt," I groaned. "Eat it. Eat it while you're out of me," I pleaded, twisting and turning, putting on an act that I should have gotten an academy award for.
Without a word, he left his head down between my spread thighs, licking upward along the inside of my legs until his tongue made contact with the moist outer lips of my beautiful, tender little hole.
I began to jerk my body spasmodically, pretending he was driving me insane. And I knew from the groans coming from between my legs, he loved it. Loved every lick, every jerk of my body.
It was time to act, I decided. It was now or never. Once again I moved out of his reach.
"Lie on your back," I said. "I have a few thrills for you that you never even knew were possible."
I stepped off the bed and let him position himself on his back. When he was ready with his mouth open and his tongue hanging out, I began straddling his head, then eased my pussy down on his tense, stiff tongue, taking his cock into my mouth.
His nose was sticking into the crack of my ass, playing tag with my anus as I lifted my cunt to and fro on his mouth.
His breath was coming in short gasps now, and it was getting more and more difficult for him to breathe. The hot pussy clamped over his mouth longer and longer with each stroke. The poor snatch-crazy idiot didn't realize that he was suffocating. Didn't realize what I was doing to him. And then finally, I lifted myself and heard him gasp desperately for air, as his cock stiffened to unbelievable hardness, as he was getting ready to shoot his load.
Now was the time. Now, my mind screamed. This was it as I pressed my cunt lips down over his mouth harder than ever, squeezing the muscles of my ass tightly closed over his nose, sucking wildly on his cock. I held myself like this. Kept my muscles tight, taut, slamming down hard onto his face.
In a couple of minutes, his arms began thrashing and his legs moved out in opposite directions. But the stupid bastard still didn't realize, still didn't know what was happening. He was too out of his head, too excited, too weak with pleasure to realize.
I pulled my lips from his cock and sat up, letting all my weight down on his face, wiggling and squirming my pussy deeper, harder, downward.
Taking his huge tool in my hand, I began beating his meat furiously to keep him from catching on, to keep him from knowing. To keep him from coming back to reality, down to earth.
His body was thrashing crazily around, but I held my position. The muscles in my buttocks, in my thighs, were beginning to ache, as the fool thrashed his head back and forth, only impaling himself deeper into the soft flesh that was smothering him.
"Eat me," I screamed out. "Eat me, you fucking bastard. Give me that tongue, you beautiful cock-stud."
My hand worked with fury now, racing up and down on the stem of his dick. And his swollen cock became even stiffer. Suddenly, a long white stream began flowing from it.
And then, his body stopped thrashing, stopped moving altogether. A strange sound came from beneath me, and his hands went limp over the sides of the bed.
I still held my position, but let go of his cock and reached for both sides of the bed with each of my arms. I pushed down on them, forcing myself even further onto him, squashing his head against the mattress. I sat like this for a long time. There was no motion. His chest wasn't heaving, and there was no movement in his stomach.
But still I stayed like this for a while longer, assuring myself that he was finished. Then slowly, I released my hold.
My legs ached as I got to my feet, but there was no doubt in my mind now that I had successfully gotten rid of number three.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Now the question was how to get rid of the body. How to get him out of the compartment without anyone seeing. Without anyone knowing what had happened.
Again the window was the answer. I went over to it, pushing it as hard as I could upward, trying to open the fucking thing. But no matter how hard I tried, no matter how hard I pushed, I couldn't budge it. Couldn't raise it.
And then there was a knock at the door. Panic raced through my body, smashing into my head. What was I going to do? I couldn't open it. Couldn't let whoever it was see my friend in here like this ... dead.
What had happened, I wondered. Had they been to the back of the train? Had they noticed that there were two men missing from their posts? Was my number up? Was this the end of little Jane Dumb?
"Just a minute," I called.
"Open up this door," came a harsh voice.
"I grabbed hold of the limp body and without making much of a sound, dropped him to the floor and pushed him under the bed. Then I took the sheet and pulled it over the side until it hung down low enough to hide the body.
Quickly, I gathered his clothing and pushed it under the bed as well.
Then I grabbed my sheer gown, pulled it on, walked to the door and opened it casually.
"You here alone," the guy asked.
"No, I have sixteen men hiding here," I answered fliply.
"Where's the guy that was in here with you?"
"He went down to the men's room. He had a few things to take care of."
"Okay, baby," he said, starting to close the door.
My mind raced ahead. I knew he would probably be on his way to the men's room to see if I was telling the truth.
"Just a second," I said. "Before you go would you do me a favor?"
"What is it?"
"This little room is so hot, I can't bear it. Even in this thin gown I'm s-sweltering." I forced the words out of my mouth and thought of the body under the bed. "I can't open the window. Would you do it for me?"
"Sure thing," he said, moving into the room.
"Hey, you got some build on you," I said. I knew how to get to these stupid studs. Knew how to get them to do whatever I wanted.
"Thanks, sweetheart."
"I bet you really know how to treat a woman. Really know how to turn her on with that body."
"I try," he said casually, moving toward the window and pushing upward on the frame.
Quickly I walked up behind him and let my rest on his big biceps.
"These are some muscles you have there. I'd sure love to have a go with you. What do you say, honey," I said, edging upward along his arms and snuggling against his back.
"Maybe later, sweetheart. But first I have things I have to do," he said.
"Why later," I asked, sounding confident. "Tony said I could have anything I wanted. And right now I want you."
"I don't think that's what Tony meant."
"If you want I'll check with him. I'm sure he wouldn't like the idea of anybody backing out on his orders."
"I'm not backing out, sweetheart. I'm not saying anything. If that's what you want, that's what you'll get."
"That's what I want, alright," I said, letting my arms encircle him. They slid down his chest and I grabbed hold of his meat.
"I can't open it," he said, turning to face me.
"Sure you can," I egged him on. "You're strong enough to break the fucking thing if you have to."
"I can't do that, baby," he said after trying once more to lift the frame.
"Okay," I said. "I've got more important things , to do right now, anyway. How about taking off your shirt, sweetheart and let's get a good look at that body of yours. You lift weights or something?"
"Yeah, I do, as a matter-of-fact."
'Well, sure as hell shows up beautifully," I answered him, flattering his masculine pride a little more.
As his shirt came off and his bare torso came into view I gasped, feeling a little bit like Sarah Bernhardt. I had viewed much better bodies in my time, but as far as he was concerned, he had to believe that this was the greatest thing I'd ever seen. The greatest thing I'd ever had in my life.
I'm so warm, so hot, I wouldn't be able to give your body the justice it deserves." I paused as if thinking and then, smiling at him, said, Have you ever been on the top of a train?"
"No, matter-of-fact, I haven't."
"It's beautiful. It's magnificent up there. It really is. It's sort of you and the open air and all the beautiful scenery rushing by. What could be better? What could be a better place than that to get humped by a beautiful man like you?"
He looked at me but said nothing.
"Are you game or are you afraid?" I asked.
"If any dame can do it, I can do it," he said "I'm not afraid of anything."
"Good," I said. "Let's go."
I grabbed a blanket off the bed and moved with him out of the compartment. I walked directly down the corridor and out of the car. There was a ladder leading to the roof and I indicated to him to go first.
As he moved up the steps I let my hand brush over his groin area and took a good feel, trying to size up his prick, seeing if it would be worthwhile to get a hump from him or if I should just push him off the ladder now.
But he had plenty of available meat, much more than the other guy had and I was all set for a good lay. This time, I thought, I would even come. I deserved it.
I had to admit that even I, little Jane Dumb, was a little shook up, a little frightened of this latest situation. As I began up the ladder and saw the countryside race by at an unbelievable speed, I started to tremble inwardly. But I couldn't show any fear. Couldn't show that I was frightened or that would be the perfect out for him. I had to keep up a brave appearance no matter what.
And so, smiling, I said, "Isn't this beautiful? Isn't this fabulous? This in itself is stimulating."
"Yeah, sweetheart, it sure is," he said, trying to hide the nervousness I knew he felt. That showed through that big, burly, masculine appearance he was trying to put on.
There were two pipes spread about three feet apart and about three inches off the top of the car. My companion grabbed onto them and started crawling along the top of the train.
This was really crazy. This was really out of it. I'd done some pretty wild things, but this was too ridiculous, too unbelievable for even me. Yet, I was here and I would at least get a nice tan, I joked with myself as I crawled along behind my friend, hanging onto the two railings on either side of me.
He had gotten to the middle of the car and turned around to face me. I let go of one of the pipes and threw him one end of the blanket. It was sort of difficult spreading it. The wind was playing havoc with the length of the material.
But finally I eased myself up into a squatting position and began walking my feet along the blanket until I was in the middle of it and then let my body fall onto it.
Then cautiously he began moving toward me until his body was stretched out on top of mine.
His fingers were at the buttons of my gown. He opened them, exposing my full rounded tits to his view. To his touch.
With his arms outstretched and holding onto the two guard rails for dear life, he began nuzzling me, licking at my breasts, sucking on the stiffening nipples. I began to feel the great bulge in his pants hardening and digging into my tender flesh.
I didn't want to waste too much time this round. I didn't know how I'd gotten myself into this stupid predicament and didn't know exactly how I was going to get myself out of it.
All I knew was that I wanted to get it over with quickly. I was sure that something would come to mind. Something would happen and I would get a clear picture of what was going on.
"Okay, baby, let's have it. Let's get those pants down. Let's get on with it," I said, undulating my hips up toward his body and spreading my legs out as wide as I could.
Without a word, he took one hand away from the railing, undid his belt, pulled on his fly and slid his pants down until they were around his knees. Now his great, huge cock was fully exposed and ready for action.
Without a word, without any emotion, he felt around my pussy-hole. He stuck his fingers into me, familiarizing himself with my cunt.
And then suddenly his prick was there in place of his fingers.
He held onto the guard rails tightly as he began pumping me. Furiously. Wildly. He was driving into me as though this was the first lay he'd had in months. As if he couldn't resist the pussy that he was fucking.
I knew that at this rate it would be over in a matter of minutes and I'd be in trouble if I couldn't figure out a way of getting rid of him. Couldn't get him out of the way before he'd finished and went back down to look for his other friends.
I was really at loose ends with myself. I didn't know what I was going to do. For the first time since I started this little adventure, I was at a loss. And, to make matters worse, I was too nervous to even enjoy the screwing I was getting. My mind wasn't on it. Wasn't involved with what was happening between my legs.
The stud was moaning and he was getting ready to juice my little hole.
I was too busy worrying about how to get rid of him. My mind was so jangled that I didn't even realize that my golden opportunity was here.
His hands moved off the guard rails completely.
They were massaging my big melons gently, sweetly. The only thing that steadied him was my legs wrapped around him.
His cries were coming louder and louder now and I knew he was reaching the end. Soon he'd have his climax. Soon he'd be spurting that hot come of his deep into my soft canal. I lay there waiting.
My hands turned white as I held onto the guard rails with all my might.
And then he was screaming out to me, yelling at the top of his lungs. "Now," he moaned. "Now," baby. Come with me."
"Okay, sweetheart," I said.
Gathering all my strength I loosened my legs from around him and with all my might bucked upward as hard, as fast as I possibly could, throwing him off balance. At the same time, I turned my body to the right and he rolled off.
I closed my eyes for a second, expecting that he would have fallen right off and I didn't want to see the sight of it happening.
But then I heard frantic scratching and clawing. He was yelling for help. His body was half on and half off. The motion of the train was hampering him but the fingers of one hand had a firm grip on the top of the car.
For a second I was paralyzed. I couldn't move. Couldn't think. I was frozen watching him desperately trying to cling on, to hold out till help would arrive.
And then without realizing it, without knowing consciously what I was doing, I saw my fist pounding on his hand, over and over, until finally he released his grip and slid over the side of the train.
For a long moment, I just lay there watching the ground race by. And then with a long sigh I began buttoning my robe and edging my way back toward the ladder and to the safety of the train.
CHAPTER EIGHT
This was ridiculous. Everything hurt. My body needed sleep more than anything right now. My head was spinning and I wanted to get the show on the road.
I was bored with all these silly games. I wanted to move on to something more interesting.
Quickly, I made my way down the aisle to my seat. I reached into my valise and took out a comfortable shift, underwear and a pair of shoes.
If my calculations were correct, the train would be making its first stop-over in twenty minutes or so, and I would have to act fast if I was to make my new plan work.
As I entered the compartment it all crystallized and I knew exactly what I had to do. Happily I discarded the sheer gown and replaced it with my own clothing.
Before leaving the room, I removed my dead stud's pistol from his jacket pocket, taking it with me.
Once I told some of the big bad men on this joy ride and produced a couple of bodies to prove I meant business, maybe I could get some of them out from their hiding places and get them to help me. But first I had to gather the other pistols that I had taken from the other suckers.
Time was the most important thing right now. I had to get all of this accomplished and gather the rest of the gang, have them bound and ready for the cops that I was sure would be swarming all over the station when the train pulled in after I had the conductor call ahead and explain the problem.
These guys had to be crazy to attempt something like this in the twentieth century. Either crazy or they'd read too many grade D westerns. Who knows, maybe they would have gotten away with it, if little Jane Dumb hadn't been on the train. Even at that, they might have succeeded if they hadn't interrupted one of my hump sessions. Nobody gets in the way of my fucking and doesn't live to regret it.
But right now the minutes were ticking away and I had to fly.
After I'd gathered the guns from the various places I'd left them, I cautiously started toward the cars that were filled with people.
I entered the first full car and eased myself into an empty seat next to a burly young stud that could have been an Ail-American football player, judging from his body.
I just hoped that he had the guts that went with his all-man appearance.
"Hey, stud. How are you in the bravery department," I asked.
Slowly he turned his head in my direction and looked at me like I was some kind of nut.
"I'm not kidding," I continued.
"What's it to you," he asked sharply.
"At this point it's pretty damned important," I answered sincerely. "If my little plan didn't work, I'll be pushing up daisies."
"Why," he asked, more interested. Even though he maintained his exterior cool, his voice told me that he was receptive to what I had to say.
"Well, I had hoped to capture this whole gang single-handedly, but I'm afraid that I've only managed to get a few of them so far and I need help getting the rest before this train pulls into St. Louis ... In just about ten minutes," I added, looking down at my wrist watch.
"Are you kidding," he asked, looking more puzzled now than anything else.
"No," I said calmly, even with a smile. I knew that I had him hooked.
"Just what do you plan on doing, rushing up to them and taking their guns and telling them to be nice boys and turn themselves over to the police?"
"No, what I intend doing is walking up to them and distracting them long enough to have you walk up behind them with this," I said taking a pistol from the pocket of my shift.
His eyes opened up in amazement. "Where did you get that," he stammered.
"I told you I'd already gotten several of them out of the way."
"How?" he asked, at a loss for words.
"That's not important now. The time is ticking away. If we miss out now I hate to think what will happen to us out there in the middle of the wilderness somewhere."
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he answered.
"Then that means you're with me?"
"That's what it means."
Everything went like clockwork. We picked the gang off one by one until we had them all tied up and stuffed into the little room with the first slob. All of them except Tony, that was. I had a personal grudge to take out with him. And all the equipment to do it with.
Tony was tied up alright, but he was left in his own compartment. And with the help of my young stud's friend, we forced him to take a little pill I had which would cause him to have a perpetual erection. It worked like Spanish Fly ... the only difference being that a climax was never reached. You just stayed hot and horny and for good measure, I also slipped him a tranquilizer.
With all of this accomplished, and as soon as the cops removed the rest of the gang, I would go back to give Tony the fucking of a lifetime.
At least the fucking of his lifetime, because I didn't intend to stop until I drained the last breath from his body.
The train started to pull out of the station and smiling, I returned to Tony's compartment.
He'd managed to get his hand down low enough to grab onto his stiffened tool. I was glad to see that great big bulge and that stupid grin on his face as I entered the room and began undressing. This was going to be a blast. The easiest and best part of the whole trip.
I walked over to Tony brazenly. "What's the matter, big boy? You got something you can't handle?"
The gag in his mouth prevented him from replying, but that didn't stop me from continuing with my plan.
I reached down and pushed his hand away from his big tool. "I'll take over," I said. "You seem to be tied up right now."
I knelt down and put my warm lips to the tip of his swollen prick. My tongue flicked out, tracing circles around the huge head. Then I pulled my head back and looked at Tony.
"That's what you want, isn't it, Tony? That's what you wanted me to do earlier. Well, as the saying goes, dearie-better late than never."
"With that I opened my mouth wide and clamped it down on his big meat. Up and down the length of his prick, I worked, sucking loudly.
I reached down and grabbed his balls, rubbing them, caressing them, making them pulsate with desire. I wanted him to feel every sensation. I wanted him to know what it was like to be hot ... so hot that nothing mattered except fulfillment.
And then, at the point of no return, having to stop-or more accurately, being forced to stop and hurting so much that you wanted to die.
I knew what that felt like. I knew because that's how I felt when the train stopped and my hump session with the conductor was terminated abruptly. Now it was Tony's turn to have those feelings.
I started eating him faster. Taking the whole length of his giant cock in my mouth and then releasing all but the tip. I could see it was driving him crazy. I felt his body grow rigid and knew that he wanted to shoot his load into my mouth-but he couldn't.
I pulled my mouth off of him and threw my head back and laughed. "Sorry, baby, it's not time yet," I said. "After all, you like long sessions, remember?"
I watched him glare at me as I stepped away from him. He wanted it so badly, I knew. Wanted to come. Wanted to shoot long, hot gallons of sperm. Wanted relief from the pain of passion that was setting his body on fire.
I stood before him caressing my breasts, undulating my hips. Making seductive noises and poses.
I was really enjoying this. I loved seeing him suffer as I had suffered. Hot as hell with no release in sight.
I stepped up to him and took hold of his schlong. I lifted myself up and inserted him into me.
And then I rode him. Rode him like mad. Up and down. Back and forth, I went. Sucking his cock into my hole till I could feel his balls banging at the lips of my cunt.
It was a groove. I was exhausted, but I kept on moving. I wanted him to feel the inside of my honey-pot saturated with love juices. My love juices ... not his.
And then I came. I knew that he was feeling my orgasm. Knew that he was desperately wanting to join me in release. His body told me so. He was tense and anguish was written all over his face.
I pulled out his dick from my hole.
It was still stiff. Still full of life. Still full of his come.
Abruptly I let go of it. I took his hands and placed them back on his meat, putting them in the same place they had been in when I had entered the room. Immediately he started stroking himself, a hopeful expression on his face.
As I left the room I had a clear picture of him sitting there beating his meat ... all to no avail.
I had had my revenge.
CHAPTER NINE
Now that the whole mess was settled and the cops had taken care of the other guys, I was sure that once the train had reached its destination, my friend that I had left behind would also be taken care of.
The whole trip seemed meaningless. It was dull and I didn't feel like staying on the fucking train another minute. I decided I'd get off and do the town up right. And then get on a plane and fly to New Orleans.
As luck would have it, the minute I stepped off the train I saw this tall gorgeous hunk of man standing, apparently waiting for someone. In another couple of minutes the train was pulling out and a disappointed look was covering his face. I knew that this was my cue, my sign to move in. He was vulnerable now, ready for some little blonde femme-fatale like myself to move in and console him.
I closed the gap and distance between us in long but graceful strides, making sure that my hips were swinging perfectly and my breasts were jutting forward to their most alluring position.
"Hi baby, you look a little disappointed."
The instance the words came out of my mouth I knew I would have to affect another attitude with this guy. His eyes took me in noting every detail of my body. And although he admired my physical attributes I knew he wasn't a push-over. Knew he wanted somebody with class ... the kind of class he was always used to.
Before I gave him a chance to say a word I chuckled slightly to myself. "You'll have to forgive me Sir, I'm just a little bit upset and nervous. I had such a terrible ordeal on that nasty train."
"Something really interesting must have happened there," he said looking around the station at all the police that were still swarming around.
Actually there was no need for the police to still be there but anything to beat a little time ... anything to goof off a little bit, and there they were.
After explaining what had happened on the train with the desperadoes, I told him that I had gotten off before New Orleans because I was frightened to go any further on that train. I told him that I was afraid that some other members of their gang might show up around the next corner.
But now I didn't know how I was going to get to New Orleans. The next train wasn't until the next day and I was concerned for my poor ailing mother who was awaiting my arrival.
"In all the excitement dear you mustn't have had a chance to eat. You must be famished. May I offer to take you to dinner?"
"Thank you very much but I just don't feel up to crowds right now. I'm afraid I'm too upset for that."
After a moment's hesitation followed by an indecisive look the man humbly and meakly suggested his apartment.
"Oh you are so kind, sir," I said trying to keep myself from laughing. It was a shame that someone as gorgeous as him should have to be so imagine. I wondered if when his cock was out of his pants and stiff as a board shoved up my cunt-hole, if he'd still be as proper? But that remained to be seen.
"I wouldn't be at all offended if you declined my offer but I assure you that it is with only good intentions that I make it."
"Oh yes, I am sure. I can tell the caliber of person you are and can go without any fear for my personal being."
"Quite a perceptive young lady."
"Thank you."
"Shall we go," he asked offering the crook of his arm.
"Yes, thank you," I answered taking his arm and letting him lead me out of the station toward the parking lot.
Before we were even near it, I could tell that the big shiny new black Cadillac parked in the lot was his. You could tell class. You could tell money when you saw it. And this guy had it. My brain began doing tumbles wondering if perhaps I should really work on this one. See what I could milk out of him. Perhaps even get him to marry me.
After all I could stay m this town if it proved promising.
But then I realized that no man no matter how much money he had could make me happy. Not one particular person. I needed lots of guys. Lots of stiff pricks and lots of new and interesting young studs to ride that pussy and keep it happy.
As he led me into the entrance foyer of his swanky triplex apartment with my eyes opened wide as I took in the lavishness that went with the room. Heavy drapes and exceedingly fine hand polished furniture. Carpets thick enough to lose yourself in. I was afraid that he might be able to see the envy in my eyes.
But then suddenly I remembered the look on that man's face at the train station and I knew how lonely he must be, even in the midst of all this luxury and finery. How he would probably trade everything for a nice little furnished room with someone he loved ... who loved him back.
I figured that he probably was married to some high-society dame who ran around and screwed everybody behind his back. And the poor stupid jerk was probably crazy in love with her. I wondered for a moment if my job was going to be more difficult this time than I thought.
I thought to myself maybe someday if I ever met that extra-swinging stud with a battering ram between his legs who could satisfy me constantly, then I would like to settle down with him in a place like this. After all, for a girl with my looks body and talent it didn't seem like too much to demand. If I had to settle down it might as well be with someone who had a nice thick prick and a bankroll to match. Someone who would be able to afford the niceties in life ... this is important.
The gentleman interrupted my thoughts as he reached for my handbag and gloves. For a second I was about to kick him but then I realized he wasn't trying to swipe it at all. He wasn't doing anything more than relieving me of it and putting it on the foyer table.
As I turned to face him I leaned over very close ... dangerously close toward his lips and looked directly into his deep, dark eyes. I took in every detail of his young handsome, masculine face. His sandy colored hair, rugged yet straight jaw line and the perfection of his white shining teeth. As I caught a glimpse of our images in the mirror I realized what a beautiful couple we were. The contrast between his dark sandy colored hair and my own flaxen blonde. There were even just enough differences in our heights.
My complexion was milk-white ... flawless and his was tanned from the sun. For a second my maternal instincts took over and I thought about what beautiful children the two of us could make together. But thinking of children, it immediately brought my thoughts racing back to what people do to have them.
I realized that this could go on indefinitely. He could go through all motions of getting me something to eat and having a pleasant chat with me. But I wasn't about to wait any longer. I couldn't. My poor little box was twitching like mad. It needed to be humped right now. And that's exactly what I was going to do.
Without thinking about it, without wondering if perhaps this high class guy would reject me I threw my arms around his neck and brought my lips down hard, passionately onto his own. As my tongue slipped out of my mouth and sought his I felt his own mouth part enabling me to enter into him.
I was pleased and surprised that there was no kind of hesitation on his part. Immediately his arms encircled my body and held me tightly against his own strong form. Maybe this guy wasn't so proper after all.
His fingers slid in between our bodies and he massaged and squeezed my breasts, through the confines of my clothing. The old urge to be stark naked, to be touched right on the flesh, raced through my body. I stepped back pulling out of his strong grip and began undressing.
"Not here."
"Okay, lead the way," I said. "I need it right now ... right this second."
"So do I," he confided.
"Somebody stand you up at the station," I asked on the way out of the foyer and following him up a circular stairway.
"Something like that."
"Your wife," I asked.
"Yes ... my wife," he answered.
I saw that this trend of conversation was changing his mood. I didn't want to do that, at least not before I got what I wanted from him. So I just remained silent for the rest of the way as he led me down the hallway and into the bedroom.
Once we were inside I didn't bother with preliminaries ... didn't wait for any invitation. I just began stripping down ... pulling my clothing off and watching his eyes take in every beautiful detail of my body.
In another second he turned away from me and walked toward the double windows. Reaching high, he pulled down a black shade that cut out most of the light of day. Then, moving off to the side of the windows, he pulled one cord which pulled twin draperies of thick, dark material from either side closed. Then he pulled another cord which closed another set of thick draperies over the first. This closed out the light of day completely and threw the room into total darkness.
There was silence in the room now. All I could hear was the sound of his own clothing peeling from his body and dropping to the floor. Then there were muffled footsteps that I supposed I felt instinctively, rather than heard on the thick carpet. I knew we were both naked now ... naked and ready.
I sensed that he was now close enough for me to reach out and touch and my fingers made their way towards the promise of a treasure in this man's body.
"By the way," I asked sort of nonchalantly, "what's your name."
"Tony Redding."
"Glad to meet you, mine's Jane."
"Don't you have a last name?"
"Sure, but it's not important right now," I answered as my hand came to rest on his broad shoulder for a second. His arms wrapped themselves tightly around my waist and pulled me to him.
I shuddered violently as I felt his manhood pressing against my belly. Nervously, my hand reached down until I touched the tip of his throbbing, swollen cockhead. Once all pretense was gone, we were like two wild animals needing desperately only what the other could give.
Without another second's hesitation, I dropped to my knees in front of him. With my fingers, I brought his stiff meat up to my lips and began sucking.
As I made contact and ran my loving lips around his large chunk of manhood, he gasped out loud and jerked his body forward releasing all inhibitions he might have had, wallowing now in the enjoyment my lips were bringing him ... wallowing in the thrills that were racing through his body.
Strong fingers grabbed hold of my shoulders and pulled me to my feet, practically before I'd even gotten started. Certainly before I was put into high gear. Then he slid me slowly, eagerly backwards till my legs touched something soft and silk-like.
His fingers were urging me down onto the soft down-like mattress with a gentle, but yet forceful and demanding hand.
My brain was spinning out of control now. It seemed that nothing in the whole world made sense. And I knew I was surely ready for a good hump session. From experience I knew this is the way I always felt. Nothing in this whole goddamned world mattered except this stud's hands, tongue and prick that would release the crazy yearning inside of me. The strange desire that threatened to tear my insides apart if it wasn't satisfied immediately. I was happy, crazy out of my mind happy and savored every second of this moment of passion.
My hands had turned into claws and I clung to him as if he could save me. Save me from myself. Save me from the whole world. Save me from everything that I was ever afraid of. Save me from losing myself in that cold horrible world. Jumping from one bed to the other. But I knew as soon as his prick had done its magic and I released my load all over his flesh, I'd feel different from the way I did right now.
As Tony slid onto the mattress with me I felt his hard flesh pressing against my own naked skin, even heightening my excitement. I quivered and shook desperately beneath his touch and my nipples were swollen and pressing hard against his hand which had begun massaging again.
I wanted to leap up in the air and scream ... to tell him what I wanted, what I needed right this instant. I wanted to plead with this stupid bastard to fuck the life out of me, to rip me open and screw me harder and faster than he'd ever screwed anybody. To fill my body with red hot come.
I knew in my head I was hysterical. Out of my mind. It was at moments like these that I was afraid my brain would snap completely. Moments like these that I realized what a nymphomaniac I really was. But I loved every minute of it. Every second of it and I wouldn't give it up for anything in the whole world.
"Come on, baby. Fuck this beautiful cunt," I screamed and could hardly believe my own ears as the words echoed through my head. Shaking with passion and excitement I went on screaming to him.
"Fuck me, Tony, give me that gorgeous cock-head of yours ramming in between these juicy lips. I've got to have it now," I screamed. "Take me. Take me honey. Give it to me."
I don't know whether he just wanted to shut me up or whether my own passion inspired him, but my pleading was silenced immediately by his lips on my own.
I felt his body sliding across the bed and moving onto my own. I felt the solid weight of him and the rigid pressure of his passion pushing forcefully against my red hot burning flesh.
The stud drew back and lifted himself slightly, positioning his tight, rigid tool for the slaughter of my pussy ... the slaughter of my beautiful hot box that was about to be fucked.
And what a beautiful slaughter it was. A willing surrender to a hot cock that could please me.
My nipples swelled and filled with strange desire until they threatened to burst open, to spend all the fluid inside of them all over this bull-hung stud.
But now I couldn't wait another second. Couldn't wait for anything. And I reached down and grabbed hold of his huge cock and guided him directly into my pussy. I threw my head back on the soft down pillows as he completed the penetration. With one eager forceful plunge he pushed himself into the depths of my hot hungry cunt.
I moaned and screamed as he worked his hips, racing them piston-like, driving himself in and out of the tender, soft flesh. Pushing that stiff cock in and out, in and out between my sensitive pussy lips. It felt like a telephone pole was being rammed into me and scraping the walls over and over. It felt like this guy had the largest, thickest prick in the whole world.
It felt like at last I was being ripped apart and I was falling to pieces.
Now I was hot. Now I was ready. Now I was working with him. Working him to the breaking point. Arching myself off the mattress I churned and ground my pussy, squeezing the muscles inside to drain his meat. It was driving me and him to the frenzy point.
In a sudden movement his full length was on top of me holding me down, pressing me against the mattress as his hands slid upward and began tearing at my tits. Then his hands moved down under my tender ass and pulled me to him even tighter, completing the contact he'd begun.
Our groins met and our brushes tangled with each other as our savage loveplay continued. My huge, fleshy, voluptuous tits were pressed and flattened against his chest. His body was hard, lovely to touch and feel against me, as we ground together.
It was a hot session and our bodies were covered with perspiration which made them sticky and our bellies made loud slapping noises as his cock continued ramming in and out of my insanely moving box.
We were both lost to anything but our own physical feelings. Nothing else mattered. I could be in bed with some hot colt, it wouldn't matter if he made me feel like this. And Tony was satisfying every hungry need that I'd had. Fulfilling every one of them right down the line.
I suppose we were both trying to make up for some sort of loss in our lives.
Tony stopped in the middle of a stroke, his cock half in and half out of my pussy. His hands squeezing unmercifully on my hot ass, holding me, making me squirm, keeping me from ramming my pussy up onto his slippery tool.
"Don't move. Don't do anything," he almost pleaded. "It'll be all over."
"I can't, I can't." I screamed over and over. "I have to right now ... right this second."
My own insanity spread to him and his body collapsed forcefully down onto my own. With loud slapping sounds he continued the fury of our intimate contact, pushing his ramrod, bull-cock back fully into the folds of my soft flesh between my lips. He began moaning, whimpering low in his throat as he fucked me with long hard pounding thrusts. One after the other they came until I felt like I was in heaven.
His hands raced up and squeezed my big tits, biting on my nipples. I knew this prick bastard was enjoying the moans of my delight and my excitement. He had probably missed out on this all too long with his wife. And now it was coming back in one good hump session.
Suddenly my brain went blank. I couldn't think, couldn't move, couldn't do anything but be fucked. And together our bodies stiffened like boards, and Tony's fingers buried themselves into my hot flesh, holding me, pulling me up even tighter against him as he continued to violate me violently. Suddenly I felt long large spurts of hot come shooting from him inside of me. Then suddenly my own release came. My body went rigid and began jerking spasmodically as I released my juices letting them run down, drenching his shooting rod with my own come.
Just as violent as it had been while it was happening, was how blase it was now that was over.
Tony had served his purpose and I had no further use for him. His eyes were full of shock and amazement as I got up, smiled at him, said that was good, walked to the bathroom, came out and began dressing.
The scene was over. Now I was ready to move onto other things.
Within minutes I was completely dressed. I walked over to the bed and kissed him gently on the forehead.
"Don't bother to show me the way out, I know it."
He opened his mouth but no words came. He probably had never met anyone in his whole life like me.
I gave the bastard more than he deserved as I blew him a kiss on my way out of the bedroom.
CHAPTER TEN
I suppose usually I wouldn't have been as rough on a stud as this one, but this was a new town with things to explore. And I certainly couldn't be wasting time on someone like that. After all, as I said he served his purpose.
As I walked down the street, I realized that I was in the swankiest neighborhood in this town. I wasn't in the mood for that. I was in the mood for something real grungy ... something real hot ... somebody who was horny as hell, who could really give me a good workout.
I began looking for a taxi, and quickly found one.
I guess I knew the second I laid eyes on him that he was going to be the one I wanted.
"Where to baby," he grumbled from the front seat.
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, you don't know."
"Just drive around for a while," I answered him, trying to plan my strategy.
"Sure, it's your money," he answered with a shrug and began driving. "Is there any place in particular that you'd like me to drive around?"
"I don't know this town, it's my first time here."
"How about if I show you the sights?"
"How about if you show me some lonely, deserted streets?"
For a second he looked at me strangely as if I were going to rob him.
"Don't worry, I'm not a gun moll. What I am is a hot nymphomaniac, and I think you have something to please me."
"Are you serious, lady?"
"Sure I am."
"You sound nuts to me."
"Well, can't blame a lady for knowing what she wants, can you?"
"Sure as hell, can't," he said with a chuckle. "Are you in the mood."
"You better believe it."
"Then drive on," I said, leaning back in the cab and relaxing.
It didn't take him long to get where he was going. Twilight was closing in and soon it would be dark. I wondered for half a minute if we should wait until then but I figured he should know his town better than I did.
"Is it safe around here," I asked. Sure is.
"Okay, I'll take your word for it," I said as he pulled into an alley between two slummy looking buildings.
When he'd shut the motor off I smiled my most seductive smile and watched his eyes in the rear view mirror taking in every detail of my body.
"Well ... are you coming back here or do I have to get up and come up there?"
I laughed at the look of amazement on his face.
"You've never met anybody like me have you?"
"That's for sure."
"Well ... is that going to stop you?"
"Sure as shit isn't."
"Well, come on back here," I coaxed.
He was out the door and moving into the back seat. The bulge in his pants was quite apparent as he opened the door to get in.
"That's some piece of meat you have there, sugar," I said, reaching out to touch it.
"It's gonna be just right for sticking up that cunt of yours."
"Okay, baby let's get on with it," I said ready to have another hot show-down.
I pulled my panties down and slipped them off. I pulled my dress up and spread my legs wide. "Come on, baby, hop on," I demanded. This was going to be a quickie. It wasn't comfortable.
His hot dick was so swollen, I knew he'd come in a second if I gave him the right kind of strokes. And so would I.
He knelt before me and I slid forward until my pussy was just in perfect alignment with his cock. Then his hands reached for my thighs and pulled me onto him.
Before he was all the way tight inside me, I was egging him on, trying to get him to go faster, harder.
"Come on sweetheart, is that the best you can do? Come ort, don't let me think you're a sissy," I went on.
"You hot little cunt, I'll fuck the insides out of you."
"Come on, a little more horse power and a little less horse shit," I continued.
He was driving, moving frantically now inside of me. Faster and harder than I thought possible in this position. I was beginning to enjoy it.
Suddenly his body stiffened and I knew he would shoot his load in another second. And I began moving myself on the seat, up and down till I felt my own passion rising inside of me. And then it happened and I released my own fury, and his matched mine.
This time it was he who got himself out of the back of the cab quickly and into the driver's seat.
"Where to', lady," he asked as if nothing had happened.
"I don't know. Someplace I can have some fun."
"There's a place called the Reno Lounge, just on the outside of town. It's a nice bar right next door to a motel so it's also convenient.
"That's great. Does it swing this early."
"Swings all the time."
"Okay take me over there."
"Sure thing."
The rest of the way there was no conversation between us, or very little to speak of. Finally he pulled in to the parking lot.
"Here we are."
"Okay," I said, handing him five dollars. "Keep the change. You deserve it." I smiled as I got out of the cab and slammed the door behind me. Without a second look I walked into the cocktail lounge, hips swinging, breasts high.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Even I didn't know what had come over me today. Even at my horniest points in my life I didn't act like this. Didn't go from one bed to the other without a rest. And I was so brazen. There was some strange irresistible craving working inside of me that just drove me on and I felt it spreading through my body like wild fire.
As I walked inside I saw the bartender. Gorgeous, beautiful, fantastic, were the only things that came to mind. I had to have him. And soon.
I sat down at the bar and in a flash he was there.
"What'll it be," he asked.
"Scotch and soda ... and you."
He also had the same look of amazement as the cab driver. But by this time I was already used to it and smiled to myself inwardly.
"Excuse me," he asked, to be on the safe side ... to be sure that he hadn't misunderstood.
"I said Scotch and soda and you."
"That's what I thought you said," he answered.
His attitude changed and a smile spread across his face as he took inventory of my own attributes.
"What time do you get off," I asked.
"I don't get off till ten tonight."
"That's too bad," I said, shaking my head. "I couldn't wait that long. I guess I'll have to find someone else."
"But ... I'm sure I could find someone to relieve me for a little while."
"Good," I said. "Why don't you do that instead of making my drink?"
"My pleasure, sweetheart."
"Okay."
Before he turned away, he took twenty dollars from his pocket and put it on the bar.
"Why don't you go next door and get us a room. It'll save us some time. Tell them Nick sent you, and that he wants the regular."
"What's the regular?"
"Room fourteen."
There was nothing left to say. Nothing to do. I got off the bar stool and walked out of the bar. Without a second thought or a minute's hesitation, I walked into the motel office. Some brazen blonde hussy smiled up at me from behind the desk.
"What'll it be, honey?"
"Nick sent me. He wants the regular."
"Okay," she said, grabbing a key off the hook. "Twenty bucks."
I handed her the twenty dollar bill and she handed me the key. Then she turned away and began reading a magazine.
"Hey," I called, "how about at least telling me which direction the room is in."
"Turn toward the door and follow your nose."
On the way out I looked over my shoulder and said, "Thanks, bitch."
In a second she leaped to her feet. "What did you say?"
"I said, 'thanks, I have an itch.'"
"Oh," she answered, turning back to her magazine.
But once I was outside I had to chuckle to myself. I wondered if Nick had taken care of her on occasion.
But that wasn't important. I saw him walking out of the bar now and I waited until he caught up with me.
"Your key, mister."
"Thanks, sweetheart," he said, taking the key from my hand. Then taking my arm, he led me toward the door.
Once we were inside, he was a different person. He wasn't so nonchalant. He was very intent ... very hot ... and very ready. I could tell by the expression on his face, to say nothing of the hot bulge in his pants.
I started talking, but my conversation was abruptly cut off by Nick's lips as they sought my own. He held me tightly as his tongue darted out of his mouth and filled my own.
He continued kissing me and guided me gently backward, pushing me toward the bed. He eased me back onto the mattress and I fell onto the bed with Nick quickly following me.
His hands roamed freely over my clothing, squeezing the hot, tender flesh of my breasts.
I felt myself responding ... felt the fire making its way through my body until it seemed to centralize under his touch. I felt my nipples hard, stiff, ready against his hand, pushing against the material of my bra. In one swift movement, I wound my arms around his neck.
"It's great ... it really is wonderful being here like this. At least we didn't have to waste my time."
And this moment was my answer. I knew that he needed this as much as I did. Wanted me as badly as I wanted him. I knew it was more than just sex again. I knew that both of us were trying to prove something. I wasn't sure just what it was. I couldn't crystallize it in my head. But I felt more than just hot flesh.
I felt his fingers gripping at my clothing and I shivered with anticipation as the material parted and his hungry lips glued themselves to my flesh. He inched his fingers around to the back of my bra to undo the clasp. His strong fingers reached behind me as I arched up off the mattress, making it easier for him to get me.
Then I felt the clasp open and my bra slid from my body. My breasts, quite full, swung freely and Nick was quick to grab them and hold them. To taste them. To feel the weight of them one at a time. But then he continued to lick them, to suck them, to make the tender flesh tingle beneath his touch.
His hand moved down over my legs and came to rest high on the inside of my thigh. Slowly, he brought his hand upward, inching it along my leg until his fingers made delicious contact with the smooth, cool material of my panties. My body began shaking again as he grabbed hold of my cunt through the material. His lips crashed down onto mine and I undulated my hips furiously as I pushed myself hard into his waiting hands.
Suddenly, he broke away completely. His eyes were filled with lust ... with passion. His face was contorted with pleasure and excitement and he began tearing the rest of my clothing from my body.
My own features I'm sure must have reshaped themselves into ones of passion and excitement.
Judging from this stud's action, this time I had a real hot lay on my hands ... hotter than anything I'd had today.
"Hurry, baby," I whispered through clenched teeth as the rest of my clothing was removed from my body. "I need it," I said. "I need it bad."
"Oh, baby, are you going to get it," he moaned and moved even more quickly now to free his own body of his clothing.
The bedsprings moaned out their complaint of the added weight as his body sunk into the mattress and he spread it out next to my own body. He brought his lips down hard onto my naked nipple and sucked the flesh deep into his mouth.
"Come on, sweetheart, give it to me now," I pleaded with him.
He wasn't fooling around either. Without hesitation, he lifted himself from the mattress and worked his way over onto me, positioning me, pinning me to the bed with his own weight. His hot throbbing malehood pressed into my groin and I wiggled and squirmed beneath him, opening my legs wider ... waiting for him to fuck me.
Nick shifted his position so that his stiff, hot prick was just above my creamy cunt. Our moans filled the room as he sunk his solidness ... his hot, heavy prick deep into the soft folds of my cunt.
I lifted my hips high off the mattress, making myself completely vulnerable and completely available to anything he wanted. As he ground his full weight into each movement, into each forceful thrust, I felt my cunt surround him and grab at him. I felt it hold him ... hold his big dick in place.
"Give it to me! Harder ... faster," I begged, needing to feel everything he had up my crack, pounding away furiously, making me forget everything but the V between my legs.
Nick pulled his cock out to the tip and then he hesitated for a moment before beginning a drive. Once again he completed the motion before starting again, sliding his cock into my hole and then withdrawing it almost until he slid out from my pussylips.
I was in heaven. My head was thrashing back and forth as he continued to plunge the heavy, thick organ into my delicious, hot, oozing box.
"Come on, sweetheart," he demanded, slipping his hand under my ass. "Work it a little. Give me a couple of thrills."
"Alright," I screamed. "I'll give you a ride that you'll never forget."
In a moment of wild abandonment, I gave up completely, lost every inhibition I might possibly have had, and began working, grinding my pussy into his charging cock. As I arched and thrust my hole forward, he drove downward.
The stud rode me like a wild mare ... flattening my huge balloons with his broad chest. He clenched at my chest as I thrashed on the bed. His moist, hot cock was flying in and out of my hole at an unbelievable speed. '
Together we were working now. Together our bodies strained. Arms and legs flying, moans of ecstasy filling the room. And I felt suddenly alive again. Felt like a real woman. A real woman making love to her man.
"Harder," I screamed. "Fuck me harder, you cock-bastard stud. Give it to me with everything you have. Everything you have now."
"Okay, baby, you asked for it. You wanted it. You'll get it."
My words seemed to fill his head. To make him take on another personality. Making him feel like some sort of a strange god ... an Adonis. He felt that he was the best lay a woman could ever have. He had the heaviest, thickest joint in the whole fucking world. He felt he could split me in two and fuck me till mv cunt bled. Until I was dead. In a moment of vileness, he drew back until only the very, very tip of his dick remained between my cunt lips.
Then, with all his might, with all his weight behind him, he thrust his tremendous bull-cock into my cunt. Over and over he repeated this action.
The sucking sound from my pussy made him go even further and faster. He went deeper into me, grinding against me until his balls swung and rested against my ass-hole with each stroke.
Our stomachs made loud, slapping sounds as he concluded each stroke and pulled back. He was penetrating me now to the fullest and giving me just what I wanted.
"Oh," I moaned, "Oh, give it to me."
"Okay, baby."
"Oh my God," I screamed, "fuck me."
"I'll fuck you."
"Hurry, hurry! I can't wait any longer."
"Now," he screamed. "Fuck me now! Hump me, baby. Grind that pussy into me," he demanded as I lay moaning beneath him.
Suddenly it happened for both of us. It was crazy. The whole world blew up in our faces as we creamed each other.
Now I was exhausted. Now I couldn't breathe. Couldn't dream of taking another prick. Couldn't even think about one.
And peacefully, calmly, I drifted off to sleep in his arms.
When I woke up he was gone, and so was the crazy moment of not needing a prick ... of not Wanting one. I felt the old fire racing through my veins. The come instead of the blood that most people had. I had a lot of it to give. A lot of it to spend. And I was ready to go ... ready to start all over ... ready to give another stud a few good lessons on how to make love.
I was set. I jumped into the shower, did my lair, changed my clothes and was ready to start all over.
As I stepped outside, I decided that a fun way to get where I was going would be to hitch a ride. That way I would be sure I could find somebody interesting ... someone to have a good workout with. Someone who would be able to please me.
Little Jane Dumb was off on another adventure.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The sleep had done me good. I hadn't realized that I was so exhausted. Though it wasn't so surprising considering my activities since I'd got on that train bound for New Orleans. Or before that, for that matter. But especially since I boarded that train. I'd humped one man after the other, murdered a few, and generally had myself a ball. No one could say that little Jane Dumb led a dull life.
The outskirts of the town weren't too far from the motel where Nick and I had done our little thing. I decided to walk and see what my chances were of hitching a ride. Though with a body like mine, I had to admit that my chances were very good. After all, who could resist my huge, round tits that always seemed to press against the material of whatever garment I was wearing as if crying to be let out ... as if the material would tear at any moment. Who could resist my luscious ass, my flaring hips, my gorgeous legs. And my face wasn't that bad either.
I didn't really have a destination in mind. When you lead a life like mine, you can get what you want just about anywhere ... anytime.
I had reached a suitable spot to hitch from. I could see any approaching cars for about a mile away and more important, any approaching cars could see me from about a mile away. Pity there were no approaching'cars...
I sat myself down on my valise and started thinking about my eventual life. It's the greatest, I thought to myself. I wouldn't live any other way for all the fucks in the world. Mainly because I was getting all the fucks in the world my way. I loved every single thing that had anything to do with sex, from mouth kisses, tit sucks, stomach tickles, back caresses, cunt meals, mouth fucks, ass humps to a good, solid, big fat dick up my warm juicy cunt. And anything else that happened in the interim.
I realized that I hadn't been ass-fucked for a good long time. That's next, I thought to myself.
It was getting hot and there were still no cars in sight. Where the fuck are all these travelers, I wondered. When you need them like a fuck in the ear there're millions, but when you want them, need them, they're none around.
I decided to get myself a suntan while I was waiting. It was hot now and the sight of my body clad only in bra and panties wouldn't do me any harm for when a car eventually did appear.
I had just put my dress in my valise when I heard the faint sound of a car in the distance. I stood up and struck my sexiest pose. This can't be a man, I thought as the car approached at about twenty miles an horn". Sure enough, it was two old ladies, out for a morning drive. The one in the passenger seat rolled down her window. "For shame," she cried out to me as the car inched past.
I burst out laughing and gave them the old finger. "Bet you're just jealous," I yelled after them.
I was getting bored. If a car didn't roll up soon I didn't know what I was going to do. I was getting horny again and I needed something to keep my pussy occupied.
Then, suddenly, this beautiful red sports car came roaring into view. I stood legs apart, hands on hips, boobs and ass out and pouted my lips a little. The car screeched to a halt a few yards ahead of me.
The driver was even more gorgeous than the car. Curly dark hair and a ruggedly handsome face. A few buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing a big, hairy chest; and his shirtsleeves were rolled up to the elbows showing strong, muscular arms.
"Where are you headed, baby," he asked. His voice was deep and rich and terribly sexy.
"For action-land," I replied.
"That's right here," he said, eyes twinkling, as he patted the empty bucket seat next to him. "Hop in."
"Hold it," I said. For just then a second car was pulling up along side of him. In it were three strong, healthy, virile young studs. "Looks like you have a little competition," I concluded. "Maybe a little more action for me there."
"Okay, baby. If that's what you want," he said, reaching out for his ignition key, "a carload of kid stuff-it's all yours."
"Hey wait a minute," I cried. "I haven't made my mind up yet."
The more I looked at this guy, the more I liked what I saw, and the less I fancied the three bull-pricks in the other shabby car. His reply had intrigued me. He really didn't seem to care whether I went with him or not. He seemed as eager for a good lay as I always was, but his reply seemed to imply that if it wasn't with me it would be with another as good within the half hour. Had I at last met my match? My male counterpart? I didn't think it possible. I had been around all these years and must have fucked thousands of men. Never had I met anyone who any where near thought the way I did.
"Better make it up quick, baby." His words cut into my thoughts. "I haven't got all day."
Without a word I climbed in next to him and within seconds the rejected studs in the other car were hidden in a cloud of dust.
