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 Title: Premier Classe - Premier Fuck


Summary: My first sexual adventure on my South African trip


Keywords:inc,erotic,virgin,first time,train,sex,voyeur







   I opened my eyes, stretched, and looked at my phone.  I -(TM)d only
dozed off in my compartment for half an hour or so, but even during that
short time, the landscape had changed completely.  I -(TM)d closed my eyes
on endless rows of ramshackle, corrugated-iron-roofed, single-story
shanties on the outskirts of Johannesburg, and opened them to equally wide
vistas of flat uncultivated scrubland.  There were now no signs of human
habitation; just short, twisted trees dotting the landscape, along with
random mounds of yellowish soil that I decided must be anthills.  The train
was clearly in no hurry, rumbling along steadily through the veldt, and I
decided it was time to leave my compartment and explore the rest of the
train.

   I walked through two more carriages of sleeping-compartments, then found
myself in a comfortable-looking lounge furnished with sofas, tables and a
bar.  It was already quite busy, with groups of travellers sipping cups of
hot drinks and chatting politely.  I -(TM)d already worked out that the
routine on the train revolved mostly around eating and drinking, presumably
to help the passengers pass the time on the leisurely thirty-hour journey
from Jo -(TM)burg to Cape Town.  I ordered a rooibos tea and established,
while waiting for it to arrive, that the dining cars and kitchen were in
the next few carriages, with more sleeping accommodation beyond that.

   There were no empty blocks of sofas in the lounge, but I excused myself
and sat down on the end of one that was already occupied by a woman who I
estimated to be in her mid-thirties, and a youth of around twenty who was
engrossed in some sort of electronic game on his tablet.

   As I sipped my tea, I passed the time trying to work out their
relationship.  The obvious assumption was mother and son, but she looked a
bit young for that, or maybe he looked too old.  Being congenitally
inquisitive, I -(TM)d already decided if I was going to spend the next
thirty hours on this train, I might as well get to know a few of my fellow
passengers, and these two seemed as good a place to start as any.

    -�Excuse me, but can you remind me what time they serve lunch? -� I
asked (a feeble opener, but better than nothing).

    -�Officially, at 12:30, -� she answered with a friendly smile,  -�but
it -(TM)s a good idea to get to the dining car a bit early.  For Africa,
they -(TM)re surprisingly keen on good time-keeping, for meals at least. 
The train itself is another matter.  It -(TM)s never once arrived less than
two hours late all the times I -(TM)ve used it. -�

    -�It -(TM)s my first time, -� I admitted.   -�I was going to fly down
to Cape Town, but my friend told me I just had to take the Premier Classe.
She lives there, and she says the train -(TM)s a great way to see some of
the country in comfort. -�

    -�That -(TM)s true.  If all you do is fly from one airport to another,
you don -(TM)t see much of the real South Africa, -� she agreed.   -�From
the train, though, you can see just how empty most of it is  -" all this
land, mostly unused. -�

   She paused, then went on.   -�So, is this your first visit to South
Africa?  You said you had a friend in Cape Town, is that right? -�

   So I explained how it all came about.  How I -(TM)d made friends with
Janet at university in London, though she was a year ahead of me, and we
-(TM)d kept in touch after she left and come back to South Africa.  I
missed out the bit about how we -(TM)d shared a brief but intense sexual
relationship while I was in my second year and she was in her third, both
of us going through a lesbian phrase at more or less the same time.  The
sex was great, but it quickly became clear to each of us that we were never
going to give up men completely, so it seemed best to end the relationship
by mutual consent before it all got messy.

   Anyway, I -(TM)d always promised to go and visit her, but it never
seemed to happen.  We both had busy jobs now, and we just couldn -(TM)t
find a time that worked for both of us.  Then, out of the blue, a
work-related conference in Johannesburg came up, and my boss suggested I
should go.  Normally, he -(TM)d get to do most of the good jollies, but he
-(TM)d just got back from one in Sydney, and couldn -(TM)t really spare the
time for another.  But I -(TM)d had a good year, and this was an easy way
for the company to say thank you.

   I jumped at the chance, especially as they agreed that I could take some
holiday afterwards to visit Janet in Cape Town.  As I -(TM)ve mentioned,
she told me I had to take the Premier Classe train service from
Johannesburg to Cape Town, saying it was one of those South Africa things
that visitors really should  -�do -�,  -�like going up Table Mountain and
seeing a giraffe -�, as she put it.  I looked it up on the internet, and it
did look wonderful: a bit like the Orient Express (but cheaper, and
hopefully without any murders).  I booked, and here I was.

    -�I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll enjoy it, -� said my new friend.   -�I don
-(TM)t go down to Cape Town much these days, but I like to do it this way,
taking my time and getting some rest.  And Hansie doesn -(TM)t really mind,
as long as he -(TM)s got his computer games, do you, bokkie? -�

   Hansie looked up and grinned.   -�Of course not, ma, -� he replied.  He
looked at me.

    -�She hates flying, -� he confided,  -�but this is too far to drive,
and pa -(TM)s using the car anyway. -�

   I then found out more about them.  Her name was Maria, and the boy,
Hansie, was her step-son.  His biological mother had died in a car accident
when he was ten, and his father, Pieter, had remarried a few years later.
She was thirty-four, and Hansie was now eighteen.  Pieter worked for one of
the big mining corporations based in Jo -(TM)burg, although he spent much
of his time travelling the world advising other companies.  Hansie went to
school locally but had just applied for a place at Stellenbosch University,
not far from Cape Town.  That was why they were going there now, to see the
university and visit some old family friends.  As Hansie had explained,
Maria hated flying, which was why they were taking the train.

    -�Pieter thinks I -(TM)m silly, -� she smiled,  -�but since he can
-(TM)t come, I choose to go my way. -�

    -�Isn -(TM)t Stellenbosch where all the vineyards are? -� I said, keen
to show I -(TM)d done a bit of homework.   -�I think Janet -(TM)s got a day
trip planned out that way.  There -(TM)s a minibus that drives you round
some of the best ones, so you can do lots of tasting without someone having
to stay sober. -�

   Maria laughed.   -�Yes, there are a few companies that do that sort of
thing.  I hope you have a good day for it.  Some of the big estates are a
bit commercialised, but hopefully, they -(TM)ll take you to a couple of the
smaller family businesses too. -�

    -�It sounds a great place to study, -� I said.   -�I had a wonderful
time at uni.  I -(TM)m sure you -(TM)ll love it, Hansie.  And I -(TM)m
really looking forward to seeing Cape Town.  Janet -(TM)s going to show me
all the touristy things, like Table Mountain.  And I really want to see the
penguins. -�

   Maria laughed.   -�Boulders Beach, yes, that -(TM)s just south of the
city, at Simon -(TM)s Town, -� she said.   -�We took Hansie when he was
small.  All the tourists go there, and I mean all; it can get awfully
crowded.  But don -(TM)t let me put you off.  There are some nice beaches
too.  Where in Cape Town are you staying? -�

   I explained that Janet -(TM)s family lived in Newlands, just east of
Table Mountain, but that her uncle had an apartment in Kalk Bay, right by
the sea, and Janet was house-sitting while this uncle was away for a few
months.  So I was staying with her and planning to spend a lot of time
relaxing on the beach and topping up my tan.

    -�Ah, you -(TM)re lucky; Kalk Bay is beautiful, and just along the
coast from your penguins, -� she said with a smile.   -�I can recommend
some good places to eat too, although I expect your friend knows most of
them already. -�

   We chatted on for quite a long time.  Maria told me lots about her life
in South Africa: how she -(TM)d been brought up on a farm near a place
called Grahamstown, in the days of apartheid, which she agreed was an evil
system, though she assured me that the politicians were if anything even
more corrupt now, and the poor people were still poor, despite the
opportunities available to them in theory.  It was fascinating to hear a
first-hand account of things I -(TM)d only previously read about (Janet had
never wanted to talk about it much), and in no time at all the train
manager came around and called us through to lunch.

   I was pleased when Maria insisted I joined them at their table so we
could continue our conversation.  Away from his game, Hansie joined in with
our chat, and I couldn -(TM)t help noticing him casting an occasional
glance at my breasts.  I wasn -(TM)t wearing a bra, and my shirt was tight
enough to show off the curve of my tits, and the little buds of my nipples.
I didn -(TM)t mind; if he hadn -(TM)t been with his step-mother, I might
have undone another button or two to give him a bit more of a view.

   The meal was delicious, though I needed to go back to my compartment for
a rest afterwards; I wasn -(TM)t used to a full three courses at that time
of day.  In the end, I dropped off for a couple of hours, and then spent
some time reading and looking out of the window at the flat landscape going
past outside.  I was excited to see a real-live monkey by the side of the
track at one point, as well as a small herd of what I thought were probably
springbok.  No giraffes, though I assumed they were mostly confined to the
game reserves along with the other exciting things like lions and
elephants. Janet had promised we -(TM)d see some of them later in the
holiday, so I wasn -(TM)t too bothered that they weren -(TM)t exactly
lining up by the railway track just for my benefit.

   There was apparently  -�high tea -� at 5:00, but I stayed in my
compartment during that.  If it was anything like the  -�high teas -� I
-(TM)d read about in Enid Blyton books it would be too much to cope with so
soon after lunch, especially as I needed to leave room for the five-course
dinner that had been promised.  Maria had insisted that I should join them
again, and I was more than happy to do so.

   I also thought dinner required something more formal than shorts and
shirt.  I -(TM)d bought one long sleeveless dress that was simple but
elegant, with a high neck but cut quite low at the back, making it nice and
cool on a hot evening like this.  Because it left my back bare it was best
worn without a bra, which suited me just fine.  It -(TM)s so much nicer
being braless in warm weather, and the dress was cut close enough to give
my 32Bs all the support they needed, while the high neck meant that I wasn
-(TM)t likely to give Hansie any flashes of bare tit if I bent over;
however much he might have enjoyed that.

   Both Maria and Hansie seemed genuinely pleased to see me again when I
joined them, and she even complimented me on my dress, saying how much it
suited me.

    -�I only wish I still had the figure to wear something like that, -�
she said with a smile.

    -�Nonsense, you -(TM)ve got a great figure, -� I said, truthfully.  
-�You -(TM)d look terrific in it. -�

   She laughed.   -�Anyway, I think Hansie likes it too, don -(TM)t you? -�

   Hansie blushed bright red.   -�Oh, ma, -� he said,  -�But you do look
nice, Annie. -�

   Compliments over, it was time to eat.  Maria ordered a bottle of wine
which she said would go well with the meal.  She let Hansie have a small
glass, and the meal passed very enjoyably.  Maybe because of the wine,
Hansie became quite talkative, and we chatted happily about his experiences
at school and how much he was looking forward to going to university.  He
asked questions about England, which I did my best to answer, and all
things considered, it was a thoroughly enjoyable meal.  Every now and then
I caught him staring at my breasts again, which I found flattering rather
than offensive.  I wondered if he was thinking about what I would look like
underneath the dress, and this thought made my nipples harden with
excitement, giving him even more to look at.  Even so, as Maria and I
lingered over our coffee and finished off the wine, he began to get
restless, and seemed grateful when she allowed him to leave the table and
go back to their cabin.

    -�He likes his games, -� she smiled,  -�and this journey can seem
tedious after a while.  I -(TM)m happy to just relax and enjoy the ride,
but boys his age seem to get bored so quickly. -�

   She sighed and took a sip of wine.

    -�Ah, Annie, what it is to be a mother.  Hansie, he -(TM)s a good boy,
but I worry about him sometimes.  I love him very much, but I can never
replace his real mother; it -(TM)s just not the same.  And it -(TM)s not
good for a boy his age to have a father who -(TM)s away so much.  He needs
advice, guidance, on things that really need to come from a man.  He has
needs, desires; I -(TM)m sure you know what I mean. -�

   I assumed she was talking about sex.  If South African teenage boys were
anything like English ones, he spent most of his nights masturbating into a
sock, fantasising about his teachers at school, or the unattainable girl
next door.  Perfectly normal behaviour in most circumstances, and something
he -(TM)d grow out of as soon as he found a girlfriend who -(TM)d give him
somewhere else to sow his seed.

    -�I -(TM)ve done my best to talk to him about it, -� she went on.  
-�But there aren -(TM)t any girls at his school, so how is he supposed to
meet them?  I try; I -(TM)ve shown him what a woman likes, and I -(TM)ve
helped him out, just with my hand.  He enjoys that. -�

   Whoa, I wasn -(TM)t expecting that.  Had she just admitted to jerking
off her own step-son?  That was a bit more than just explaining about the
birds and the bees, and how to use a condom.

   She noticed my surprise and blushed a little.

    -�Ah, yes, I admit I have gone a bit further than most mothers would
with their sons.  But when it first happened his father had been away for
several weeks, and I was missing his attention.  Women have needs too, as I
-(TM)m sure you know.  Talking to Hansie about his penis had aroused me,
and I offered to stroke it for him.  He enjoyed it, and so did I, and since
then I have done it for him many times.  I have shown him my breasts, and
let him touch them. -�

   She paused again and took a large gulp from her wine-glass.   -�I -(TM)m
sorry, I -(TM)m embarrassing you.  I know it -(TM)s not usual, but it is
nice for us both.  It relieves him, and it gives me pleasure.  But I have
drawn the line there, Annie, and have never allowed him to go further. 
Sometimes he has put his hand on my leg and pushed it up my skirt, but I
have stopped him there.  I have thought of what it would be like to have
sex with him, to feel his penis inside me, but no; I may only be his
step-mother, but it would still be wrong.  I don -(TM)t think his father
would understand. -�

   She was becoming visibly agitated as she made this confession.  I still
wasn -(TM)t sure why she was telling me all this.  I assumed she -(TM)d
been wanting to get it off her chest for a long time, and I was the perfect
audience.  We -(TM)d never meet again after tomorrow, so she -(TM)d never
have to worry about her guilty secret getting out among her friends.

   She took a few deep breaths and went on.

    -�But I do worry about him.  He is going to university in only a few
months, and he is still a virgin.  Of course, he will have sex there, at
least I hope so, but I am afraid that if his first experience is not good,
it will spoil everything for him.  I would hate him to miss out.  I
remember what it was like for me; I had fun, I learnt a lot.  But I was
already experienced, and he isn -(TM)t.  I wish he could at least lose his
virginity before he goes away. -�

   She gave a wry smile and drained her glass.

    -�I expect I -(TM)m just fussing over nothing, -� she said with a sigh.
 -�I -(TM)m sure he -(TM)ll be fine. -�

   It was at this point that an idea entered my head.  It was a crazy idea,
and if I -(TM)d had time to think about it I -(TM)d probably have dismissed
it outright, but for some reason, I just opened my mouth and let it out.

    -�I could do it, -� I said.   -�Tonight, on this train.  I could
initiate him, let him fuck me.  Then it -(TM)d be done.  We -(TM)ll
probably never meet again.  He fancies me, I can tell.  The way he was
looking at me this evening in this dress, without a bra; I bet he was
fantasising about my body.  Given more time, he -(TM)d probably even make a
pass, if I led him on a bit.  What do you think? -�

   Maria didn -(TM)t even look shocked, just relieved.

    -�That is such a wonderful idea.  Would you really do that? -�

   I shrugged.   -�He won -(TM)t be my first one-night stand, and I -(TM)m
sure he won -(TM)t be the last.  But I -(TM)d like to do it, sure.  He
-(TM)s nice; you -(TM)re nice.  It must be fate that we met like this.  I
remember my first fuck.  It was with a boy a bit older than me, who knew
what he was doing, and he made it really special.  I could do that for
Hansie, show him how good it can be, if it -(TM)s done right. -�

   She reached out and took my hands in hers, squeezing them.  She gave me
a deliciously naughty smile; I realised that she had probably enjoyed
plenty of sex herself; probably still did, when her husband was home.

    -�Let -(TM)s do it, just as you suggest, -� she agreed.  Then she
looked thoughtful.   -�But should I maybe talk to Hansie first?  I -(TM)ve
warned him about being careful who he sleeps with; he might be nervous; he
might worry I -(TM)ll be angry.  We -(TM)ve talked a lot, I know he -(TM)ll
be happy if he knows I want it like this.  Why don -(TM)t you go to your
cabin and wait?  Give me half an hour.  Either I -(TM)ll send Hansie along,
or come myself to tell you he -(TM)s not keen.  But I -(TM)m sure he will
be. -�

   That made sense.  She squeezed my hands again.   -�Thank you, Annie.  If
you do this, I think it will be good.  Good for Hansie, and maybe good for
you too.  His penis really is very nice. -�

   We both went back to our cabins.  After enjoying a quick shower in the
cubicle at the end of the carriage, I wondered what I should wear.  Some
sexy lingerie?  I -(TM)d brought a few lacy undergarments with me, but
nothing special.  Or maybe nothing at all?  In the end, I just wrapped my
light bath-robe around my otherwise nude body.  That way there -(TM)d be no
awkward fussing with clips, zips and buttons; I could just slip it off, and
we -(TM)d be away.

   I sat on the couchette, my heart beating.  The thought did cross my mind
that Hansie wouldn -(TM)t want to come; that he just didn -(TM)t fancy me.
Hell, he -(TM)d better not stand me up.  I slipped my hand under my robe
and felt between my legs.  I was hot and soaking wet with anticipation.

   There was a light tap on the door.  My heart began to thump like crazy.
Who was it?  Hansie or Maria?  At least I didn -(TM)t have to go far to
open the door.  I opened it and was absurdly relieved to see Hansie
standing there, wrapped in a bath-robe.  He smiled shyly.

    -�Hi, Annie.  Can I come in? -�

    -�Of course you can, -� I grinned, and pulled him through the door,
sliding the latch once he was safely inside.

    -�I -(TM)m so glad you -(TM)ve come, -� I said.  Not wasting any time,
I put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips.  His arms went around
me, and soon we were snogging enthusiastically.  I slipped my tongue into
his mouth and then pushed him down onto the couchette, letting my robe fall
open and revealing the lack of anything underneath.

    -�Oh fuck, -� he exclaimed.  His eyes flicked over my naked body, torn
between my nice firm little titties dangling in front of him and the even
more enticing bulge of my plump hairless pubic mound, waxed smooth and
bare. My nipples were already hard with excitement.

    -�What do you think? -� I asked, jiggling my tits up and down in front
of him.   -�I -(TM)m afraid they -(TM)re not very big, but they -(TM)re all
mine. -�

    -�Oh Annie, they -(TM)re perfect, -� he said, reaching up and touching
them, sending a tingle of excitement through my body.

    -�Mm, naughty boy, -� I murmured.  I could see something stirring and
twitching inside his robe, down at crotch level.  I reached down and
slipped my hand inside, finding the warm meaty shaft of his penis, already
semi-erect.

    -�Oh, wow, -� I said with a smile,  -�That does feel nice.  Can I see
it? -�

   He gave a shy smile and untied his robe, pulling it open.  Like me, he
was naked underneath, and I was rewarded with my first view of his member.
Even in its semi-tumescent state, it was impressive.  Nestling in a thicket
of dark pubic hair, the thick shaft was topped with a plump circumcised
head, edged with a wide rim that looked as if it would feel great rubbing
against my internal vaginal walls.

   I took the shaft in one hand and gave it a few gentle strokes.  It
visibly hardened, and a small blob of clear pre-cum dribbled out of the
end. I bent over and dabbed at it with my tongue.

    -�Oh, Hansie, you are a big boy, -� I purred.  Every man likes to hear
this sort of thing, but in Hansie -(TM)s case, it was true.  He was a big
boy, and getting bigger by the second.

   I licked my lips.   -�I know you like having it rubbed, -� I said, 
-�but has anyone ever sucked it before? -�

   He blushed and quickly shook his head.  I wondered if that was true; had
Maria really never put this delightful member in her mouth?  But now wasn
-(TM)t the time to ask questions like that.

    -�Not all girls like to suck cocks, -� I informed him,  -�but luckily I
-(TM)m one of those that do. -�

   I leant over and licked around the smooth helmet, tickling at the little
hole with my tongue.  He whimpered gently.

    -�Like that, do you? -� I asked.   -�Most boys do. -�

   His cock seemed to be pretty much fully erect now.  Thick purple veins
stood out all along its length, and it throbbed as I held it in my hand. 
It was certainly a fine specimen.

   Opening my mouth wide, I put the whole of his knob between my lips and
slowly lowered my head onto it, allowing his long shaft to fill my mouth
until the bulging tip was nudging at the back of my throat.  I then sucked
in my cheeks and slurped my tongue around the shaft.  I could feel it
pulsating in my mouth, and Hansie began to rock his hips backwards and
forwards, gently fucking my mouth.  He was starting to breathe quite
heavily, and I sat up, letting his cock slip out.  I didn -(TM)t want him
to ejaculate quite yet.

    -�You taste delicious, -� I assured him.   -�Sometimes I let the boys
come in my mouth, but only if they -(TM)re not going to fuck me properly.
You -(TM)re going all the way. -�

   It was time to get serious.  Quickly I pulled my robe right off, leaving
me totally naked next to him on the couchette.  His hands shaking slightly,
he pulled his arms out of his robe too and let it slide out from under his
body onto the floor.  He had the slim, toned body of someone who played a
lot of sport and kept himself fit, not over-muscular, but with a flat
stomach and strong chest.  If I -(TM)d wanted a male body to lust after, it
would have been pretty much like his.  Most importantly, his penis was
standing up like a flagpole, still glistening with my saliva.

   Feeling bolder, he reached over and touched my bare breasts again,
running his hands over the soft, firm mounds.  I licked my lips.  It felt
nice, especially when he stroked my nipples.  They instantly hardened
again, forming tight little buds on my chest.

    -�You -(TM)ve got lovely tits, Annie, -� he said.   -�They feel really
nice. -�

    -�Thank you, -� I murmured.   -�And I love what you -(TM)re doing to
them.  My nipples are really sensitive.  Why don -(TM)t you suck them? -�

   He leant over and took my right bud in his mouth, rubbing it between his
lips, then sucking on it and flicking it with his tongue.  I held his head
and ran my fingers through his hair as he moved to the left one and gave it
the same treatment.  Fuck, it felt good.  I felt a tingle run through my
body, from my tits down to my pussy.  I knew I -(TM)d be getting even
wetter down there, wet and ready to fuck.

   He may have been a virgin, but I -(TM)d have bet money that mine weren
-(TM)t the first tits he -(TM)d sucked.  Maria had said he -(TM)d touched
hers, and I reckoned they -(TM)d gone a bit further.  He knew what he was
doing with his tongue all right.

   Then I felt Hansie -(TM)s hand on my bare thigh, stroking and squeezing
it.  This was the point at which his step-mother had always stopped him,
but that certainly wasn -(TM)t my intention.  Instead, I lowered myself
onto my back until I was prone on the couchette.  Then I took his hand from
my thigh and pulled it towards the warm, wet cavern between my legs.

    -�Put your finger inside, -� I whispered.   -�Feel how soft and wet I
am. -�

   He fumbled at first, fiddling with my labia while trying to find my
hole, but soon enough his finger slipped between the wet folds and found my
entrance.  He gasped as he found himself slipping inside.

    -�Oh Annie, it -(TM)s so hot and wet. -�

    -�That -(TM)s because I -(TM)m turned on so much, -� I breathed.   -�I
love what you -(TM)re doing.  Now put another finger in.  Then move them
inside me.  Oh God, yes, that -(TM)s it. -�

   He began to stroke the insides of my vaginal walls, pressing against the
soft pliable flesh.  I wriggled against him, encouraging him to push
deeper.

    -�If you just curve your fingers up inside, and stroke, that feels
really nice, -� I whispered.

    -�Like that? -�

    -�Oh fuck yes, just there. -�

   I was ready to fuck already, but there was another important thing I
needed to show him.

   I took his hand and slipped his fingers out, sticky with my juices.

    -�This is where I really like to be touched, -� I whispered.  I guided
his fingers to the hard little button of my clitoris and pressed them
against it.  Just doing it made me tingle.

    -�Ah, fuck, -� I gasped,  -�that -(TM)s right [gasp], just there.  Just
rub your fingers up and down on the bud.  Not too hard.  Round and round is
nice too.  Ah yes, just like that.  Keep going. -�

   Whether by luck or judgment, he -(TM)d hit on just the rhythm that
really got me going.

    -�That -(TM)s it, lover, keep going, don -(TM)t stop, -� I encouraged
him.   -�That -(TM)s it, that -(TM)s it, quicker, quicker.  Oh Jesus
fucking Christ! -�

   And I came, shaking and rocking up and down on the couchette so hard
that we almost both fell off onto the floor.  I pulled Hansie down on top
of me, put my arms around him and kissed him on the lips, as my orgasm
fizzed through me.

    -�Fuck it, that was good, -� I gasped.   -�You actually made me come.
Just ask your ma how good that feels for a woman.  But now I want you to
fuck me. -�

   There was one other little thing to do first.  I reached over into my
bag and took out a little folder containing a couple of condoms.   -�I
-(TM)m sure your ma -(TM)s told you about these, -� I said.   -�You -(TM)re
going to have to wear one now.  And I don -(TM)t want to sound preachy
here, but you -(TM)re going to need one every time you fuck, especially
someone new.  I -(TM)m clean, and I -(TM)m sure you are, but you don -(TM)t
know every girl is.  And they might not even be taking precautions
themselves.  There are two things you don -(TM)t want: AIDS or a baby. 
Believe you me, they -(TM)ll both fuck you up.  Babies are cool when you
find the right girl and want to settle down, but not when you -(TM)re still
sleeping around and having fun. -�

   Lecture over, I took a condom out of the packet, positioned it over his
bulbous knob, and rolled it down.  Then I settled down on my back and
spread my legs in a friendly, welcoming gesture.

    -�My wet cunt -(TM)s ready for you now, -� I said.   -�It -(TM)s time
to put your cock in me. -�

   All this mucky talk was making me horny.  I really did want his big
stiff hard-on inside me.  With my hands, I spread my labia wide open,
showing him my glistening, sticky inner flesh and my gaping hole.  I
reached out, grabbed his cock and positioned the bulging knob at the
entrance.  I rubbed it back and forth a few times, making sure the condom
was well lubricated with my cunt juices as well as its own gel.

    -�This is it, Hansie, -� I whispered.   -�I -(TM)m all yours.  Go on,
push it in. -�

    -�Oh fuck, yes, -� he stammered.  Then with one swift movement, he
plunged in.  God, his cock was thick.  I let out a squeal of genuine
pleasure as I felt it fill me.

   He paused for a moment, as if amazed to see his own erect penis buried
in a girl -(TM)s snatch.  Then he remembered what he was supposed to do,
and began to pump it in and out.

    -�Go deeper, -� I encouraged him.   -�Go on, push it right in.  Right
up to your balls. -�

   I began to rock backwards and forwards in time with his thrusts, making
sure he went as deep as possible.  His ball-sack slapped back and forth
against my arse, and his cock made a delightful slurping noise.

    -�Oh fuck, this is amazing, -� he gasped.

    -�Ah, don -(TM)t stop, -� I urged him.   -�Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.
That -(TM)s so fucking good, oh fuck yes, so good. -�

   Inevitably, this first fuck wasn -(TM)t going to last that long.  He
began to thrust harder and faster as his climax approached.  I was rocking
about on the couch, my little tits bouncing up and down, our bodies
glistening with sweat.

    -�Oh Annie, I -(TM)m going to cum, I -(TM)m going to cum, -� he cried.
With one final thrust, he pinned me to the couchette as he climaxed, crying
out as he filled the condom with squirt after squirt after squirt of his
hot thick semen.  A drop of his sweat dripped from his forehead onto my
tits as he rested, panting, the aftermath of his climax washing over him.

   Slowly he pulled his cock out of me, still partly hard.  The condom had
slipped down a bit with the force of his fucking, and the end was almost
completely filled with a thick pool of white spunk.

    -�Oh, Hansie, you -(TM)ve come so much, -� I breathed.   -�Let -(TM)s
see it. -�

   Expertly I unrolled the condom as far as I could without spilling the
contents, then eased it off the end of his cock.  The scent of fresh semen
filled my nostrils.  I held it up, letting the liquid settle in the end.

    -�My God, look at all that, -� I said with a smile.   -�Did all that
really come out of your balls? -�

   I held it over my chest and tipped it up, letting the thick contents
ooze out and drip all over my tits in a series of thick gobbets.  Then I
rubbed it all over them, making them all shiny and sticky.  That always
made me feel deliciously dirty.

   But Hansie wasn -(TM)t ready to stop yet.  He put his hand round his
cock, coated in a sheen of his ejaculate, and squeezed it.  Good grief, it
was getting hard again.  I -(TM)d forgotten how horny eighteen-year old
boys could be.

    -�Oh Hansie, you want to fuck again, don -(TM)t you? -� I guessed.

   He nodded.   -�It felt so good, Annie, actually fucking you.  Can -(TM)t
I do it again?  Just once more? -�

    -�Of course you can, sweetie, -� I smiled.  I threw the little box of
condoms at him.   -�You can do this yourself this time.  And you -(TM)d
better enjoy it,  -~cos this is the last one. -�

   I opened my legs again while he put the condom on, then pulled him down
onto me as his cock slipped back inside.  This time he lasted a lot longer,
and I showed him a couple of other positions, including the cowgirl, with
me on top.  He liked that one, especially stroking my still-sticky tits and
hard nipples while I bounced up and down on his cock.

   I stopped him when I sensed he was near to his orgasm, made him pull
out, and took off the condom.  I took his cock in my hand.

    -�This time I want to see you come, okay? -� I explained.

   He smiled and nodded.  I began to pump his cock, rubbing my thumb
against the sensitive spot on the rim of the helmet.

    -�Come for me, Hansie, -� I whispered, pumping harder,  -�Come on my
little tits.  I want your cum all over me. -�

   This dirty talk was all it took to push him over the edge, and with a
cry he ejaculated.  The first shot splattered across my tits as requested,
while the second went even further and hit me in the face.  It smelt great,
and I stuck my tongue out and licked a big rope of cum off my lips.  As
often with second ejaculations, it was thinner and less glutinous than the
first, which helped make it shoot even further, and soon I had huge rivers
of spunk running down off my tits and face, leaving sticky trails.

    -�Oh you dirty boy, -� I giggled.  I scooped some of the sticky mess up
with my fingers and wiped it onto his chest.  Then I pulled him down on top
of me, wrapped my legs around him and held him tight, wriggling into him
with pleasure.

    -�You can stay here tonight if you like, -� I whispered.  It was nice
having his warm, masculine body next to mine, smelling of sex.  I could
feel his cock, still semi-erect, pressed against my thigh as I dozed off to
sleep, the rattle and shake of the train lulling me off.

   In the middle of the night, the train juddered to a halt, jerking me
awake.  For a moment I lay, blinking and confused, wondering where I was.
Then it came back to me.  Hansie was still asleep, so I carefully knelt on
the couchette, drew the curtain and pulled up the blind.  I stared into the
silent dark.  As far as I could see, we were in the middle of nowhere.

   I heard Hansie stirring into wakefulness.  He knelt beside me, putting
his arms around me and stroking my body.  I felt his cock coming to life
again, pressed against my soft thigh.  I reached back and wrapped my
fingers around it, feeling my own desires stirring inside me.

    -�Fuck me again, -� I whispered.

    -�But you said we -(TM)ve used the last -- -�

    -�I don -(TM)t care.  You can fuck me bare.  I promise, it -(TM)s fine.
I want to. -�

   He put his hands on my hips and raised me up, positioning my bum against
his crotch as he spread my cheeks, finding the moist slit.  I felt his
cock-head pressed against the opening, then slipping easily into me.  I
sighed with pleasure as he began to fuck me again, steadily and
confidently. At the same moment, the train jerked forward, then began to
move again, pressing my bare breasts against the warm glass.  I stared out
of the window into the dark African veldt as he thrust in and out of me. 
Slap, slap, slap went his balls against my thighs.  Dark looming
silhouettes of rugged hills passed by, with just once a distant light from
an isolated farm to break the darkness.  He nibbled my neck as I gazed up
at the stars of the unfamiliar Southern sky.

   In time, he began to move faster, his climax approaching.  I clenched my
vaginal muscles around his cock, wanting to milk every drop out of him.

    -�Come inside me, babe, fill my cunt with it, -� I whispered, hoping he
liked my dirty talk.

    -�Ah, fuck yes, it -(TM)s coming, -� he gasped, and with a final
shuddering thrust he ejaculated, this time his semen free to splash freely
up inside me.  He rested inside me for a few moments, panting with pleasure
after his release, and then pulled out.  I squeezed my muscles again and
felt a dribble of liquid run out of my cunt and down my leg.  I pulled him
down onto the couchette and cuddled him, cradling his sticky cock in my
palm.

    -�Mm, Hansie, you are going to make a lot of girls very happy, -� I
murmured.   -�But I -(TM)m glad I was your first. -�

    -�Thank you, Annie, for showing me what to do, for making me a man.  I
-(TM)ll never forget you. -�

   He stroked my breast, and I felt my nipple hardening again.  I kissed
him, wondering if he wanted to fuck yet again, but then his hand slipped
off and I realised he was asleep.  I smiled.  Typical man.  But I was tired
myself, and despite the rattle and rumble of the train I soon dropped off
again.

   It was early but already hot in the cabin when we woke again, naked
bodies wrapped around each other.  We were both sticky with sweat and
various other secretions, so together we crept down to the shower cubicle
and washed each other clean.  I opened the window and looked out at the
passing landscape while he soaped my breasts and bottom, slipping his
fingers inside me while he did so.  His cock soon hardened again, but I
teasingly wouldn -(TM)t let him fuck me again, telling him he -(TM)d have
to save it for the next girl.

    -�Not even if I suck your nipples for you, Annie? -� he pleaded,
tweaking one with his fingers.

    -�Oh no, it -(TM)s time you sucked some other nipples, -� I teased,
wrapping my towel around mine to cover them up.   -�Come on, it must be
breakfast time soon. -�

   We kissed in the corridor before he slipped back to his compartment.  I
slid open the door to mine and was assailed by the familiar smell of sex:
that unmistakable mix of sweat, semen and other bodily secretions.  I
opened the window as wide as possible to let in some fresh air, in the hope
that most of it would clear before the attendant came around to clean up
while I was at breakfast.  The air was already warm and sticky, but not as
much as me.

   I dressed quickly, in just a plain white t-shirt and shorts, and went
for breakfast, feeling hungry after my nocturnal exertions.  Maria was
already there, pouring herself a cup of tea.  She smiled broadly as she saw
me.

    -�Thank you so much, Annie, -� she whispered.   -�When Hansie didn
-(TM)t come back last night I knew things had gone well.  And he seemed so
happy this morning. -�

    -�I don -(TM)t think he -(TM)s going to have any problems at uni, -� I
grinned.   -�If he makes love to other girls as well as he did me, they
-(TM)ll be queuing down the corridor. -�

    -�Thank you anyway, and I -(TM)m glad it was good for you too. -� She
squeezed my hand, and I saw her looking at my braless breasts, the darker
skin of my little nipples easily visible through my cotton top.  An
unmistakable flicker of desire passed across her face.   -�You really are a
lovely young woman, Annie, -� she said,  -�So like I was at your age, in so
many ways.  If you ever visit Jo -(TM)burg again, I do hope you -(TM)ll let
me thank you properly. -�

    -�Well, I -(TM)ll be passing through in a just over a week, -� I
admitted.   -�I have to fly back from there, otherwise work won -(TM)t pay,
so I -(TM)ve got a hotel booked by the airport for one night, before
getting an early flight back to London. -�

    -�Cancel the hotel; come and stay with us, -� insisted Maria.   -�I
-(TM)ll never forgive you if you don -(TM)t.  Let me put my number in your
phone, then you -(TM)ve got no excuse. -�

   She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers.  I gave her my mobile and
she tapped in her number.   -�I -(TM)ve given you Hansie -(TM)s too, -� she
smiled, giving it back.   -�I know he -(TM)ll want to hear how you get on.
-�

   Even before she handed it back I -(TM)d made up my mind to take her up
on the offer, so I smiled and sent her a quick text.   -�Now you -(TM)ve
got mine too, -� I said.  Getting to know her better sounded like a very
attractive proposition; and who knew, I may even get another chance to have
some fun with Hansie.  I didn -(TM)t suppose I -(TM)d have many
opportunities for sex during the coming week, so I -(TM)d probably be ready
for a bit of hanky-panky before I went home.

   I don -(TM)t think I -(TM)ve ever been more wrong about anything in my
life.


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