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Eyes of Fire - 2 (MF, rom)
by cbratb@cyberhighway.net
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ALL THE BETTER TO SEE YOU WITH.....
Jack had stormed out of the small exit platform, with her feelings
shattered and her pulse racing. She walked, a little unsteadily,
back to her compartment, cursing to herself....how could she have
done such a thing, standing almost naked in a train corridor,
with her hair blowing out of the window and that wonderful warm
hard cock rubbing in and out of her saturated pussy. How could
she have just allowed some stranger on a train to undress her,
and enter her from behind. How could her own sex have taken over
her brain so quickly and completely. Granted it had been many
a long lonely month since Greg had moved back to Dallas, leaving
her to tread hesitantly onto the dating treadmill, but this...this
was an act so alien to her entire life's nature that for a moment
she thought seriously of arranging an emergency counseling session.
She realized immediately the folly of her thoughts as she pictured
herself telling that dried up ol' biddy of a counselor, "Ah
yes, I pinched my own nipples and showed my tramp side to the
world on a train." The poor woman would likely have a heart
attack from just the story.... and if she didn't do that she'd
ask "Why???" "Because my cunt was absolutely aflame......."
hhmmmmm.......maybe counseling wasn't such a good idea.
All the way back to her compartment she had lowered her head,
afraid to meet anyone's eyes. Even though she was pretty sure
that the voyeur had headed off in the other direction, towards
the bar, the fact of the matter was that at least two people had
seen her, actually SEEN HER, with her soaked panties stretched
over her glistening open thighs and her pussy being pulled inside
out by the rock hard cock of stranger. Of course, that stranger
was one of the two people but even so.....
Luckily, with Him gone, she was alone in the compartment and she
sensed that a pretense at slumber was her best course of action.
That way, even if He came back, like to get his stuff or something,
she wouldn't have to talk to Him. or even acknowledge His presence.
She stood up and got a blanket from the rack overhead, stretched
herself between her seat and His vacated one.. Just as she was
dozing off, the train lights suddenly went out and the train slowed
to a gradual halt. She started to sit up as she heard the conductor
making his way down the train, reassuring folks and saying he
would find out what the problem was.
She followed him and his flashlight, feeling strangely anonymous
in the shadows behind him. He went on past the bar car, but she
stayed there, feeling the need for something stronger than the
wine she had drunk and spilled out of the window. She got a double
jack black and a coke back, swallowed the whole thing without
taking a breath and ordered another. It followed the first. At
that time the conductor came back through the train to tell everyone
that they were going to be there for the night. "Well ain't
that just fuckin' wonderful, " she said out loud. The bartender
chuckled. "Well," said Jack "better give me another
of these to take back with me. It'll knock me out and I'll just
sleep through Ôtil the train gets underway again".
Five minutes later, she was stretched out across the seats and
under her blanket, nursing the whisky. She had set the coke down
on the floor and now couldn't be bothered to reach out for it
so she just sipped the evil dark stuff without benefit of chaser.
Despite the booze, she now didn't feel sleepy at all...far from
it. What the liquor had done was stirred up the fire in her panties
which she thought had been thoroughly doused by the rude interruption
back on the swaying platform. Suddenly she could feel her breasts
swell and send her nipples to hardness against the silk of her
blouse. She idly moved her ankles apart and, with them her thighs.
Laying alone in the compartment in the total darkness, she slipped
out of her expensive tailored suit and got back under the blanket
in just panties and hose. Pretty daring for her, but dammit she
was suddenly on fire from the inside out. The whisky made her
cares go away, she decided and sipped some more from the plastic
glass in her left hand. Without thinking, her right hand began
to stroke her naked erect nipples in small languorous circles,
first one then the other....first slowly and then faster....first
gently then rough and rougher.
When she pulled her hand out from under the blanket to take another
sip from the glass, she could smell the wave of raw sex that came
up from her open thighs. The whisky tasted so harsh and so sweet
at the same time. The rough railroad blanket scraped and tugged
at her nipples as she turned over to set the drink back down.
She had never seen herself as sexually uninhibited, never could
have imagined that she'd be lying almost naked in a public train,
freshly fucked by a stranger - or at least almost fucked - and
still be playing with her nipples. She smiled at the thought of
telling her girlfriends and knew that she never could. Her hands
began to widen their circles, down over the flatness of her stomach,
across her hips on the outside and inwards....slowly inwards towards
where the actual flames were coming from.
Running just her fingertips over the outside of her soaked underwear,
she shuddered and almost fell off the seat. She pulled her ankles
closer towards her asscheeks and put her knees as far apart as
she could. Playing with the inside of her thighs, stroking and
pinching, up and down from knees to almost panty. Her hose were
gradually rolled down, like some kind of horizontal stripper in
a trance, and then both hands attacked her pussy through the crotch
of her underwear.
Her excited fingers pulled her lips apart and were immediately
soaked by the flood escaping from her pussy. My god, she thought,
have I been this wet all along, could the bartender smell me....could
the conductor...what must they think??? and then she suddenly
didn't care anymore about the conductor or the bartender.... She
grasped the sides of her panties in both hands and just ripped
them away from her body with one mighty wrenching jerk. She thought
the noise of tearing cotton and lace would waken the entire train,
but she didn't care. The force of the underwear being harshly
pulled between her lips before the sides gave way had sent her
into ecstasy. The sodden bunch of material fell to the floor and
two fingers from each hand entered her roughly . She opened herself
wide for her own savage beautiful rape. She pulled on her own
labia until her clit was completely exposed to the cool air, (the
blanket had long ago been kicked aside) and her own fingers. Thankful
that the compartment door was closed, although in truth , she
wasn't even thinking about it...just fleetingly glad, and wishing
that she hadn't sent Him away so brusquely. Her engorged clit
seemed so huge in her fingers - fat as a phallus - hard as her
nipples - trying to fuck her own fingers.
She could feel the release building.
It started in the tiny knuckle creases of her toes, which immediately
curled over and it traveled along the filigreed layer of silky
translucent hairs of her foot's arch. It seemed to shoot hard,
hot and fast along the thin skinned shin bone and electrified
her knee, it spread out in a web around her entire leg and started
to move slowly upward. It was happening to both legs at the same
time...her mouth was opening and closing with each long deep breath
and fast little gasp. She could sense and feel the sweat on her
upper lip.
She became aware that a slow burn was moving from the very centre
of each nipple and out across her flattened shoulders and down
over her belly. Like someone pouring electrified warm molasses
all over her. It seemed like an hour that she lay there, unable
to move except for her fingers....it seemed like forever as the
senses filled both of her arms down to the very fingers that were
causing all this...this...WONDER FUCKIN' FULLNESS .
The crackling web made it's way upwards, across the plains of
her begging thighs, and the molasses effect had covered her upper
torso and was racing downhill over her belly, - filling her "Inny",
and following the curve of her thighs on the outside and the thin
whispy trail of fur that led into the mane at her heaven.
Her mouth was wide open now, as she felt the moan building deep
within her. Her breath was no longer slow and warm but desperate
and fiery, gasping and huffing, her fingers were playing with
her clit only but she could feel it in every pore of her being.
Her toes were a solid ball of straining tension. She reached up
and managed to be able to get her lips around one of the now huge
nipples. When her tongue flicked across the very tip of her breast
she thought she would faint dead away. The molasses began to boil
on her skin and her upper legs felt like live things, she had
bulging taut thigh muscles and they gripped her own hand and pulled
it deeper into her fire.
Her eyes rolled around in the dim gloom, almost unable to see.
A single long low howl of a moan exploded from the depths of her
soul. Her fingers stopped their motions and just held the tip
of her straining clitoris, as the flood built in her loins. Her
eyes saw a face, in the moonlight, watching her through the train
window...but she didn't care....the moan was growing even louder
and seemed to be a soundtrack to the clasping and grasping, the
sucking as her fingers worked in and out of her clutching lower
lips. She held onto the eyes that watched from outside and roared
away on the biggest roller coaster in the world. At first she
was afraid that she would die, just expire to be found when the
lights came on....and she didn't care about that. and then she
was afraid that she wouldn't die at all, but just never be able
to get back....just spend eternity in that nanosecond before the
granmammy of all climaxes...the orgasm at the end of the universe...
and she didn't care about that either. And she didn't care about
the watcher, in fact she knew that she was delighted to be watched.
In between shudders she wondered how much he could see from out
there. She wondered if he had taken himself out of his pants,
how hard he was, how big he was, whether he could possibly drive
it through the wall of the train and bury itself in her huge
emptiness....filling her completely.
The thought, and the image in her mind, came just in time to help
propel her into yet another freefall through raging lust. Her
hands were cramping and soaked, her thighs were awash with her
own juices and climaxes Her legs were exhausted from straining
to get further apart, her nipples felt like they had flames coming
from their centers. She came a huge great shuddering Thunderbird
of an orgasm, racking her body and almost levitating her from
the seats. She felt like she was floating in mid air as her entire
body shook and strained. Another moan almost grew into a scream
and then died as she slumped back down.
She looked out the window at the eyes.
They were gone.
<H1>FIRE EYES</H1>
<H1>CHAPTER FIVE</H1>
<H4>IF I'D KNOWN YOU WERE COMING - I'D HAVE BAKED A CAKE.</H4>
"Jesus fuckin' Christ", I heard Camille shout as I landed
ungraciously on top of her.
Suddenly the bright lights of the train compartment made us all
look a little foolish, sprawled, exposed and sweaty on the grimy
Amtrak carpeting. Jenny was still laid back in the seat, buck
nekkid and laughing fit to beat the band.
I picked myself up off the floor and pulled camille up after me.
We dressed and composed ourselves, and tried to get jenny to do
the same but she was just giggling hysterically. I felt it might
be time to excuse myself, and allow them to regain their composure,
at least before the conductor came back and threw us all off the
train.
I remembered my original plan of looking back from the caboose
and continued on in that direction. The girls and I didn't really
know what to say to each other...the mood had definitely been
broken. What, five minutes before had been a room full of lust
and pussy had returned to it's alter ego as a train compartment.
I strode towards the rear of the train, and after a quick stop
in the bathroom and a walk through the baggage car, I finally
found myself on that little platform at the very back of the train,
staring off into the starry west Texas sky.
I inhaled deeply, first the fresh night air and then a cigarette,
and thought about the last couple of hours.
Nights like this just don't happen to me....hell they don't happen
to anyone....
I vowed to take this ride more often.
After a reasonable time, I turned back into the bright lights
of the train.
I've always loved baggage cars, ever since that wonderful scene
in "A Hard Day's Night". I stared through the wire mesh
surrounding all that stuff....boxes and crates and luggage and
train supplies and strange shaped containers all stacked up together
in odd piles and and some had fallen over when the train lurched
suddenly forward. As I turned back towards the front of the train,
I heard some more packages fall noisily to the floor. Then I heard
someone say"Shit..." very clearly.
I looked back into the cages and saw a figure way in the back
shadows.
"Are you O.K." I asked.
The female voice answered me, "Well I guess I'll live"
She stepped forward into the light, opened the cage door and stood
in front of me.
She was staring at me which wasn't surprising because I was standing
with my mouth wide open. She was the exact double of my little
TV friend who had started all this wonderful madness...well I
suppose I actually started it if you want to get technical about
it.
"Can you help me with something in here", she said and
I followed her back into the cage.
She pointed out some particular boxes and I dragged them over
towards the door, where she stood. As I labored with the last
one I looked up at her.
She had on those mottled black stone washed jeans that are so
popular in Texas, and a purple flannel shirt. Real cowboy boots,
actual work boots and a beat up Stetson....she could have stepped
right off the rodeo floor.
I was so busy admiring the flare of her curves in that outfit,
that I almost didn't notice the gun at all. Until she waved it
towards me and commanded, "Thanks fellah, now why don't you
just pull up a suitcase and I'll be right back". She left,
after locking the door to the cage behind her.
I pulled up a suitcase, like she said.
"Who the hell was this woman? why the gun? where had she
gone? when would she come back? what would she do to/with me when
she did? Why was she hiding in the baggage car?....what the fuck
was going on in my life???"
I realized that one of my questions might be answered by looking
in the boxes that she'd asked me to lug across the floor.... I
just didn't have any idea which one....but I figured I'd go ahead
and look.
They were all well taped up, and heavy as hell, but I got a corner
up on one of them and ripped the top right off the box.
It was full of sand.
SAND???
I plunged my hands all through the delicate grains and searched
the whole box.
JUST SAND...THAT'S ALL??
Yeah, that was all.
Well see, I was wrong. Not only did this box and it's contents
not answer any questions it did the very thing that I had thought
was truly impossible....it made me even more confused.
I wondered what camille and jenny were doing.
I wondered what Jack was doing.
I wondered what I was doing.
But mostly I wondered what little Annie Oakley was doing.
I heard the compartment door open and looked up to see my own
curious cowgirl come back. Following her was, I swear, an unshaven
guy in a black hat and one of those spaghetti western ponchos
and a small black cigar clenched in his unsmiling mouth. The two
of them together made me think I'd been kidnapped by the props
department of a western b-movie company.
"I found her", the guy said, "and I got the driver
and conductor locked up front."
"Then who the hell is driving this fuckin' train, "
I wanted to ask.
She opened the cage and stepped inside. The open box of sand was
at her feet, and she looked down at it and shook her head. "Ya
didn't have to just rip the damn thing open, if ya had just asked
I'd have told you what was in it".
She turned back towards Ponchoman, "Go on back and make sure
that Luke has things under control. I'll stay here and make sure
that no-one tries to get off this way."
She held the gun on me and tied my wrists together behind my back.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked...not unreasonably.
"you just calm down stud, all in due time.... that was quite
a show you three put on up there."
We watched as long as we could, but then we had to get the train
moving again. That was some little party y'all had goin' on. Made
me all warm. Think you got anything left?"
She stepped towards me and licked her lips as she ran first her
eyes and then her fingers over my crotch. Unbelievably it responded.
She chuckled as her fingers woke me up, and she gently pushed
me back until I was jammed up against the wall of the train. I
could feel the clacketty clack of the rails, and the swaying car
made me roll on the balls of my feet to keep balance.
Jesus, I was about to be raped by this modern day Bonnie Barrow
and Clyde could return at any time. She sensed my concern and
assured me quickly that "they" would all stay where
they were told, and I should just relax.
"Yeah right"
She stood back from me but kept close enough to continue her stroking.
From god knows where, I suddenly had a raging hard on, and my
hands were itching to get at her body...and to hell with the gun.
I asked her to undo my hands, told her how much more fun I could
be, but she just smiled and said that she thought she'd have more
fun if I remained tied.
Her other, non-stroking hand began to slide over the front of
her shirt, and then moved down to the zipper on her jeans. She
pulled it down, and slid her hand inside. I could follow it's
progress by watching the bulge move, and by watching her thighs
move and by watching her face. She obviously knew her own body
very well, and that's knowledge that I wanted for myself. I squirmed
forward towards her hand, pushed my groin into her hand, it seemed
to make her hotter but didn't help me at all.
She stopped stroking me and began unbuttoning her shirt. As she
peeled it off her shoulders, I saw a beautiful peach colored brassiere.
It was real Fredericks stuff, half cups and trimmed with lemon
lace.
She dipped her hand into the front of it and lifted her right
breast over the top of the half cup. She stepped forward and offered
it to me. I devoured it. Literally tried to eat it, to consume
this beautiful warm full flesh, I chewed on the nipple and nibbled
at it. I flicked my tongue back and forth over it and felt it's
hardness against my lips. I could take a part of the breast fully
into my mouth and create a wondrous sucking vacuum inside my cheeks.
All the while her hand was back inside her jeans, and when she
pulled it out, she gave it to me to taste her. And she tasted
fabulous. She took her fingers and began unfastening my shirt
buttons. When they were opened she slid it off my shoulders and
as far down my arms as possible..
I stared at her with eyes full of blazing lust.
I must have scared her.
She picked up her own shirt from the suitcase she had set it down
on, and tied it around my head. Once again I was plunged into
blackness.
I felt her breasts against my bare chest. I could smell her wetness.
I felt her hand stroking me again.
then I felt the zipper on my pants pull down. I felt the top of
my pants being opened, and gentle hands pulling them down. When
I kicked them off, her hands ran slowly up my legs from my feet
to my speedos.
I knew the top of my cock was peeping from my underwear. Her hair
rubbed against my chest and started downwards.
I felt her lips breathing into my navel, and her tongue tracing
the line of fur that ran down from my belly....down and down....
Her lips folded me gently into her mouth, as she dragged her fingernails
over my chest and up the backs of my thighs.
I couldn't see her, couldn't use my hands on her,
I couldn't do much except stand up, and I was having increasing
trouble doing that.
Then she kissed my face, and dipped her hands into my briefs.
Rolling my cock in her fingers she kissed down my neck and then
bit my shoulder.
I jumped, but so did her handful.
she bit me again
a little harder.
<H4>PUT YOUR HANDS UP......</H4>
<H4>NO...NOT THERE.... HERE</H4>
Well. I'd never exactly been in this situation before.
So, I'm hogtied and blinded, I'm rolling and stumbling against
the not so smooth wall of a rocking railroad car, in the middle
of the west Texas nowhere night. My shirt is hanging from my tied
wrists, my pants are somewhere else and there's a strange woman
with a gun playing with my cock inside my briefs. There's what
feels like a thin trickle of blood running down my shoulder. I
don't know what's going to happen next, in fact I'm not real sure
what's been happening for the last two hours or so.
All I know for real sure is that I have a hard on that I could
drill steel with and within reach is a very hot and tasty woman
who clearly has her own unique agenda.
I hear her start to talk to me, as she squeezes me repeatedly
in her hand.
"here stud, ya like that do ya, and this, (she clamped on
a little harder) how 'bout this. I watched ya stud, and ya made
me soooo wet. It's not nice of ya to do that to a woman when she
has a job to do, y'know. Y'all coulda got me in serious.......OOOHHHhhh."
I guess her other hand had been busy on herself, because I suddenly
felt her slump against me.
She pulled quickly back, and let go of me.
Now I was raging with lust. I said, "C'mon back here, why
don'tcha??"
I heard her breathing returning to normal and in fact felt her
breath against my face as it calmed down. I wondered what was
next but not for long.
"Kneel on down there, stud, lean your head way back against
the wall!!"
Still thinking of lust to come, I quickly dropped to my knees
and leaned my head back against the wall. All of a sudden, as
I knelt on the floor with my head thrown back and my neck arched,
it occurred to me that my throat was totally exposed to any psychotic
cowgirl outlaw lunatic with a Bowie knife. But before I could
register the thought and snap my head back forward, I suddenly
couldn't breathe.
Now I've never been scared of the dark, so the blindfold had become....interesting
..rather than scary. I could live for quite a while with my hands
tied even if I was desperate to get my hands on this woman I couldn't
see....but breathing...now there's something that I truly can't
do without. My mouth and nose were both stuffed full to overflowing
with something wet and furry and very very hot. It smelled like
my eighth grade art teacher, an older woman with a massive chest
that she would lean over me with, and stab into my shoulders.
It tasted like some wonderful liqueur. It had a strong gripping
thigh on either side of it that held my head in place.
"Harumpharumpharumph," I said. The thing didn't retreat,
in fact my vibrating lips made it grind it's way deeper into my
nostrils.
I know it makes no sense, a cosmopolitan guy like me, an'all...but
the fact of the matter was that I'd never had anything like this
in my mouth before. I'd come close a couple of times but apparently
in this particularly sport close means you missed.
I reviewed my position....I decided the only thing to do was to
find a way to inhale. I remembered my childhood repartee skills.
I stuck out my tongue. I could now get air into my mouth but I
couldn't inhale any of it because the aforementioned muscular
horse grippin' thighs suddenly increased their crush on my neck.
I knew by now that I was two shades shy of purple and 'bout to
keel over like a poleaxed ox. I wiggled my head from side to side
and swirled my tongue around in a big circle....BIG MISTAKE. My
eyes were savagely squoze from their sockets to join my impatient
soul floating around near the roof. Despite the blockage on the
sides of my head, covering my ears, I clearly heard a sound like
squealing tires or a jet taking off in the back of my head. Suddenly
my mouth and nose were open, I gulped in air for a brief second
before the floods came. My entire face was covered with a marvelous
warm liquid, squirting and gushing, the shirt around my eyes became
sticky, but dammitall I could breathe....great huge inhales and
exhales, gasps of air, very hot and damp air...but precious air
indeed. I gasped and gulped, and in between I heard her gasping
as well. She must have fallen backwards, or possibly sideways
because I couldn't feel her anymore, but I could hear her labored
breathing gradually slowing.
I realised that in all my desperation about breathing and staying
alive, I didn't really get a chance to enjoy my first crotch casserole,
and I wanted to find a way to try it again.
I regained sanity again long enough to feel my own erection.
Dammit, I felt like I was all dick.
So that's where all the blood was, no wonder I almost passed out.
Out of nowhere I felt the old familiar wonderful damp warmth of
lips over the head of my cock, and I moaned low and long.
I didn't stop moaning until I felt a second pair of lips, close
my mouth.
<H4>CIVILIZATION ISN'T DEAD YET,</H4>
<H4>IT'S DEAD.......NOW!!</H4>
Well that's certainly enough to freak a guy out...in the middle
of a blindfolded blowjob, someone else is kissing my mouth closed.
I can't speak, feel or see...but at least my nose is still open
so I can breathe. I felt hands running over my chest, three of
them, all with fingernails. Well good, at least it's not the dreaded
Luke. I guess he's still up at the sharp end of the train.
The kissing ends and I say thank you....mama always told me to
be polite
The voice that said I was welcome was a familiar one...but I couldn't
place it.
Just then, my cowgirl did something particularly wonderful with
her tongue and my attention was distracted although the soundtrack
of my moans and someone else's certainly helped. Since I could
feel one hand on my cock and only one now on my chest...i assumed
that cowgirl was also doing something wonderful to the kisser.
damn...and I couldn't see any of it.
I came with a great thrusting surge that at first I thought would
lift cowgirl off her feet. Her face seemed like a tiny little
thing at the very end of what must by now be a real huge mouthful.....she
swallowed and kept swallowing.
When it felt like every drop of liquid in my entire body had been
drained, she removed her mouth, and as I slumped over, limp against
the wall, I heard more and louder moans in stereo on either side
of my head. They didn't take long to reach fever pitch, I could
no longer hear the train for the squeals. I heard light smacks
of hands against flesh and gasps of pleasure. I could clearly
hear wet slurping noises and low cries of ""OOOHHHhhh""
I heard two voices, almost in unison, cry out.
And then all was silent.
It seemed like an hour before I heard cowgirl speak.
"Jesus, Amy, ya didn't have to scratch the flesh off my ass!!"
"Well sorry, but you seemed to like it at the time, honey"
I still knew that voice but I didn't know anyone called Amy....certainly
not on this train anyway.
"What are we gonna do with him...." I heard Amy say.
"Gee I thought I'd ask mom if I could keep him" came
the reply.
"Well you'd better let him get dressed first" chuckled
Amy "I'll go check on the guys."
I heard the cage open and footsteps fade away.
I guess cowgirl got dressed because I heard clothing and hopping
and zippers.
She was suddenly kissing me, and whispered,
"Thanks stud, ya really did have some left"
in my ear through my shirt.
Then she whipped the shirt off my head.
I thought I was blind at first from the light in the car, but
after a moment to adjust, my eyes settled on her tidy ass as she
bent over the box I had opened.
"Give me a hand with this, wouldja" she said but it
was an order rather than a question.
"Where do you want it?" I asked, before I realized that
my hands were still tied behind my back .
I asked her how she expected me to help while tied and then she
remembered too.
"I thought you didn't interact much" she said with a
low chuckle, as she skillfully undid my knots.
I smiled back at her, and realized the gun was nowhere in sight...I
could run if I wanted but I was, after all, still on a moving
train in the middle of deep dark Texas nowhere....plus Luke and
poncho were here somewhere along with Amy and Cowgirl...all probably
armed and certainly somewhat dangerous.
"Well, where do you want it??" I asked again
"Follow me" she said with a toss of her head. I bent
and picked up the box. It was heavy enough even before my most
recent little adventure, but I was ....weaker now. Still I managed
to heft it onto my shoulders. "What the hell are we going
to do with sand.....?"
She ignored me and went uptrain, with me and my sand following
in her wake. Surely one of the other passengers would notice this....at
least Camille and Jenny.
But their carriage was empty as were all the others as we rolled
forward on the rattling train.
When we got to the bar car, I told her my mouth was real parched
and asked if I could get something to drink.
She laughed and told me she thought I'd probably had enough to
drink form her...but yeah to go ahead and help myself.
I told her I would wait for the bartender
She laughed again...
"The bartender's long gone honey, so are most of the passengers.
There's no-one left on this train except five guys, and a whole
bunch of women...so get whatever you want and grab me a soda while
you're at it" I put the box down on the bar and it slipped
straight off, landing upside down on the pile of sand that poured
out of the open top.
"Well, way to go stud, that's not where I wanted that...but
I guess it's as good a place as any
Go on back and get another of the boxes, wouldja darlin' .. pleaeaeaease!"
I moved back towards the luggage car, aware that I could probably
attempt to jump the train, but knowing my luck I
break a leg in the fall and be snake bait before morning
I hoisted another box onto my shoulder and started back up the
train.
I was moving like a robot by now, in a daze from the sex and the
guns and the sand and the .....well all the other stuff. I tried
to think. What the fuck was possibly happening??? was this just
another Dallas dream sequence and I'd wake up to find someone
dragging me off of some matronly woman in the bar car on my way
to the penitentiary...
My sore dick told me this was certainly no dream and I did have
this painful little mouthful missing from my shoulder.
When I got back to the bar car, it was empty. I set the box down
on the floor next to the other one and went around the counter.
Scotch....i needed scotch and lots of it. They had lots....cheap
stuff but hey...who's picky, right?
I didn't bother with ice or glassware just opened those tiny bottles
and started drinking.
I was on my fourth when cowgirl came back.
"take it easy with that stuff, stud, you got work to do yet".
I asked her what she meant by the other passengers being gone....was
I going to stumble onto some kind of Amtrak Jonestown somewhere
along the line....or what.
She laughed out loud.
"Nothing like that, stud...do I look like a killer to you???
they decided to get off the train while it was stopped, they're
back there somewhere, but don't worry, we gave Ôem water
and food"
"Then what's going to happen next" I asked.
"Well first of all you're going to carry that box up to the
front of the train!" she turned on her heel and led the way.
Carriage after carriage looked like the Marie Celeste...that weird
ghost ship that was found floating on the open ocean with everyone
gone but dinners still half eaten on the tables, and all lights
on.
After it seemed that the train had vanished up it's own ass, and
we were never going to get to the front, Cowgirl called a halt.
"This is as far as you go stud, we can't have all them womenfolk
gawkin' and droolin' now can we???
Set the box down, and be a dear and go get the last one will ya?"
I headed back...even more confused than before.
I used to think that confusion was one of the human emotions that
had some kind of limits...like one could only get SO confused
before puredee crazy set in......BUT NOOOOOO.
Let me tell you folks that confusion is compound, it can just
keep on building it's steady mountain of chaos and just when you
think you're completely bamboozled beyond redemption there's another
twist, another turn and the wallpaper pattern changes in the back
of your head and you only useta THINK you were lost before.
By the time I got back to the baggage car, having stopped at the
bar car for another quick scotch, I was more confused than any
time since my ol' mama had squeezed me out onto the planet all
those songs ago.
But the only way out, as they say, was up...so up went the box
onto my shoulder and back I went up the sharp end.
Since all the cars looked alike, I only knew I was where I was
going when I almost fell over the box I had just left....hmmm
maybe that's enough scotch for now.
I put the box next to the other one and sat down.
The door opened in front of me and a tall woman in a summer frock
and pearls came through and closed it behind her.
She didn't look very happy.
She stood with her back to the door and looked me up and down.
That ....WOMAN..."she said with loathing dripping off her
tongue, "told me to come back here and...keep you company.
She said to tell you to ....make me squirm"
She looked like she was already squirming enough so I figured
I'd let her off the hook....I was pretty tired anyway."Don't
worry darlin' "I said, " I'm not really the pearls and
frock type"
"That's what she said," the tall woman spat out, "she
said that you would never have spent much time around anyone with
class"
Well now, that pissed me off, not so much that cowgirl had said
it, but that this woman obviously was making the same distasteful
judgement about my humble self.
"C'mon over here then, Lady Di, Let's get a good look atcha"
She stepped slowly forward, breeding dripping off every fold in
her grimace.
"How come you agreed to come back here, since it doesn't
appear to be any fun for you"
"She told me they'd just leave me in the desert if I didn't,
" she said, barely above a whisper.
I felt sorry for her again.
"Well don't worry sweetheart. Let's just not and say we did"
I put on my warmest smile and patted the seat across from me.
She sat down and smiled back.
"The problem with that plan is that she said she'll be back
here in twenty minutes and if we're not.....you know....then she'll
join in and make me do...things to her...." Her voice trailed
off.
This poor dame was close to tears and I've never done well with
crying women.
I reached over and patted her hand, consolingly.
"Well then, we'll just have to at least act like we're doin'
something, won't we....don't worry, I'm a gentle man. I smiled
at her again and she even managed a small smile back.
"What do I have to do???"she said.
"How Ôbout we start with a little kiss and cuddle...and
see where we go from there....have you ever done anything like
that??"
"Of course I have, just not with...someone like you"
she said and I got right mad again.
"Well then here's your first slum fuck" I told her,
watching her shock at my language, "Stand up Madame and lets
see how far those legs go up that skirt".
My hand had been still resting on hers but she snatched it away
as if it were a flame.
She pulled over on the seat...as far as possible away from me
and stared out the window as If calculating her odds of survival
in the desert.
In the space of a few hours I'd been seduced, attacked, raped
and now rejected all on the same train.
"Times a wastin' lady", I said and slid over onto her
seat. I placed my hand on her knee. She flinched and pulled her
leg away. I reached up and grabbed the back of her head, gently
but firmly and pulled her mouth to mine.
God she was cold, like a dead animal. I wasn't real sure that
I could go though this myself. I reached down with my other hand
to her breast. Through the dress and bra I could feel her nipple.
It was hard as a rock. But there was still no response from her
mouth. I always hated mixed messages.
When the gunshot went off, we both stiffened. We broke the kiss
and stared at cowgirl in the doorway. "Y'all have eighteen
minutes she said and turned and spun out of our sight through
the door.
As it closed, we stared at each other.
I was still holding the back of her head...still fondling her
breast.
She reached forward and kissed me. She took my hand off her breast....
and put it back on her knee.
She smiled, a real smile this time.
"Like you said....time's a wasting...."
Money can't buy happiness
and it can't buy bi either.
It was an awkward position to be in. I was trying to slide my
hand up this woman's thigh but we were sitting too close.
I stood up, and offered her my hand to help her up. As she stood
our faces came close, and she said, "You should at least
know my name...it's Marie. Actually that's my middle name but
it's the one I go by."
I introduced myself as my fingers curled back around her nipple.
I guess at some point in the near past I had subconsciously decided
to just lay back, like a good rape victim and enjoy myself - not
that I think there's anything much right about rape....but living
is generally better than dying and enjoying better than despising.
Crazed gun-toting women, bad Clint Eastwood imitators, mysterious
boxes of sand, cheap scotch, vanishing passengers, voices I knew
on faces I didn't see.... I'd pretty much concluded that this
particular train journey was in someone elses hands besides mine.
Her nipple was still rock hard and, with an insolence born of
throwing caution to the winds, I reached down and grabbed her
full ass through the frock. I heard her gasp, and felt her push
against me. This may not be such a struggle after all. In fact,
by eighteen minutes we may be smokin' cigarettes and makin' plans
for a movie.
My hand left her nipple and rubbed her pussy through the dress,
while the other hand gripped her ass tighter. She squirmed against
me, grinding her crotch into my hand.
I kissed her mouth, hard, and felt her tongue against mine.
Since I didn't have much to lose and very little of a script,
I decided to improvise and use this woman to work on my bushmunching
skills. I asked her if anyone had ever eaten her pussy before
and the shock of the word made her gasp. She blushed and whispered
that no-one ever had. I sat down on the seat and scooted over
into the middle.
"C'mere Marie," I said and to my surprise she did. After
she kicked off her sensible shoes, I helped her up and had her
stand on the seat with one leg on either side of me, facing forward
and leaning over the back of the seat in front of us. I ran both
hands up her skirt, and over her thighs to her pantylegs. She
thrust her ass back towards my face and wiggled under my hands.
I pushed her dress up over her hips and was almost blinded by
bright red panties just inches from my face. I could feel her
thighs trembling under my fingers and, as she moved her legs further
apart, for balance maybe, I slipped both hands under her lace
trimmed underpants and surprisingly slid into the folds of a very
wet pussy. It was hotter'n hell in there. This woman was ready
with a capital "R".
I slowly slid her panties up and over her ass and down her legs
and asked her....yeah actually ASKED her...to take off her dress.
She pulled it over her head and, keeping her eyes firmly in front
of her, bent back down over the seat in front. Her ass and pussy
were right in front of my face and so I nibbled on her cheeks
a little which only made her push further back into my face. I
spread the cheeks of her bottom apart and licked the insides towards
her pretty puckered asshole.
I wondered what her society friends and sorority sisters would
think of her if they could see her grinding her ass into my mouth...hell,
for that matter...what would she say if she could see herself.
While I had my tongue working it's way into her asshole, I reached
up and twisted a nipple in each hand.
I could hear her gasp and see her toss her hair wildly over the
rise of her back.
One hand moved down towards her pussy (I think it was mine but
I'm not real sure).
It was as hot and open as before, and had already leaked it's
sweet juice down the inside of her thighs. With one hand deep
inside her cunt I used the other to turn her to face me, and placed
one small dainty foot up on the armrest. The pussy was there,
my mouth was available.... I dove into lickin' it like there was
no tomorrow and yesterday was a bad day. Why in heaven's name
had I waited so long to experience eating pussy... I'll never
know now and I didn't care at the time. I just knew that from
now on I wanted pussy for breakfast. I drove my tongue as far
into her as it could go and tasted her wonderful honey as it soaked
through her full bush and dripped from my chin. Damm this was
GREAT.
I moaned and Marie made a series of squeaks and squeals. Boy we
were havin' us some big time fun. With my eyes closed and I guess
hers were too, we didn't notice we had company until I felt something
cold and hard in my ear. I stopped what I was doing and glanced
to the side.
It was a gun.
When I stopped licking and sucking and munching, Marie opened
her eyes, and screamed.
Cowgirl was standing next to me, holding the gun in my ear.
"Well", she said "I see you've loosened up this
tightassed bitch a little, stud, it's my turn now". She signaled
with the barrel for me to stand, tied my hands again, and pushed
me gently down into the seat. I thought I was going to simply
switch one pussymeal for another and that was just fine with me
but Cowgirl turned to Marie and waved the gun at her. "Sit
down, richbitch, you're gonna like this."
The poor woman, naked and sweating, breasts heaving sat in the
seat quietly while Cowgirl fastened a bright blue scarf around
the wide eyes of the frightened socialite. Seated, she trembled
as rough hands ran over her body, opening up her most private
parts to the savage assault of this hardened wanton mistress.
Cowgirl undid her jeans and pulled them down over her hips. She
grabbed the back of the head of the blindfolded woman and pushed
her face between the waiting legs. Marie squirmed and wriggled
but there was no escape from the muscular captor.
I thought for a minute that maybe she was beginning to enjoy herself
since her struggling subsided, but suddenly Cowgirl let out a
yell."Fuck...dammit bitch" and she pulled the head out
of her pussy and rubbed herself.
Marie had bitten her.
The injured woman hopped around for a minute waving her gun around
and I figured this was going to be the end of the line for both
of us, but it was still a pretty funny sight.
"Wipe that smirk off your face stud, and you....motherfucking
cunt...get your skinny ass up and get your fuckin' clothes on.
Your fun is over."
<H4>TALK IS CHEAP</H4>
<H4>OR IT CAN MAKE YOU SEEM THAT WAY...</H4>
I was beginning to like the relative comfort of the baggage car.
I didn't really like having my hands tied...but then again Marie
didn't like the blindfold either.
She looked rather pitiful, even though her hands were free and
I thought maybe I could talk her into freeing my hands in exchange
for removing her blindfold but she was obviously so scared of
having to "do something" with Amy and the cowgirl that
I knew it was a hopeless idea.
After a while her tears stopped and she fell silent, until, with
a sob, she said "I must just look awful..."
Vanity's a strange thing y'know. This woman had been sucked, almost
fucked and in mid squeal, grabbed, blindfolded and made to dress
in front of strangers at gunpoint before being forcemarched the
length of the train and thrust unceremoniously into the baggage
car....
and her big concern was her makeup and hair.
"You look just wonderful", I told her and I wasn't lying.
There was something new in her face, something almost defiant.
Course it was hard to pin down with her eyes covered but clearly
our little interlude, incomplete though it was, had excited her
more than she was used to.
She looked in my direction..."Do you really mean that?"
she asked tentatively.
Yes I did.
We were silent for a moment.
"I'm sorry I didn't give you any...y'know...with my mouth",
she said "I've always wanted to try that and I've always
wanted someone to do that to me, but I had no idea it would feel
that good"
"Well," I said "I'm glad you liked it. One should
always try new things. - Is there anything else you've always
wanted to try?"
Her entire face blushed and, even though she was blindfolded she
turned her head away from my voice.
"Well, like what?"she said.
"Oh, I don't know...that's why I asked...If you're uncomfortable
talking about it then we don't have to..."
She slowly shook her head....
and then said, "Actually I'm sort of enjoying this blindfold...I
mean... I'm still scared and everything but there's something
exciting about it...something very freeing".
"Maybe you should have told me that before I ran my hands
up your skirt..." I was smiling when I said it but I guess
she couldn't see the smile.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth I saw her squirm and
she quickly crossed her legs at the calf....
"I wish I'd been blindfolded when you, y'now did that"
she said.
and she uncrossed her legs and then crossed them again.
"I wish you had been too" I said, "It would have
made it more interesting as I rubbed the inside of your thigh
for you to be able to pretend you had no idea whose hand it was".
This time she kept her legs crossed but brought her knees up to
her chest, which gave me a delicious peek at the top of her thighs.
"Oh yes", she said, "That would have been ....fine
indeed"
Her breath was quickening as she spoke and I suddenly got the
idea that this society dame was not quite as upscale as she thought.
My slightly erotic comments were turning her on. I decided to
see how much.
"Would it have been better to not see me when I finally stroked
your ass through your panties?"
That did it.
Her legs remained crossed, but now at the ankle. Her knees were
wide apart and her dress had ridden up over her thighs. Unfortunately
there was now enough loose material hanging down between her thighs
that I could no longer see her peeping charms. But I could sure
as hell see her nipples sticking prominently forward in her dress.
I told her that.
She squirmed some more, and dropped her hands onto her knees where
her fingers made lazy circles which seemed to draw them further
apart. I'd never actually known anyone with sex-sensitive knees
before but I suppose it takes all kinds.
"Imagine me licking your knees", I said in as commanding
a voice as I could muster with my hands tied, "Imagine my
tongue tracing the outside of them and flicking the tops of your
kneecaps." I could see her thighs clench and realized that
this hot little society babe might be more fun than a pussy full
of beer.
"You like men to tell you what to do, don't you Marie. You
like to be told to open your legs wider and show me your panties."
"Yes" she breathed, and her tongue flicked out to moisten
her lips.
"Then do it, dammit"
Her hands slid off her knees and up each thigh, moving them as
far apart as they would go. When her fingers hit her hemline,
she pulled the frock waistwards. And suddenly, there they were...those
bright Egyptian red lace panties, which had seemed so incongruous
before but now were beginning to fit her character a little better.
She no longer seemed ashamed as she exposed herself to me. "Don't
touch your pussy" I told her as her hands had started to
move into the cleft between her thighs. "Pull the shoulders
down on your dress....there.... now take one breast out of your
bra and pinch the nipple".
By now it was obvious that this poor little primster was gone....good
and gone. The already hard nipple got one hell of a pinch and
she moaned as she rubbed her thighs against each other.
"I didn't tell you to close your legs" I commanded,
"Open them wide again, and since your were so naughty, slap
your pussy through your panties." She gave herself a resounding
slap, full flathanded directly onto her pussy with a wet splat
sound. I could almost see her eyes roll through the blindfold...
I could have seen better if my own eyes were little more than
slits themselves. I was sorta warming to this role.
"Take the other nipple out and bite it". I was surprising
myself with the tone of command in my voice and wished I could
figure out how to get these fuckin' ropes off my wrists and onto
hers.
Her teeth were visible against the dark brown nipple which seemed
to fill her mouth. She chewed on it back and forth. Without an
order, she bit the other nipple, put both of them in her mouth
at the same time, chewed on them and writhed. I could see the
tops of her thighs glistening by now, the front of her panties
was soaking wet, and her ass was lifting off the floor with each
nibble.
This activity was not without effect on me either.
"Pull your panties down, Marie, until I can see the top of
your pussy"
Before she did so she asked, "This bra is really pinching
my breasts. Can I take it off?"
"Not until I tell you, sweetheart. I want it to keep pressure
on your nipples so that they keep pointing towards me...you'd
like that wouldn't you Marie...you'd like me to be able to see
your aching nipples while you show me your pussy, while you show
me what a tramp you really are...."
"Oh YYYEEESSSSSS" she moaned and pushed her ass upwards
while she pulled down the front of her panties. Her bush came
into view, and then the top of the bright pink slit itself. This
pussy wanted me to look at it, this pussy wanted me to know that
it was there, hot and wet and open. This pussy was beggin' to
be public.
"Put your fingers into the panties, Marie. Show me what you
do with that pussy when you're alone." Her hands slid down
the front of the wet covering. Some of her fingers came out of
the sides at the top of her thighs. The others vanished, but their
outline was clear moving over her clit. Her tongue was lolling
from the corner of her mouth and her breath was moving with her
fingers.
"Tell me how that feels, darlin'. Tell me what's happening
to your pussy....what it wants."
"God it feels wonderful, It feels like the hottest, tightest
vagina in the world. I can almost....."
I interrupted her. "Say pussy, Marie, It's not a fuckin'
vagina it's a hot wet open pussy and it's wide open for anyone
to look at, and you want to show it to someone don't you, you
tramp. Say Pussy".
She did.
"Pussy, yes it's my open hot pussy and I want everyone to
see it. It feels so empty though, it wants you to do me with your
tongue, it wants to come and come and come again...like before.
It wants SOMETHING inside it, Now, Right Now".
"Then take your panties down so I can see you fuck yourself
with your fingers. Isn't that what you want you high society bitch,
isn't that what you really want...tell me."
"Yes, Yes.....that's what I really want...I want you to see
right into my pussy while I fuck it with my hands.....goddddddddamittt".
I could see her coming. Her entire being seemed to tighten and
shudder. Her tits were straining at the tight bra and her legs
seemed like they had coiled every muscle they could borrow. The
pretty flowered summer frock was now just a tube top around her
waist. Her panties rolled down to the base of her ass cheeks were
soaked and her hands were yanking and pulling at her engorged
pussy lips, and rubbing her clit.
"Please...."she begged, "Please watch me...tell
me how my pussy looks, tell me it's pretty, tell me ......ohhhhhhhh".
She came again, sitting wide legged, I could see the pussy gush
all over the carriage floor. Her toes were curled all the way
back and her arches stretched fully. She lifted her feet high
in the air as she came again, and I could see her ass cheeks spread
as her juices ran down over them and into the brown button of
her clenched ass.
"Stick your finger up your ass, slut. Put your thumb in your
pussy and fuck your asshole with your finger soaked in your own
come. Show me how hard you can come!!!"
And by god, she did.
What began as a slow guttural moan turned rapidly into a groan
and then rose in pitch as her fingers moved into and out of her
soaked holes.
Then it was a long shouting scream that, as she came, tightened
into a squeal.
Like a rutting pig she rolled on the floor blindfolded, squirming
her sloshing fingers into her body, tearing and slapping at herself,
pinching and scratching, swearing and cursing.
"Damn me Jesus I'm such a fucking bitch whore...fuck me Jesus,
suck me ....oh Christ....somebody fuck me".
I wasn't sure about the religious invocation but I did have a
dick in sore need of attention, and when she calmed down a little
I ordered her to crawl towards the sound of my voice, and take
my straining cock out of it's prison.
She semi-slithered across to me and felt around with her hands
until she found me.
Wasting no time she had my cock in her mouth and down her throat.
Hell for someone who never gave head before she took to it like
a ...well like a tramp.
She couldn't see but my groans told her she was doing the right
thing and she moaned and squirmed as her mouth slid up and down
me. Her hands were busy out of my sight but not out of my hearing.
The juicy pussy was clutching and releasing as her fingers obviously
continued their sinful work between her thighs. If only I could
grab and twist those nipples...she'd go nuts.
As I leaned back to enjoy myself I saw the cowgirl standing just
inside the door of the cage, but by this time I really didn't
care.
She stepped quietly forward and pulled her hat and shirt off.
The sweat of pure lust was shimmering on her stiff nipples and
running down over her belly.
She stood behind Marie, her boots between the poor unsuspecting
girls ankles, and pulled a wide leather belt from the belt loops
of her jeans.
Her eyes were alive with lust as she stared at the glistening
ass and gushing pussy raised up in front of her. I wasn't real
sure what was about to happen but it occurred to me that my dick
was between the teeth of a lust crazed woman with a very vulnerable
ass.
Cowgirl smiled at me, and winked.
Then she raised the belt high over her head and she blew me a
kiss.
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