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Over Night in Paradise (MF, rom)
by Andy (address withheld by request)
Most of your readers are probably too young to have
experienced overnight train travel in a sleeping car, but have perhaps
seen examples of this in movies. It was in such a car that I took my
sister's virginity and set in motion the family life-style that we
still practice today.
It was 1945, World War II had just ended and I had been
discharged from the Navy. My father got a high-ranking assignment in
defeated Germany and my sister, Eileen, and I were sent to stay with
relatives in Portland, Oregon, booked into a sleeping car on the
Northern Pacific out of Chicago. I'd never been in a sleeping car
before and was a little surprised that, at least in this particular
one, there was only a smallish double bunk bed with a luggage
compartment overhead. We also had a tiny bathroom adjoining. Eileen
was even more surprised and suddenly very shy when she realized that
we'd have to share the bed. She had just turned eighteen at the time
and was a somewhat timid young girl anyway.
She was very pretty, however, and I couldn't help but admire
her developing beauty, since I hadn't seen her for around three years.
She had certainly filled out in all the right places. The train left
about dark and the first order of business was dinner in the posh
dining car. Eileen was quite and retiring but very polite and knew
her etiquette. In fact, she had to help me know just which of the
forks to use for each course.
After that we went to the Club Car, where I had a highball and
she drank a Coca Cola. I was very much aware of the admiring looks
she got from the other patrons, predominantly middle-aged businessmen.
The sleeping car attendant had also been very attentive and I realized
that we were listed on the tickets as Andrew and Eileen Pinella. He
assumed we were husband and wife. The single compartment just made it
all logical.
When we retired to our private quarters, we talked for a
couple of hours. Mostly my little sister wanted to know about my time
in the Navy, especially in the South Pacific where I was a gunnery
mate. Then the attendant came by and turned down the bed for us and
it was time to turn in. We agreed that she would be first to use the
bathroom. When she finished, I'd gotten into my pajamas and she
emerged in a long cotton nightgown with her travel clothes in her
hand. Then I went in to brush my teeth and wash up.
When I came back, she'd turned on the small light over the
bunk and was huddled under the sheet, facing the bulkhead as closely
as she could get. I turned out the overhead lights and slid in behind
her. We didn't speak and I just listened to the clackety-clack of the
train wheels underneath us. We were tired and I believe that I
actually fell asleep for a little while. Then I came dimly awake as
we went through a rather uneven stretch of the roadbed, which made the
whole car sway from side to side and rolled us even more into contact.
My groin was pressed right up against her soft buttocks. Now,
I need to tell you that I had been a little wild on a few occasions
when our ship was in port. In other words, I 'd had a fair bit of
experience with women. Never one like Eileen, of course, so innocent
and fresh but yet so gorgeous. As I pictured the way she'd looked in
the dining car, especially the way her young breasts filled out the
front of her lacy blouse, I began to have an erection! The more the
train rocked me against her, the larger it grew!
Eileen could feel it, I knew, but I wasn't sure she knew what
it was. When she started to squirm a little in a futile effort to
move away, I knew she had at least some idea. It was at that moment,
I'm sure, that I first actually thought of fucking her. That was the
final impetus for my swelling organ to rear up to full readiness. I'm
not at all small down there, that's for sure. In fact, my shipmates
had nicknamed me "the pony" and they weren't referring to my ears!
The other thing was that I hadn't had any sex for a couple of months
and was extremely randy! Not making excuses, but it was true.
It all added up to my hormones overcoming whatever moralistic
concerns I might have had. I slid my arm over her waist until I could
reach around to her little tummy. It was quivering! Eileen is only
about five feel tall, I am six foot two, and she felt like a little
doll in my arms. I slipped my other hand underneath her neck to
cradle her cheek. It was very warm . In a moment I let it slide ever
so slowly down her front until I could cup the soft globe of her
tittie and palpate it with my palm. She made a little whimpering
sound and tried to squirm away, but there was no place for her to go.
For quite a long time we just lay there with me fondling her.
My rampant penis was squashed between us, so in a bit I pulled
my hand from her abdomen and used it to open my pajama placket until I
was full exposed. Then I began to pull up her nightgown. She mewed
and squirmed. "It's all right, Baby Girl," I cooed into her ear.
"Everything is all right ... Andy's gonna make you feel real good!"
Now I was really worked up and knew, unless she resisted a whole lot
more strongly, I would have her!
The nightgown was a bit of a problem, held down by her body,
but the sheet was slick and I was able to eventually get clear up
around her waist. Now my bare, turgid spear was resting right in the
groove of her buttocks and I unconsciously was rubbing it up and down
in time with the clattering of the wheels. My one hand was still
working at her breast and I now got the other one into play along her
mons. Her pubic hair was soft as silk, softer than any I'd ever felt,
and her labia seemed puffy but firm. I wriggled a finger into her
slot and located her clitoris, hard and ready, and commenced to tease
at it. My sister whined aloud and pressed herself against the wall,
but I had her firmly secured and there was no way I was going to let
her get away unless she specifically ordered me to stop what I was
doing.
When I felt wetness under my fingers, I removed them and from
behind lifted her leg to let me through. I was easily long enough to
reach her cave from there, slipped my big log between the
thigh-pillars and pressed it to her slit. Easing inside, thrilling to
the little mewing sounds she made, I came up against her barrier. By
lifting her leg high, I widened the aperture, and then suddenly shoved
forward, boring my way right through the thin membrane and pushing her
hips firmly against the wall. Another strong thrust and I was into
her as far as I could go and it was the hottest, sweetest feeling in
the world. Into her ear I whispered, "I'm sorry I hurt you, Little
Girl, but now I'll make it up to you!"
And I began to put it to her. I wasn't at all rough and
certainly not clumsy. As I withdrew my hot probe as far as I could
arch, I held her back firmly against me, the slowly slid myself back
into her satiny depths. I did this several times before finding a
good rhythm and then held her gently as I proceeded to fuck away to my
heart's content. Our only other verbal communication was when I was
moved to murmur, "It's not that bad, is it, Sis?"
"N-n-n-o ...," she admitted. She was too inexperienced to
move her body, but at least she had relaxed and was willingly letting
me do it to her. It wasn't long before I realized that I'd soon expel
a considerable serving of gooey semen! Not wanting to take any
chances, I pulled out just a little early, but didn't miss a stroke as
I slid my slickened pole up the crease of her rump, between our
tightly pressed bodies. My fingers speeded up on her clit and I was
amazed when I heard her sharp little cries and realized I was making
her climax! That triggered my own orgasm, and in seconds I was
spouting like a fountain and drenching her backside. When it was over
I carefully backed away, slid off the bunk and went for a washcloth.
When I returned and began to clean off Eileen's back, I realized she
was crying softly. I suddenly felt awful about what I'd done to her,
but when I tried to say I was sorry, she sobbed out that no, she was
only crying because it had felt so good. She rolled over and threw
her arms around me!
I slid back into bed, we cuddled and talked about the whole
thing, and I ended up getting a rubber out of my wallet, putting it
on, then getting on top to fuck her for a second time. On this one I
taught her how we could work together, learning each other's tempo,
until we had a truly glorious mutual orgasm. There was one more
coupling in the morning, too.
Now, all these years later, Eileen and I live together in
California and have for over fifty years! We have no living relatives
and everyone here believes we are husband and wife and that's the way
we live. We've had three children, two boys and a girl, have
introduced them all to the wonderful, loving intimacy of family love
as they came of age. And it all started because of that sleeping car!
Thousand Oaks,
CA