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Border Crossing  (MF MF)
by Fenris

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Border Crossing

The slowing sensation and slight lurching caused Paige to groggily regain
consciousness.  Disoriented, Paige struggled to realize where she was and what
was happening.  As more of the cobwebs in her mind cleared, Paige realized that
she had awakened in the sleeping compartment of the night train from Geneva to
Florence.  Through still hazy eyes Paige glanced across the compartment to see
her friend and traveling companion, Julie, fighting the same battle with
consciousness.  With a quick glance at her watch Paige saw that it was 1 AM. 
"Why would the train be stopping at this hour?", Paige pondered to herself. 
Then it came to her, they had arrived at the Italian border.

As Paige once more looked over at Julie, she felt the renewed joy of being on
this trip.  Both she and Julie were one year removed from their high school
graduation as members of the class of 1979.  The fact that the two nineteen
year-olds were able to spend three weeks touring around Europe by train was
still an amazing thing to Paige.  Only the financial graces of youth hostels
and Eurail passes allowed either of the girls to afford this trip.  Paige was
glad to be sharing this trip with Julie.  Despite drastic physical differences,
people all said that Paige and Julie were so alike as to be twins.  That
thought rang as ridiculous to Paige since physically the two girls looked
nothing alike.  Paige, about six feet tall, quite thin, with blonde hair and
small breasts, compared herself to Julie who was maybe five feet three at most,
with brown hair, a rounder figure, and a chest that looked quite large on her
frame.  Julie had once joked to Paige that she had gotten her looks from the
father’s side of the family, and that they were proud of producing "women with
hips and chests"!  Paige had to agree with the assessment.  And, Paige thought,
she and Julie were probably as close as any two friends could be.  All through
high school they had served as friend, confidant, and protector to one another.

The train had now come to a complete stop, and Paige could hear the faint
sounds of footsteps within their train car.  The steward had informed them in
Geneva that the car was mostly empty tonight, and they shouldn’t be disturbed
from their sleep by other passengers.  Too bad the steward didn’t mention being
disturbed by a border stop!

Paige was jolted out of her little reverie by tapping on the compartment door. 
The door opened to reveal a twentiy-fivish looking man wearing a greenish-grey
uniform.  The man had dark hair, a mustache, dark eyes, and a muscular build. 
Paige admired the way his uniform fit his body.  It was obvious to Paige that
the man must be some sort of border guard or customs inspector.  She wondered
if there were really guards between Italy and Switzerland, but it really didn’t
matter.  All that the guard would want would be to check their passports and
then ask all the usual silly questions.

Paige was surprised by the fact that the man immediately launched into fast
spoken Italian regarding some issue that neither Paige, nor Julie based on the
look on her face, had the faintest clue as to.  Paige now regretted not knowing
any Italian, and she knew that Julie was no better off.  The guard continued
his monologue.  Paige tried to listen closely to what he was asking to pick up
some word somewhere that she might understand.  Her clue came soon.  The guard
gave a questioning look while asking some long sentence that contained the word
"hashish".

Now Paige knew what he was asking.  He wanted to know if they were carrying
hashish.  How ridiculous.  Did he really think that the two of them looked like
some sort of international drug smugglers?  Paige tried to assure the guard
that she and Julie had no hashish with them by telling him "We don’t have any
hashish, none".  As soon as Paige’s words reached the ears of the guard his
face changed.  He eyed Paige suspiciously, his head cocked to the side. 
Another stream of Italian issued forth from him, once again containing a
reference to hashish, while his right hand slid down to rest atop the pistol at
his belt.  Paige was confused.  Didn’t he understand what she meant.  Instantly
it came to her.  She tried again.  "No hashish, no."

The look on the guards face softened slightly, and he held out his left hand
while saying something that had an approximation of the word passport in it. 
Paige reached into her backpack and pulled out her U.S. passport and placed it
in the guards left hand.  Paige could feel the suspicion in the guards glance
as it momentarily held hers.  A flush of embarrassment passed through Paige,
from where, she didn’t know.  As the guard broke the glance between them,
Paige’s eyes followed his to alight on Julie as she worked to pull her passport
out from the front pocket of her pack.  Julie was struggling to get herpassport
out, and Paige was sure that there was a touch of nervousness in her friend. 
This was not a situation that either girl had expected.  With a strong pull,
Julie wrenched her passport free.  As Julie’s hand pulled free of the of the
pocket, two small white items flew across the compartment and landed at the
feet of the guard.  Paige gasped as she recognized what had fallen at the
guards feet.  The guard slowly bent down and picked the two joints up off of
the floor.  A very cold feeling of fear ran down Paige’s spine.  Julie had
bought some marijuana from a street dealer in Amsterdam.  That night she had
introduced Paige to smoking a joint for the very first time.  The sweet
sickness that Paige had felt in her stomach after that first, and only, joint
didn’t come anywhere close to the sick feeling that boiled in her stomach now.

The guard picked up the two joints in his right hand, while still holding
Paige’s passport in his right.  Turning the paper covered leaves in his hand he
examined closely what Julie had dropped.  For Paige the world seemed to go in
slow motion.  Paige could feel her body tremble as fear took a grip on her
psyche.  "Oh God, this is just like that ‘Midnight whatever’ movie about that
American in Turkey" Paige thought.  "We’ll be in jail for years."

After ascertaining that what he was holding really was marijuana, the guard
straightened up and started calling out in hurried Italian towards the hallway
behind him.  Paige felt her heart sink when the guard started calling.  Rapid,
heavy footsteps came towards the compartment.  The sound of the footsteps ended
with the appearance of a shorter more heavyset guard at the doorway.  The first
guard began speaking in even more rapid Italian to his cohort, while gesturing
with his hands towards the two frightened girls.  A spirited discussion now
broke out between the two guards, their comments obviously about the girls and
the drugs they had found.

Paige had never felt fear like this before in her life.  Trepidation about
being arrested crept through her mind.  She knew that it didn’t matter that the
joints hadn’t been in her bag, that she would suffer just as poorly as Julie if
the guards decided to arrest them.  And right now it looked to her like
arresting the two was what the guards intended.

"Hashish?" the heavyset guard asked.

"No hashish" Paige responded, her voice quaking and cracking.

The two guards once again conferred in Italian.  Appearing to come to some
agreement among themselves, both guards stepped fully into the compartment. 
While the first guard pulled the door closed, the heavy one looked Paige in the
eye and stammered out "Search".

The first guard stayed at the door, blocking exit, while the heavier one
monitored for the girls to stand by the window.  Both girls complied quickly. 
A short meeting of the eyes between herself and Julie confirmed to Paige that
they shared an equal fear of the possible consequences of their situation.  The
heavyset guard started by opening up Julie’s packs and rummaging through
everything in them.  Once he had evidently satisfied himself that Julie’s bags
contained no more illicit items, he moved across to Paige’s packs.  Paige felt
embarrassment as the guard went through her things.  The guard straightened
from Paige’s packs.  Paige watched with anticipation as he advance towards her
and Julie.  Once he was within arms reach, he reached over and took Julie by
the arm.  Paige watched as the guard maneuvered Julie to a position of
standing, facing the wall, with her legs against her bunk.  Paige watched as
the guard pushed Julie into assuming the classical frisking "position", bent
forward, hands against the wall, and feet spread.  Paige stared as the guard
placed his hands on Julie’s wrist and started to move up her arm.

Paige was snapped back to her situation as the first guard’s hand firmly
gripped her right arm just above the elbow.  The guard led a quivering Paige to
the edge of her bunk.  There he positioned her just as Julie had been
positioned.  The feeling of the guard pushing her feet apart with his feet, and
then the pressure of his hand between her shoulder blades guiding her upper
body forward sent another chill through her spine.  Paige felt the guard’s hand
slide down from her right wrist, along bare arm until it reached the sleeve of
her T-shirt.  Goosebumps broke out all along her arm as the guard’s hand slid
across the her underarm and down her ribcage.  Paige realized that the guard
was also mimicking his motions on the other side of her body.  Once both of the
guard’s hands had reached the waist of her jeans, he began to gently pat with
his hands.  Each pat was a little higher on her stomach.

"Oh."  Paige heard the almost pleading sound coming from Julie across the
compartment.  Paige desperately wanted to turn and look at what was happening
with Julie, but she knew that she didn’t have an angle to be able to see what
was happening to her friend.  The guard’s patting hands had now reached to just
below her breasts, and the pats had turned into a constant pressure, with the
guard’s hands never breaking contact with her body.  Paige knew what was coming
next, and she also knew that since this exploit had interrupted her sleep, that
no bra was to be found under her T-shirt.  A chill, and strangely, a tingle
both went through Paige as the guard moved his hands upwards to caress her
breasts.  Despite the situation she found herself in, Paige was amazed that her
nipples were hardening under the fondling hands and fingers of the guard.  A
slight moan left the guard.

After a short time of using his thumbs and fingers to tweak Paige’s nipples,
the guard bent down behind Paige and began running his hands up both sides of
Paige’s right leg.  As his hands traversed Paige’s jeans, he began to press
into her leg more.  As the slow slide of his hands progressed up her thigh,
Paige could feel his fingers massaging her inner thigh.  Finally the guard’s
hand left hand reached the juncture of Paige’s thighs, and pressed into her
crotch.  While Paige knew that she should be protesting this obvious attack
upon her, there was a small oft hidden part of her mind that was reveling in
the controlling nature of the guard.  The guard continued to press his hand
into her groin, wiggling his fingers as well.

Suddenly the guard’s hands left her, and Paige registered in her mind that she
had unconsciously tried to roll her hips to keep contact with the guard’s
fleeing hand.

Paige heard muffled noises coming from across the compartment, but she no
longer cared what was happening as she once again felt the guard’s hands, this
time at her left ankle.  The guard moved upwards faster this time, and Paige
started to anticipate the touch of his hand against her jeans covered pussy. 
Paige flushed with embarrassment when she realized that the guard’s hands were
headed to her ass instead.  Paige’s whole body was pushed forward as the
guard’s hands squeezed and fondled the cheeks of her ass.

Paige jumped a little as the guard placed his hands and the snap at the top of
her jeans.  The guard unsnapped the jeans and eased the zipper down as Paige
let out a little whimper of protest.  Despite her desire to keep her clothes
on, Paige did nothing to stop the guard from pushing her jeans down over her
slim hips.  As soon as her jeans had passed the point of knees, the guard
released them and moved his hands up to her hips once again.

A small tear, caused by what emotion she wasn’t sure, trickled down Paige’s
cheek.  As the guard’s hands began to slide his her black panties down her
legs, Paige shook with the reaction to multiple feelings of fear, shock, and
building excitement.  Paige had to admit to herself that there was something
about the fact that she had no control of the situation, and that she faced big
trouble if she didn’t comply, that set her internal fires burning.  There was
nothing else that would or could explain away that fact that despite the fact
that she was being forced towards some sexual act or acts, that there was
moisture clinging to the walls and lips of her pussy.  Paige realized that at
whatever level, she felt more excitement now then she had during any of the
occasions on which she had had "sexual" physical dealings.  The feelings she
now felt even surpassed those that she had felt the two times she had actually
had sex.

Paige jumped once again as the guard, who was kneeling behind her, playfully
bit into the left cheek of her ass.  The guard’s hands were now lifting Paige’s
left leg and sliding both her jeans and her panties over her bare foot.  Then
the guard repeated the procedure with her right leg.  Paige felt the coolness
of nakedness across her lower body.  All she wore now was her T-shirt.  With
her pants removed, the guard once again slid his hand up Paige’s left leg. 
This time when he reach her inner thigh, the guard let his fingers continue
lightly on Paige’s skin, right up to the lips of her moistening pussy.

Paige let out a gasp as the guard, without hesitation, plunged one of his
fingers up into her sex.  Paige nearly fell down, so shocked was she by the
quick entry.  Only the fact that she could place her weight through her hands
to the wall, kept her standing.  The guard began a slow pistoning of his finger
in and out of Paige.  Paige felt the guard include a second finger inside of
her.  Physical excitement was rapidly replacing any other feelings that Paige
may have felt.  She knew in her head that she was being used, and it was
against her will.  While Paige contemplated, the guard began rubbing his thumb
over her clit while still thrusting his fingers in and out of her grasping
pussy.  Well maybe it was once against her will Paige thought as a moan of true
ecstasy escaped her lips.  Paige made a decision that she would willing do
whatever the guard now wanted.  The desire to feel the power of her building
orgasm had run rough-trod over any feelings of impropriety.

“No, no” Paige whimpered as the guard withdrew his fingers from her.  The guard

immediately pulled Paige to a standing upright position.  Then he grasped her
T-shirt by the bottom and started pulling it upwards.  Paige, her body craving
more contact, raised her arms above her head to assist the guard in removing
the shirt.  Once the shirt had cleared her upraised hands, Paige felt the guard
turning her so that she would face the window of the compartment.  Pressure at
her shoulders let Paige know to once again bend forward, this time placing her
hands on the cool glass of the train window.  From this position, bent at the
waist, legs spread, and her hands against the window, Paige was able to turn
her head to the left and finally see what was happening with Julie.

Paige had been hearing, though not hearing, the sounds that had been coming
from the other half of the compartment.  She knew that something similar to her
plight had also befallen Julie, but that didn’t mean she was prepared for the
vision that her eyes beheld.  Julie has completely naked.  She was lying
sideways on her bunk with her ass right at the edge of the bunk.  What amazed
Paige was that the other guard was holding Julie’s ankles up and out in the
widest vee that could be imagined.  This served to open Julie’s pussy wide, and
the guard was about to take advantage of that position.  Paige saw him moving
the head of his hard, and quite prodigious, cock to the lips of Julie’s pussy. 
Paige stared enraptured as the heavyset guard pushed the crown of his dick
between the lips of Julie’s pussy.  Julie let loose with a guttural "Unghh" as
the guard’s cock pushed into her.  The sound caused Paige to look at Julie’s
face, where she saw closed eyes, and what appeared to be Julie biting down on
her lower lip.  As interesting as looking at Julie’s facial reactions to being
speared by the guard, Paige quickly returned to watching the progress of his
cock.  The increased excitement that Paige felt at viewing Julie being taken
caused another small moan to escape her lips.  Paige had never seen anyone
actually having sex before, and the sight held her enraptured.  The vision of
the large guard, his uniform pants and his shoes discarded on the ground beside
him, gently pushing his large thick cock into her friend would stick in Paige’s
mind forever after.

Paige felt the hand’s of  what she now regarded as "her" guard on her hips. 
The next thing she felt was a presence at the lips of her spread pussy.  Paige
could feel the first little intrusions of her guard’s cock sliding ever so
slightly into her.  The sight to her left still held Paige’s attention however.
 As she watched, the guard who was fucking Julie had eased his cock all the way
into Julie.  He now withdrew his glistening shaft almost all the way out of
Julie, leaving only the head still inside of her.  With one hard, quick thrust,
the guard once again buried his cock to the hilt in Julie’s wet pussy.

"Unngh God" Julie squealed as the guard’s cock bottomed out in her.  Paige
heard the guard moaning something in Italian, but she had no idea what.  As
Paige watched the guard repeated the process again with Julie.

Another squeal issued forth from Julie as she was once again impaled by the
guard’s prick.  Julie’s squeal was quickly overwhelmed by the loud moaning "Oh"
that came from Paige.  The guard behind her had decided to bury his prick into
her in one stab.  Paige’s mind marveled at the fullness she felt from her
spread and stuffed pussy.  She felt the guard’s cock slide outwards and then
drive inwards, starting slowly but the pace quickening with each thrust. 
Paige’s body rocked forward with each thrust, the pressure on her hands to hold
her up was increasing with each thrust.  Paige felt the guard’s hands at her
breasts, and soon the sensations of having both of her nipples lightly pulled
were washing through her.  Another moan came from Paige’s throat as the guard
began to moderately pinch and pull at her nipples.  Paige knew that with each
thrust of the cock driving into her that her pussy was becoming wetter and
wetter, and that the subsequent thrust would proceed that much easier and
deeper.  Paige could feel her clit throbbing and aching for attention as she
was being forcefully fucked by the Italian border guard behind her.

A constant mewling sound from her left caused Paige to look over to Julie and
her guard.  The large guard was still holding Julie’s ankles far apart in the
air, and he was now fucking into Julie with a tremendous speed.  Paige couldn’t
have imagined that anyone could fuck as hard and as furiously as the guard and
Julie were.  Julie’s eyes were still clamped tightly shut, and her fingers were
manipulating her own nipples as Paige watched the guard’s large white ass
jerked back and forth in a staccato rhythm.

Paige’s attention was once again drawn away as she felt the guard’s fingers
leave her nipples after one last twisting pinch.  The next thing that Paige
sensed was the combination of a loud "Smack" sound and the feeling of the
guard’s hand striking her right buttocks.  Mild pain emanated outwards from
Paige’s butt like ripples in a pond.  Another smacking sound and more feeling
from her ass told Paige that the first spank would not be the only one.  Paige
felt a sense of humiliation rise up in her.  It wasn’t bad enough, she thought,
that she was bent over being fucked by a man she didn’t know, slightly against
her will, but now he was busy spanking her as he shoved his hard cock in and
out of her.  Paige had a feeling of being used and controlled with each spank
that landed on her small ass.  And, she noticed with internal disgust, as each
ripple of pain extended out from her ass, that when it reached her pussy and
her clit that it turned into more excitement and pleasure.

Suddenly the spanking ceased, and Paige felt the guard’s hands grip her at each
of her slim hips.  Paige could feel the guard pull her backwards forcefully by
the hips with each of his inward thrusts.  This served to drive his cock deeper
into Paige which propelled her a rung higher up the orgasm ladder.  Paige was
now being buffeted hard by each thrust. As her body hammered back and forth she
could feel her downward hanging hair brushing past her cheeks adding a gentle
caressing sensation to the less that gentle sensations going on elsewhere in
her body.  Soon Paige realized that she was actively ramming her hips backwards
into the guard with each thrust.  The guard’s hands were now only serving as a
guide to Paige’s own thrusting hips.  With each pummeling thrust, Paige could
hear the slap of the guard’s skin against the skin of her ass.  The sound
played as sweet music to Paige’s ears.

A change in sounds caused Paige to once again cast her gaze towards where Julie
and the other guard were.  Paige was amazed to see that the guard was now
sitting astride Julie’s chest, thrusting his wet cock between Julie’s sweat
slick tits.  The guard had his hands on the outside of Julie’s tits, pushing
them inwards, pressing them against his constantly moving cock.  It looked to
Paige as if the guard had even managed to get Julie’s nipples involved in the
action by rolling his thumbs across them with each thrust.

Two new sensations came to Paige almost at once.  The first, and most important
to her, was that the guard behind her had removed his right hand from her hip,
and was now moving it along her stomach on the way to her pussy.  The second
sensation took Paige a little longer to identify.  She realized that it was
taking more effort to keep her bent-over fucking position than it had a moment
ago.  Then it dawned on her that the train was starting it’s very slow move
forwards.

Her thoughts about the train were interrupted almost immediately by the feeling
of the guard’s finger rubbing strongly across her enflamed clit.  The guard’s
pace had also picked up some in his powerful fucking of Paige.  Paige was
slamming her pussy back on to the guard’s invading prick with each and every
thrust.  The feeling of the guard’s cock in her along with his ministrations of
her clit, were pushing Paige closer and closer to the precipice of orgasm.

Then Paige saw the guard, who was astride Julie, start to tense up.  Paige
watched as his face contorted, and the muscles of his back and ass tightened. 
Paige stared transfixed as the guard’s cum began to shoot out onto Julie’s
skin.  With each twitch of his cock, the guard sent cum onto Julie’s chest,
neck and there was even a strand smeared across her chin.

Paige’s mind whirled.  Here she was on a train in Europe being fucked like the
was no tomorrow by a border guard she didn’t even know while she looked over at
her best friend who had just been thoroughly fucked as well.  The emotions and
physical sensations of the whole situation began to overwhelm her.  She now
knew that she became tremendously excited by not being in control in a sexual
situation.  That fact, along with the messages coming from her filled pussy and
her overstimulated clit, along with the visual of cum splattered on her friend
finally pushed Paige over the edge.  She could feel all of the muscles of her
abdomen clamp down.  The muscles of her legs tensed, fighting to hold her up as
the waves of a gigantic orgasm washed over, around, and through her.  Paige
felt the muscles of her pussy spasmodically clamp down and release around the
guard’s thrusting cock over and over again.  In response to the total physical
outpouring of her orgasm, Paige hung her head low between her tensed,
supporting, arms.  A deep moan came forth from her, followed by a cry of "Yes,
yes, yes" as her whole body combined in a symphony of pleasure.

Even as Paige crested through her orgasm, she could feel that the pressures
that that orgasm had put on the guard’s cock had brought him to the edge as
well.  Paige heard and almost strangled moan accompanied by some guttural
Italian yelled from the guard behind her.  She felt his cum blasting away
inside her worn out pussy.  As the guard’s cock slowed it’s spasms, Paige
leaned her right shoulder into the glass of the compartment window to help keep
her upright.  She felt the withdrawal of the guard’s cock as she leaned
forward.  Paige then felt the wetness of that cock’s last spasm as a small
stream of cum landed on her ass.  Paige was emotionally and physically fried. 
She slumped a little lower and tried to recover from the strongest sexual
experience of her young life.

Paige eased herself to a sitting position with her back against the wall of the
compartment for support.  Through somewhat hazy eyes she noticed the two
guard’s scrambling to put their uniform pants back on.  The heavier guard was
already at the now unlocked and opened door as the guard who had just fucked
Paige grabbed his shoes from the floor.  The guards ran out the door, pulling
it shut behind them.  Only then did it register as to why the guards were in
such a hurry.  She felt the motion of the train as it began to pick up speed
out of the border stop.  She guessed that the train was still going slow enough
to allow the two guards to safely jump down, even with their hands burdened
with their shoes.

Paige looked over to Julie, to see her friend still with her eyes forced shut,
a little tremor passing through her body.  Paige was now worried about how
Julie would handle what had transpired.  Paige knew for herself, that she had
learned some important things about her own sexuality.  She was sure now that
the best sex for her would come when she didn’t have control of a situation, or
at least when she didn’t feel like she had control of the situation.  She
realized that the whole scenario had caused excitement in her that she doubted
she would have ever felt without a scenario where she was helpless or was
"pushed" into doing things she otherwise wouldn’t have done.

But what about Julie?  Was this whole thing too much for her?  Paige doubted
that the experience had been as enlightening to Julie as it was to her.  How
hurt was Julie now?

Paige jerked her head over to look at Julie as a soft, trembling "Oh God"
escaped from her.  Paige looked on in compassion for her friend as Julie’s eyes
finally opened.

Another little trembling moan from Julie was followed by Julie wiping some of
the guard’s cum from her chin.  Paige watched as Julie held the wet finger
before her eyes, her expression one of almost looking through her finger. 
Paige stared on as Julie brought the finger to her lips and licked the cum from
it.  A louder, firmer, "Oh God, YES" issued forth from Julie’s mouth.  Maybe
the two of them really were like twins after all Paige thought as she watched a
huge smile cross her friend’s face.

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