Charles Richards

The hot swappers

CHAPTER ONE

Alice Martin's crotch was wet. Partially due to the excitement that any eighteen-year-old girl would feel making her first trip into a foreign country, and partially because she had just seen an older-looking man who had given her such a searching look that the goose bumps had broken out all over her young body.

Breathing hard, she hurried down the platform in the wake of the young Mexican pushing the handcart carrying her three suitcases. Looking down the length of the train, she could see the bright splash of red that marked the diesel engine standing patiently at the head of the long line of cars like a mother duck about to waddle down the track. Alice could hear the powerful throbbing hum of the engine's motor. The silent vibrations struck her flesh, increasing the sense of excitement and desire that she was experiencing. Her breasts, hanging loosely within the slings of her slackly fastened bra, firmed and started to swell slightly, the nipples becoming engorged with blood and poking at the thin material covering the puffy brown tips. She was turned on hot with desire and squirming with excited anticipation.

Quickly glancing at the ticket which she held clutched tightly in her hand, Alice's eyes sought, and then found the numbers painted in a dull gold on.the side of the dark olive-drab coaches. Ahead of her, the young Mexican boy, who couldn't have been a day more than fourteen, also looked up at the numbers as he wheeled the cart with the suitcases down the platform.

Alice saw him stop before one of the dark slits marking the staired entrance to one of the large Pullman cars, lift the bags from the handcart, and deposit them unceremoniously at the top of the three high steps leading into the coach. He stood there, patiently waiting for Alice to close the gap between them. As she approached, she fumbled in her large leather purse and extracted a crumpled dollar bill, smoothing it, and then handing it to the boy. He looked at the bill and then at Alice. She didn't take the hint, but moved toward the bottom step. He shrugged his shoulders and then shuffled quickly down the platform, looking for another American customer.

She almost heard the wet squish at the crotch of her thin panties when she took the first long step up into the coach, but hesitated only for a moment, and then clambered quickly into the darker confines of the car which was to be her home for the next two nights.

Leaning over, her short dress rising high along the backs of her full rounded thighs, Alice picked up two of the bulky heavy suitcases, hefted them and lurched forward into the companionway, making her way down the aisle, looking at the numbers on the doors of the long car. She left her one remaining suitcase sitting at the top of the coach's stairway.

Struggling with the heavy bags, Alice made her way down the narrow corridor until she came to the door with a number corresponding to the one which was written in titled letters on the face of her ticket. Since the door was standing ajar, she turned and pushed her way into the tiny compartment, banging her hip hard against the doorjamb as she tried to wrestle the heavy suitcases through the small opening. Dropping them to the floor, Alice unashamedly rubbed her smarting hip with her hand, trying all the while to figure out where to store her bags. She was wondering if she could safely change her wet panties.

"Where do you want this?" a deep male voice said behind her.

Jolting forward as if she had been poked in the rump with a cattle prod, Alice whirled around to face the voice.

He was standing in the narrow doorway, with her suitcase gripped tightly in both hands, the strain of the heavy weight showing clearly on his forehead. It was the same man who had looked at her body like it was some kind of hanging meat display, sensuously displayed for all to see and enjoy. It had been that look, and the excitement of finally being on her way to art school in the little town of San Mateo, that had started her female juices running from the unsullied groove between her thighs, wetting her silky panties and making her uncomfortably conscious of the fact that at eighteen she was still technically a virgin.

"Well, I don't want to hold this damned thing all day," he said irritably, looking around the small narrow compartment for a place to put the burden that he held in his hands.

"Oh, right there will be fine," Alice finally managed to stammer, indicating one of the two seats in the compartment. "Thank you so much for carrying it down, it was very kind of you."

Throwing the suitcase on the seat, he then looked up and down the girl's young lush body. "Where you headed?"

A new flood of bodily juices flowed from the tubes surrounding her loins and saturated the doubled material at her crotch. He was looking at her with that same penetrating look he had used on the platform to start her juices flowing so copiously. She wished he would stop it. He was looking right at her hips; right where the wet spot was between her young thighs. Then it hit her. She was still rubbing her rump with the palm of her hand; the man's sudden intrusion into the compartment had caused her mind to lose its normal retention of simple things as its whole focus was placed on the emergence of her sexual desire.

Dropping her hand and turning a slight shade of pink, she looked up into his well-tanned face. and said simply, "San Mateo." And then, as almost an afterthought, she added, "To go to the Instituto."

"Good school," he said, moving to stand directly in front of Alice. "You'll learn a lot if you make an effort."

"Do you know about the school?" she asked. "I live in San Mateo," he replied, rolling up the sleeves on the plain blue cotton work shirt that he wore almost like a uniform.

"What do you do there?" Alice wanted to know, impressed with the idea of meeting someone who actually lived in San Mateo.

"I paint," Fernando Ortega said simply. He didn't lie; he did paint, and, when he was younger, had been considered one of the rising young men in the art world, holding great promise. He was returning to his home in Mexico after a near-disastrous showing in the San Francisco gallery that handled his work. He had been depressed when he crossed the border and boarded the train. The gallery owner had told him frankly that his paintings had not developed, were the same as they had been for the past ten years. He was in a rut and he knew it. He'd sold only enough during the showing to last him another six months in Mexico even if he watched his budget. He might be forced to take that job that had been offered him to teach oils at the Instituto after all, although this was the last thing in the world he really wanted to do.

Alice looked at the older man with new eyes – a painter, a real honest to God artist. That was the thing she wanted more than anything in the world, to be an artist. She'd wanted to be an artist ever since she had been told she had some talent by a young art teacher at her small, Midwestern high school. She had wanted to do all the things she had read about artists doing. She was still technically a virgin, but she had made up her mind that this condition would be changed as soon as she met someone that she was interested in and who was an artist. Those were her only requirements and the man now standing in front of her met both of them. "Have you sold many paintings?" she wanted to know.

"Doing all right;" Fernando stretched the truth slightly, "just coming back from a one-man show in San Francisco." He had mentally undressed her, savoring the gently swinging mounds of her breasts as they pushed hard against the material of her dress; he noticed the strength of her calves, but could only guess at the curves of flesh that lay hidden beneath the billowed fullness of her dress. He guessed that Alice was on the chubby side and tried to hide it. That was all right with him; he liked his woman a little on the Rubenesque side anyway, and Alice looked like she had walked right out of one of the great master's fleshy paintings. "What's your name?" he asked.

"Alice Martin," she said breathlessly, the juices at her crotch surging anew. She squirmed a little, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to still the quaking that was starting to quiver through her loins. "What's your name?"

"Fernando Ortega," he said, picking up the two suitcases on the floor and placing them on top of the seat. "How long are you planning to go to the Instituto?"

He was standing directly in front of her, only inches separating their bodies in the narrow confines of the compartment, he was so close to her that she could smell the maleness of his freshly washed body. It had the spicy scent of lime soap. She wondered what it would be like to be possessed by this man, to have his body penetrating hers, to feel his hardness thrusting into her depths, bringing new passions to a boiling, white-hot heat deep within the exploding center of her loins. Her mind wandered about in its own fantasy as she looked blankly at Fernando standing so close that she could clearly see the throbbing vein at his neck.

"Are you traveling in this car too?" she asked, lamely trying to bring her thoughts together, trying to reject their erotic content, but failing. Again the picture formed of her body spread open and awaiting his caress, his penetration, and her fulfillment.

"Next compartment," he said as he wondered what his next move should be. "Looks like we have a lot of groovy traveling companions. The San Mateo Special, since that's where they all seem to be headed."

"Really, are they all artists?" Alice asked with some enthusiasm in her voice.

As Fernando started to answer, the train began to move, announced by the baleful wail of the D-flat tones of the distant whistle. He stepped back to balance himself, the back of his knee hitting the edge of the narrow seat behind him. At the same time, Alice, who was caught unaware, lurched forward, her hands reaching out to brace themselves against Fernando's chest. The expected support wasn't there and Alice felt herself plunging forward with no way to stop.

Grabbing Alice about the waist, Fernando tumbled backward, tripped by the seat at the back of his knees and Alice's weight hitting his chest. Throwing himself to the side, he pulled Alice with him, landing nearly full length on the seat with the young girl's nubile body on top of his own.

Fernando felt the soft crush of her breasts as they pressed into his chest. He fought the rising desire to mold them in his strong hands, feeling their fresh resilience. He could feel the hard points of her nipples as they spiked into the thin material of his shirt. Her head was turned to the side and her legs straddling one of his own. Her dress was hitched high over her hips, exposing the white firmness of her thighs. Fernando felt the wetness of her crotch through the light material of his pants, and his hands reached down to cup and mold the cheeks of her up thrust buttocks. She moaned, her breath hot against the side of his neck.

The train was moving rapidly now, and Fernando turned Alice over so that she was lying full length on the seat. Standing, he pulled down the green window shade, muting the light in the small compartment and giving it a sense of privacy.

Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Fernando pulled it over his head and tossed it on top of the suitcases. Kicking off his loafers, he sat down on the seat next to Alice and started to take her in his arms.

"The door," she said, her eyes closed. "Lock the door."

Fernando rose and slid the bolt in place, and then returned to the seat next to Alice. Her eyes were still closed, her hands laying folded across her stomach and her ankles crossed. Sitting down beside her, Fernando ran his strong hands up her sides, over her arms, and finally across her shoulders. He lifted her, leaning forward, his lips seeking hers. They came together, fused, and became one.

Alice's lips opened instinctively, her tongue snaking out to flick temptingly at Fernando's lingual probe. Her hands unclasped and circled his waist, and then slid slowly up his bare back, feeling the hardness of him, the molded contours of his muscles. She hoped he would be gentle, but it wouldn't matter much if he weren't – she had made up her mind to give herself to this man, a perfect stranger, but the living representation of the type of person she had always dreamed about.

Fernando's hands gripped her across the back tightly, and he slipped one hand upward to tug at the metal tab of the zipper that ran down the back of her simple dress. He pulled and the rasping sound announced its parting. He tugged the material and, with Alice helping, slid the short sleeves of her dress off her arms. Looking over her now bared shoulder, Fernando unsnapped the thin bra and pulled it off and down her arms, freeing her breasts.

Trying to suppress her momentary feeling of embarrassment, Alice snuggled closely against Fernando's chest, crushing her newly exposed breasts tightly to his skin, feeling the tingling sensations of his nakedness against her own. Her arms again circled his neck, her hands feeling the strength of his shoulders and back, stroking and kneading him, and drawing her body closer to his in an effort to become one, a single entity.

Fernando let his hands roam freely up and down the curve of Alice's back, experiencing the soft firmness of her skin, the resilience of her youthful body as it squirmed beneath his in the first spasms of the coital thrusts that would come later. Laying on his side, Fernando stretched out beside her and let his hands push at the gathered material of her dress which was bunched tightly around her waist. Her rounded belly heaved and contracted with his touch and he sensed the great need that made Alice's movements almost involuntary. As he pushed steadily at the dress, Alice lifted her hips, arching her body off the seat and allowing Fernando to shove the dress down her legs.

Sinking back to the softness of the cushioned seat, Alice kicked the dress free, and then, almost as an afterthought, pushed off her shoes. The thought of making love with her shoes on struck her as ridiculously funny, and she smiled as she heard them thud on the floor of the compartment.

The draft from the air conditioning made goose bumps up and down her legs and she pressed them together, flexing the muscles of her thighs so that the slit of her crotch compressed and excited her loins. Tingling vibrations roamed at random over her near-nude body following the path of Fernando's hands as they explored her flesh and brought new and more intense sensations to her being.

Slipping his hand into the elastic waistband of Alice's thin panties, Fernando forced the nearly transparent material down, exposing her lower belly until the wispy curls of her pubic bush were peeking over the edge of the fabric invitingly. Again Alice arched her body, allowing Fernando to slip the panties down her legs. She kicked them free, letting them fall to the floor of the compartment to join the other debris of their eager coupling.

Quickly tearing himself away from the lushness of Alice's young and vibrant flesh, Fernando stood up in the narrow aisle and as rapidly as his shaking fingers would allow, unbuckled his belt, slid down the zipper of his pants, and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of only one leg before kicking the corded material away from him and into the pile of Alice's clothing. His cock, red-tipped and throbbing with hot energy, sprang from the confinement of his clothing and waved wildly in the air in front of him. Looking down as he pulled off his socks, Fernando saw that Alice had opened her eyes and was gazing rapturously at his vermillion-headed cock. When she saw him looking at her, Alice, blushing pink, turned her face to the back cushion.

Kneeling at the side of the seat, Fernando leaned over her and started kissing her cheek, eyes, ears, and neck, letting his tongue slide over her skin. His cock was pressed hard against the front of the seat, but he ignored the discomfort. His two hands roved over her lushness, feeling the resilience of her skin, the heat of her desire. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed them hard, letting his finger press and stroke the distended nipples until they were swollen.

Alice writhed under his brutal but tender caressing of her breasts, feeling her organs deep in her loins churn and prepare themselves for his invasion. She tossed her head from side to side on the cushion, and let her hands find his flanks. The sight of his stiffened penis had excited her more than she had thought was possible, and she wanted to feel it with her hands, although she didn't know exactly how she could do it since she didn't have much experience. She told herself to relax and do what she felt like doing. Her hands stroked Fernando's sides and, turning her body slightly, she was able to reach the cock wedged tightly against the front of the cushion. She let her fingers curl around the solid column of flesh, and felt the throbbing heat against her palm. Alice squeezed the hardness in her hand and pulled the skin up and down. It felt good to excite him, to know that she was bringing him pleasure, as much pleasure as he was bringing her. Rubbing her thumb over the bulbous head, she felt the drop of lubricating moisture seeping from the slitted end and spread it over the top of his cock. He felt so big, she wasn't sure that he could enter her body – although she was sure that it must be possible, since she had never heard of anyone not being able to make love. She dismissed the thought from her mind and drifted off into her fantasies; Fernando was doing new and wonderful things to her body.

Taking one of Alice's breasts in his two hands, Fernando squeezed the tender flesh until the nipple was pushed high, stiff, and pointed. Dropping his lips to the mound of her breast, Fernando sucked the nipple between his lips and lashed at the tip with the point of his tongue. A groan of animal like passion was torn from Alice's throat as he laved at the sensitive tip. In an effort to bring her even more pleasurable sensations, Fernando bit down gently on the pink puffiness of her coral-colored nipple. Holding the flesh tightly with his teeth, he let his tongue run back and forth across the hot surface.

When he had bitten gently into her tender breast, Alice had, at first, instinctively pulled away, seeking to free her nipple from the biting grip of, his teeth, but as Fernando lapped at the puffed tip with his tongue, she thrust her body forward, attempting to get more of her breast into his sucking mouth. She didn't care what he did to her body as long as it gave her this same exquisite pleasure, this same torrid pulsating sensation that was ripping up and down her entire body. This man was going to take her virginity, become her first true lover, and she wanted to remember as vividly as possible her first lovemaking.

Wanting to experience everything possible, Alice let her hand slide down the length of his shaft and curl underneath the stiff column of heated flesh to cup and fondle the two walnut sized globes that were swinging under his groin. She squeezed them gently, almost reverently, feeling them move in her hand. She imagined what his lovemaking would be like, but pushed aside the crowding thought that his entry might be painful. It would be beautiful and she would remember it for the rest of her life.

Still gripping her nipple tightly between his clenched teeth, Fernando pulled his head back, pulling the tender skin of the nipple away from Alice's puffed breast. Giving it a final tug, he opened his mouth and let the tip spring back, wet and reddened from his tonguing. Alice moaned, her head flopping back against the seat, and her hand convulsing around his balls. He sank against her breasts, releasing them from the viselike grip of his hands. His head moved with the gentle sway of the train as it sped along the twin steel rails, the clicking of the wheels on the tracks forming a lulling melody for their lovemaking.

Fernando sucked her other breast into his mouth, his tongue playing across its surface while his hands stroked at her soft belly and flaring hips. His fingers combed through the pubic hair that lightly covered her love mound. Alice raised. her leg at the knee and let it fall to the side, exposing the blossoming lips of her cunt opening. Fernando felt the sopping wetness of her, his fingers becoming slick and slippery. His nostrils flared as he smelled the woman scents emitting from her body. Smells of love, pungent and spicy. Fernando wanted to make his lovemaking last as long as possible, so he took his time stroking her thighs, sliding his hands along the smoothness of her inner leg, feeling the muscles convulse under his fingers.

Alice had released her hold on Fernando's genitals and was lying against the seat, allowing the waves of hot emotion to wash over her entire body as Fernando kissed and licked his way down her body from her breasts, and brushed his fingers along her thighs. She ran her fingers through his curly dark hair. Her breasts seemed as if they were on fire. The wet heat of Fernando's mouth and tongue had been like a torch, scorching her skin and making her shudder and quiver with anticipation.

Steadily, Fernando worked his way down her belly, pausing to lick and nibble at spots that he felt would set her desires rising to new heights. His tongue dipped into the deep cavity of her navel, the tip of his tongue jabbing at the wrinkled skin at the bottom of that depression. He tasted the soap-scented sweetness of her flesh and his cock jumped and throbbed with life. He wanted to jam it into her body, to feel it slide up her cunt channel until he was buried in her body, balls-deep. He wanted to do this and more, but restrained himself, wishing to give her the full measure of his foreplay. He wanted her screaming with desire, thrashing wildly with the exotic feeling that his hard flesh would give to her. His ego needed it after his poor showing in San Francisco and after having to face the cold hard fact that he was losing his stuff as an artist. He would have to prove himself as a man before he could strike out in new directions and rediscover the artistic talent he once had.

Leaving her navel, Fernando slid down Alice's body until he could kiss her knees and thighs. His tongue made little wet trails up the insides of Alice's thighs, the firm flesh quivering as he moved toward the center of her sex, toward the epicenter of her womanhood. Fernando wanted to taste her, lave at her cunt until she went over the brink of orgasm, but he would bring her to that point, slowly, delicately.

Alice felt the gentle sway of the train as it rounded a curve, and let her body relax to the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the rails. Fernando's lips on her inner thighs were making little pinpoints of delight run up the skin to break against the hair lined opening of her cunt. She mentally saw herself coupled with the pole like spike of flesh that she had felt between Fernando's legs, and tried to imagine just how it would feel as it plunged in and out of her body, stretching her pussy wide to accommodate its thickness. The thoughts heated her desire even more, and she wanted him to take her, to ravish her flesh, to bring her the ultimate joy of womanhood.

She spread her thighs further apart, letting one leg trail off the seat to rest on the floor. She vaguely felt the lubricating juices spill out of her tight slit and down the crack of her ass to coat the ring of her anus. She'd heard stories about men who liked to make love using that orifice of the body, and she wondered whether or not Fernando was one of them. It wouldn't make any difference either way; what he wanted, she wanted, and any way he liked to make love to her was the way she would enjoy it the most. Alice pulled at his hair, attempting to bring his body up over hers. She wanted him so badly that she could hardly contain herself from crying out for him to take her, but she waited, allowing him to do what he felt was necessary.

Fernando felt the increased and desperate pressure on his hair, but he didn't want to follow Alice's urging right at the moment. He had other things to do to her body first, then he would mount her and thrust in and out of her, filling her crevice with his hot meaty prick. His mouth was close to the juncture of her full, firm thighs and he wasn't going to miss the deliciousness of her virgin pussy. Fernando had been kneading the globes of Alice's breasts with his fingers as he licked his way up her thighs, but now he dropped those twin mounds of heavy flesh and gripped her tightly behind the knees. He lifted them, pushing them back until Alice's knees were raised high over her body, tilting her hips upward, and opening her slit as wide as possible to his lingual attack. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, Fernando saw his goal: the coral-colored slit, wet with her lubricating juices. Moving until he was half lying on the seat, with his face just above Alice's cunt, Fernando slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. He held her legs in place and pulled apart the lips of her pussy with his thumbs, exposing the tightly clasped inner lips. Slowly he lowered his head until his lips touched the vibrant tissues at her opening. Yawning his mouth, Fernando allowed his tongue to snake out and part the sweet lips of her groove and then push into the crimson opening.

Alice's fingers tightened their grip on his hair. She felt the hot pressure of his lips and tried to squirm her body away from the fiery touch. It was too intense. She was about to protest, when his wet tongue insinuated itself into her wide-open crack and lapped at the delicate tissues he had exposed. Her breath was sucked inward in a great gasping sigh as the tongue rubbed across the erected bud of her clit. He had found her very core. That spot which she herself had stroked so many times with her fingers when she had become sexually aroused, but not fulfilled.

She had allowed boys to fondle her, play with her breasts and sometimes, very rarely, allowed one of two of them to put their fingers into her sex, but never had any one of them tried to do what Fernando was now doing to her body. Her body tensed and relaxed. The joy he was giving her was too much, too overpowering to resist. Alice loved it, and Fernando wanted to do it, so that made it beautiful. She let the new sexual feeling wash over her, bathing her whole body in a new voluptuousness.

Fernando felt the little erect bud of flesh under his licking tongue as he ran it up and down the slit of her sex. He tasted its sweetness, and coated it with his own saliva. Opening his mouth wider, he chomped down on the top of her slit, drawing into his mouth that little nub of slickened tissue that was swelling and pulsating hotly. His lips nibbled at the very tip of it, bringing fresh moans of passion from Alice's lips. As he lashed at her clit with his tongue, Fernando slipped one of his hands down the dripping slit and pressed the flat rounded portion of his thumb against the clenched ring of her anus. It was slippery and wet from the almost continual bath of her running secretions. Fernando pushed, but the tight wrinkle would not give way under the light pressure. He shoved harder, and his thumb felt the tissues expanding and finally giving in to his insistent digit. His thumb steadily entered her rectal channel, pushing aside the resisting flesh and filling her nether hole.

He felt her squirming beneath the intrusion of his finger, her hips arching up off the seat, pushing her cunt hard against his mouth, forcing more of his tongue into her body. Her legs flayed in the air, but Fernando continued to push until his thumb was completely buried in her body. He rotated his finger, feeling the flesh quiver and expand. He'd take her this way too, but later, not now.

Small sparks of pain showered themselves around Alice's anal opening as Fernando forced his finger into her. She hadn't expected the sudden invasion of her rectal channel and had been caught by surprise. After the initial shock of it, the painful element had quickly disappeared, to be replaced by a warm, full feeling that complemented Fernando's tonguing efforts at the mouth of her cunt. The combination was thrilling her to the very core. New juices welled up deep in her body and then spilled out to be greedily lapped up by Fernando's tongue and lips. She knew that men liked to be stimulated orally, and prepared herself to accept Fernando's red-tipped prick in her mouth to suck it, lick its entire white length, even swallow his spurting juices if that's what he wanted her to do. She'd do anything he wanted, and her body was his to do with what he pleased. Thus far, she had enjoyed everything he'd done to her and was looking forward to greater and more intense thrills.

Rotating his thumb in an ever-widening circle, Fernando jabbed his tongue in and out of Alice's dripping cunt, savoring the woman taste of her body, filling his nostrils with the smells of her passionate response to his lovemaking. The pounding in his ear told him of his own rising passion, his own desires and needs. Fernando's prick felt as if it were to burst at any moment; it throbbed hotly against his belly, and he decided it was time to cool it off and to introduce a new element into his lovemaking with this young girl.

Drawing his mouth away from the slit of her sex, Fernando gently pulled his thumb from the warm confines of Alice's rectal channel. Taking his time, Fernando kissed his way up Alice's body. Her legs fell back to the seat as Fernando moved his body over hers, straddling her waist with his knees, his prick pointing straight at her head.

Walking forward on his knees, he positioned himself astride her chest, and leaned forward. Alice stroked his hard, muscled belly with her hands, feeling the strength that lay under the skin. She knew what he wanted, and let her hands curl around the 'shaft of his cock, pulled it down toward her lips. She wondered what he would taste like. Cupping his balls in one hand, she stroked the shaft of his cock with the other. Opening her lips, she let her tongue dart out exploringly, its tip jabbing at the slit in the center of the head. Alice pulled her tongue back, savoring the taste of his flesh. She liked it. Making her lips into a perfect oval, Alice lifted her head and engulfed the head of his prick between her lips, letting her tongue lap at the head. She experienced the heat of his cock as it throbbed in her mouth and wanted more of him. Almost instinctively, she took more and more of his hot meat into her mouth, sucking greedily at the column.

She found to her surprise that she could take nearly all of him into the wet cavern of her mouth. Letting the staff slip from her lips, Alice started moving it in and out of her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft, her head bobbing up and down off the cushion of the seat. She felt him swell in her mouth, his cock throbbing hotly and filling her mouth until her lips were stretched tightly, her cheeks sucked inward with the power of her effort to bring him pleasure, the same kind of pleasure that he had just given her. Alice could still feel the small pulsations of desire deep in her loins. She was surprised that she could still get excited by sucking on Fernando without having him reciprocate in any way.

Fernando was busily fighting for control; he felt himself rising toward orgasm, but he didn't want to come in her mouth this time. He wanted to save his essence until he could spurt his cream in great splashes deep inside her channel. He had to wait, but his hips had already started to rock back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, seeking and enjoying the gently lashing probes of her tongue.

Unable to withhold his orgasm unless he stopped Alice's working mouth, Fernando pulled his saliva-soaked prick from between her still grasping lips and leaned back, panting. His cock flopped and waved in the air above her face and, as he looked down at her, Alice smiled, knowing that she had given him pleasure.

Stretching out with his, body covering her, Fernando kissed her gently on the lips, letting his mouth open slowly against hers. His tongue moved into her mouth and dueled with hers, gently at first, then with increasing passion and intensity.

Alice felt the heat of his hardened cock pressing against the soft skin of her lower belly, and she wriggled her hips to excite it. Her mind sank into that sweet fantasyland of rosy dreams where every sensation that her body experienced at Fernando's hands was amplified and' expanded.

She was positive that he would enter her now, not just her mouth, but into the very center of her soul. At last she would know the joys of fulfillment; she was about to become a woman. She relaxed against the cushion and waited.

Pushing her legs further apart, Fernando moved his body down hers until his prick brushed through the lightly colored hair surrounding the puffy mound of her sex. He stopped when his cock flopped in the gap between her spread thighs. Using his hands, Fernando pushed Alice's legs further apart. She spread them without resistance, her eyes closed, a half smile playing about her full lips, red and damp from the pressure of their kissing.

Gripping the strong shaft of his cock, Fernando moved the head down to the entrance of her cunt and let the head slide up and down the slitted channel, wetting it with the natural secretions which poured from Alice's body. Intentionally, Fernando brushed the bloated cock's head across the engorged protrusion of her clit, placed the eyelike slit which divided the head of his prick at the entrance of her cunt, and pushed gently. He felt the resistance of her tightly clenched muscles and pushed harder. He knew that she was inexperienced, but now the idea was dawning in his mind that she just might be a virgin, and the thought added fuel to his already burning desire.

Alice convulsed her body as she felt the first initial thrust into her channel. She didn't want to, but her body reacted independently of her wishes. Gaining a measure of control in her dreamlike state, she relaxed and felt the head of his love weapon slip into the groove of her sex. The tissues were stretched tightly with the fullness of him, and she gritted her teeth in preparation for his plunge.

Feeling her channel widen to accommodate his width, Fernando pushed again and felt the head slide into her well-oiled channel a little further. She was tight, tighter than any other girl he had ever experienced. He decided to enter her very slowly. Inch by inch, Fernando slowly, but steadily pushed his length into her wet cunt, feeling the tissues part before his intrusion. -The walls of her cunt gripped and squeezed at his entire prick, and he knew that he would have to exercise great care or he would come before he even started to bring her to orgasm. Further and further he sank into her body, supporting the majority of his weight on his elbows and knees. His lips were nibbling at her neck and earlobes as he pushed into her.

The feeling of his cock steadily and relentlessly stabbing into the depths of her body sent spasms of thrilling sensations rippling through Alice's system. Her entire body was alive. She knew that he wouldn't be obstructed by a hymen since that had been sacrificed to a thin candle when she was just entering puberty. It had hurt and the blood frightened her, but she recovered and now she was happy that she had become used to a foreign object in her vaginal tract. She circled his neck with her arms and raised her legs at the knees so that more of him could enter her. Placing her feet flat on the seat, she pushed her hips upward, urging Fernando to enter her more quickly. She was used to his filling width and wanted to feel the length of his rod ripping back and forth across her clit.

Understanding her silent demand, Fernando pushed harder, shoving the remaining inches of his cock into her body, and thrilling at the feel of her tight acceptance. He rested on her body, his prick buried in her hot clinging channel. Fernando didn't want to blow it. He wanted to enjoy her body for as long as possible.

Stroking the back of Fernando's head, Alice enjoyed the luxurious feeling of simple pleasure that coursed through her body from the filled channel of her loins. Fernando was just resting, just letting her feel the throbbing power of his staff. She accommodated him quietly and she felt nothing but pleasure at having his stiffened and throbbing member buried in her love channel. She wanted to feel him thrusting in and out of her body, his hips slapping into the softness of her upraised buttocks. She wanted this, but she could wait until Fernando was ready to bring her to new heights of joy.

Controlling his racing mind, Fernando exerted his mental grip to include the pulsating cock that was now resting deep within Alice's body. Reaching back with his hand, Fernando grabbed Alice's legs and pulled them forward. He raised his own body slowly at the hips, drawing out his cock. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at his prick as it moved slowly out of her channel. Fernando retracted until just the vermillion-tipped head was resting securely within her greased groove. Reversing the motion of his hips, Fernando started a slow downward plunge, reburying his cock inside the lubricant slickened slit. He felt Alice's hands clutching at his hair, letting it run through her fingers. She made little cooing sounds in his ear.

With her entire body churning with new-found pleasure, Alice was hardly conscious of her actions or the sounds she was making deep in her throat. Fernando was pumping his hot length of meat in and out of her body, and each stroke brought her to a new level of passion, each one more intense and convulsing than the last. She gasped as Fernando picked up the tempo of his thrusting hips, and his thick pole like cock plunged in and out of her heated body, bumping across the swollen bud of her clitoris. She wanted it harder, she was almost ready now to feel the joys of complete and total fulfillment and she was ready-terribly ready. Alice threw her strong legs around Fernando's waist and locked her ankles, using her limbs to urge him to greater efforts. Her arms were circling his neck and she tugged his head even closer, smothering his cheek in wet, tonguing kisses. Her heels pounded into his back.

Gritting his teeth in preparation for what was to come, Fernando responded to her urging and lengthened his stroke, jabbing his cock into her with long, hard, fast strokes. He felt as if he were a human pile driver. A thin line of sweat popped out on his upper lip and he wiped it away with a quick lick of his tongue. Running his fingers in Alice's hair, turning her head to his, Fernando kissed her with his tongue probing and seeking all the tiny niches of her wet mouth.

Alice was thrusting her own tongue at his with fierce abandon. She was starting to thrust back at him with her hips, setting the pace of his own thrusting with the pounding of her heels on his back.

With her mind screaming at her, Alice rose higher and higher on the tides of passion that were washing back and further across her entire body. Her guts were churning and twisting in impossible shapes of tortured desire. Her slit seemed to be on fire, and the fire was moving through her body in pulsating waves. She was totally engulfed in a blanket of warmth which throbbed through her with every new thrust of Fernando's hips. Little images of color were starting to flash before her eyes. The colors were changing and swirling before her tightly closed eyes in ever-changing patterns. She was close, very close; it wouldn't be long now before she was a real woman.

Fernando felt the quaking in the end of his cock and knew he was about to come. He didn't try to hold back since Alice was twisting and turning in a delirium of delight and he was sure that if she weren't already in the throes of orgasm, she was close. He increased his plunging, jabbing thrusts, pulling her legs even higher on his back. He was going deep, as deep as he could.

An explosion seemed to rock her insides, right in the center of her body where the head of Fernando's penis stopped its downward plunge. Warmth rippled through in regular patterns across her flesh with each succeeding wave hotter than the last. Her toes curled down, and she could feel her racing heart beating with thunderclaps against the flimsy shell of her rib cage. Alice's breath was coming in sighing gasps. Brilliant star shells of varied colors exploded before her eyes, with colors melding into brilliantly hued patterns of churning clouds. At last Alice knew she was a woman.

Sweat dripped off Fernando 's nose and dropped to the seat. His hips were rising and falling like a runaway oil pump. The throbbing heat at the head of his cock was increasing and he could almost feel the come racing through his system to gather hot and creamy in the base of his cock, ready to spurt forth. His head spun with the tightness of her cunt and the violence of her spasming orgasm. He was sure that Alice had just come and was building herself up for another. He pounded into her body with such force that they made a splatting sound. Tiny pockets of air, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies, would suddenly find a small crease and sputter away like a long rolling fart. The sound had always amused him, but he was too close now to let it distract him. Suddenly swelling, the head of his cock bloated with a new load of fresh blood, and the come raced down the last tube running along the underside of his cock. Fernando felt it starting and thrust as deeply as he could into her flesh, then held himself tightly against her body so his entire prick was sheathed in her channel. His come spurted out in a long throbbing pulsation of his prick. The release of pent-up tension was so tremendous that Fernando groaned into Alice's neck. Again he spurted, splashing her inside cavity with his thick creamy offering. Twice more his come, spurted into Alice's body, each diminishing in power from the last. Fernando regretted the feeling of his prick shrinking, even though the muscles of Alice's wet, come-filled cunt were rhythmically milking the shrinking length of it. His body was bathed in sweat, his muscles ached from the strain of his coupling, but he was happy. Fernando was a man again.

Alice almost was purring as she rose from the fantasy of her orgasm to the higher levels of reality. She had had orgasms before, but they were always self-induced. They were fine then, but nothing, simply nothing, like the one she'd just experienced. What a fantastic trip! She was still experiencing the last vestiges of the intensity of her coming. She could feel her vaginal muscles as they tightened and then relaxed a soft grip on Fernando's softening prick. She hoped that he would get hard again; she could do this all night, and that's just what they had left – all night.

As the train rolled on through the deepening shadows of the afternoon, Alice wondered what some of the other passengers in this car were like, where they were going, and where they came from. It was just a passing thought, but she let it drift back from time to time, to ponder on it.

Beside her, Fernando was finally breathing steadily and evenly once more. He pulled his body away from her and their almost sacred connection was broken. Sitting beside her on the narrow seat, Fernando looked down at Alice, her eyes still closed, a half smile on her lips, and asked, "I wonder what some of the other people traveling with us are like?"

CHAPTER TWO

Looking through the dirty window, Marie Olsen smoothed the wrinkles on her tight miniskirt, letting the sensation of her warm hands stroking the tops of her thighs ripple along her skin and gather in the juncture of her crotch. She was horny, horny as hell, and she looked with desire at the stretched-out form of her fifteen year-old son, Robert, as he slumped in the seat across from her. Her eyes traveled over his strong frame, finally coming to rest at the lump of his loins.

"Fuck!" she thought, as the heat started to pulse with insistent regularity in the channel of her vagina. Marie always blamed her French blood when she got feelings like this, but she knew that it was not really the reason for her excessive sensuality. It was just the way she was, hot and ready all the time, a creature of passion. There was a time, during her marriage, when she had tried to fight the feelings that made her seek out any man that would service her when her oafish husband refused her urgent appeals for love. After years of trying to make a marriage work that had no chance from the start, she had given up and run, just as fast and as hard as she could. She was still running. It was the reason she was on a Mexican train heading for a place where she could be free. Free from the responsibilities and cares of being a woman alone. San Mateo was the answer to her problem. Artists, writers, and free thinkers abounded here and she could do her own thing without guilt.

As she thought about the exciting possibilities that a free life would open to her, she felt the tension increase in her tightly clamped crotch. The steady click of the wheels over the rails kept time with the pulsing waves of desire that were throbbing at the core of her being. Marie felt the pressure of her hands resting lightly on her legs. She stretched, letting her long legs flex, tense, and then relax.

Turning away from the window, she looked at her daughter, Suzanne, sitting quietly on the wide seat next to her. At fourteen, Suzanne was just finding herself as a woman, the hot blood of desire flaming up from time to time. Marie knew that Suzanne had already lost her virginity during a near rape by her brother. She smiled inwardly at the close-knit quality of her small family. They did everything together-including fucking.

The desire increased in Marie's system as she looked at her two children. Robert, strong and powerful like his father; and Suzanne, lithe like Marie herself, but with the fullness of body that revealed her Scandinavian heritage.

With an impulsive jerk, Marie rose to her feet, and walked the short length of the small compartment to the washroom. They had only been on the train for a few hours and she was bored already. She was not only bored, but horny, and there was only one thing to do about that.

Pushing the button at the side of the door, Marie rang for the porter, and when the man arrived, dressed in his crisp white jacket, she asked him to make up the beds. The late afternoon light was fast fading into the purple shades of night as the train rolled across the arid desert toward the mountains standing majestically in the distance.

Puffing impatiently on a cigarette, Marie waited until the middle-aged porter had finished his task and had excused himself. They had already been checked by the customs and immigration officials on the train, at the same time as the conductor had taken their tickets so she knew that they could be alone for the rest of the evening, free from any disturbance. Clicking the bolt on the door into place, Marie turned and walked to one of the neatly turned down beds.

Robert and Suzanne were still engrossed in the magazines they had purchased before boarding the train. Idly, with detachment, they turned the slick pages glancing at the pictures. They were as bored as was Marie, but they were doing their best to pass the time and induce enough drowsiness so that they could retire.

Pulling down the green shade that covered the wide window, Marie locked it in place, and then turned to face her two children. "Anything interesting?" she asked, breaking the long silence.

Robert, looking up from the picture pages of the girlie magazine that he had been glancing through, fixed her with his piercingly clear eyes and read the desire there. "hope."

Suzanne replied silently by tossing her book aside and stretching like a cat, a wide yawn spreading across her young face like putty being molded. Her breasts poked out as she lifted her arms over her head.

The movement was not wasted on either Marie or Robert; they both watched as her graceful body uncoiled and went rigid. She blinked her blue eyes and looked at both her brother and her mother. She was bored stiff and was considering possible diversions on a long train ride. It would be nice if she could find a man, she thought, but a nice girl would do as well. To her guiltless mind, any activity which gave her body pleasure couldn't be bad. Her feeling had already been fortified by her forced seduction by her brother almost a year ago, and the freewheeling sexuality of her mother, who made no bones about her desires and how she fulfilled them. The very first time that all three of them had become sexually involved she had been so stoned on pot that nothing really made any difference. Suzanne had been surprised at the fire that had consumed her body when her mother had introduced her to the joys of a sexual experience with another woman. To satisfy her own curiosity, she had read all the books that she could find and decided that she was bisexual. This she accepted readily, and pushed the twinges of guilt from her mind.

"Let's go to bed." Robert said matter-of-factly, as he stood up, and started pulling his light cotton shirt over his head, exposing the hard muscles of his stomach. He had read the look in his mother's eyes and was ready to relieve the boredom of the long trip with a little family orgy. He had it made, and he knew it. He was the nominal head of a household containing two good-looking women who were as sexually free as he was. The problem of incest, he had long ago dispensed with and looked forward to making his incestuous sexual bouts international.

"Are you tired so early?" Marie asked her son with the lilt of friendly teasing in her voice.

“No. Just horny," Robert shot back with a practiced casual tone.

"You could be a little more subtle instead of just standing there with your muscles hanging out and giving orders," Suzanne put in as she folded her magazine and threw it on the little table next to the train's closed window. Actually, she was relieved that the issue had been settled and she could stop worrying about the feelings that were making her crotch itch. Now she could look forward to the relieving of the sexual tension that was mounting steadily in her young body.

Dropping his shirt onto one of the two beds in the compartment, Robert looked down at his sister and smiled. "Come off it, Sis, you know damned well that you're just as randy as we are."

"What makes you so sure?" Marie interjected. "I haven't agreed to this group session yet, and you might have asked me if for no other reason than that I'm your mother."

"I know you too well," was the only reply she got as Robert undid his belt and then sat on the edge of the bed and pulled off his loafers, letting each one drop to the carpeted floor.

"You might at least put those away so that we don't stumble over them in the middle of the night," Marie flared slightly but not really caring, since her need was growing and she could feel her lubricating juices running thick and hot in her pussy. She didn't wait for a reply, but started to pull off her own clothes so that she wouldn't have to wash wet panties. Leaning over, Robert picked up the carelessly dropped shoes and placed them under the table out of harm's way. "Come on, Suzanne, don't be modest, it's all in the family."

"Don't get your ego trip going too much," Suzanne chided, "I might have my eye out for a little strange action now that you all have introduced me to some of the more rewarding pleasures of life."

"Whatever's right," Robert said as he shoved his pants down his strong legs and pulled them off. Taking his mother's cue, he carefully hung his pants and shirt on a hanger in the small closet of the compartment.

Marie had shrugged her way out of her jersey blouse and folded the light green fabric neatly before placing it in her suitcase. She was wearing a wispy bra that was transparent, and she knew that her nipples were hardened and poking tightly against the thin fabric of the skimpy bra. "Undo me," she said to. Robert as she spun around playfully on the ball of her foot, presenting the long curve of her back to his view Working with deft fingers he unhooked his mother's bra, letting it fall free. "How 'bout you, Sis?" he said, turning to his sister.

"Oh, come on. You know very well that I don't wear one," Suzanne said as she tugged her sweatshirt up over her head, exposing the perfectly shaped mounds of her young, ripe breasts. Reaching out, Robert tweaked both her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, making the tips stand up like sharp points.

"Cut it out, damn it," she riled at him, but not really meaning it. She was always amazed at the speed at which her body reacted to any sexual stimulation. All someone had to do to turn her on was look at her with bed in his or her eyes and she was all aflutter, her juices starting to run and her breasts swelling with desire. She had tried to fight it when Robert had first started sneaking into her room at night, but then she learned that he was also making it with her mother, and she figured that she was a slut just like her mother and stopped thinking about it. Besides, she reasoned, sex was fun and accepting that took care of a lot of mental anguish.

"Don't tease your sister," Marie admonished Robert as she pushed down her skirt and panties with one swift movement, having already disposed of the loosely hanging bra.

Turning to face his mother, Robert saw her lush body, still young and vibrant. His eyes glued themselves to the small triangle of dark, curly pubic hair that covered her sexual mound. He happily recalled the many times during the last year that he had buried his face there like a rutting animal to suck the juices from her and gain sustenance. Other scenes flashed before his mind's eye, times when he had been gazing up as she had lowered herself to his waiting mouth, her head thrown back, mouth open, with the passion of a wild thing, raw and brutal, seeking his lips on the very center of her womanhood. Hastily, with mounting excitement, Robert pulled down his cotton shorts and tossed them on the opposite bed. His prick sprang forward with the full hardness of youth. His body was ready and he threw himself down on the bed, stretching out in the middle to wait until his sister was ready.

Marie, now completely nude, her body pulsing with desire, climbed onto the bed and settled herself next to her son's prone body.

"Come on, Sis, what's taking you so long? You said you don't wear underclothes, but you're always the last one ready," Robert complained as he inserted his arm under his mother's shoulders and pulled her head closer to his own.

"Go ahead and start without me. I never knew you to wait anyway, so what are you complaining about?" she replied, pushing down her jeans and bending over to pull them free of her feet. Kicking off her canvas shoes, she turned to the bed, and watched as her mother ran her hand down the length of Robert's stiffened prick, gripping its base and pumping it slowly.

Suzanne had been ready to deliver another biting remark, but when she saw her brother's prick standing tall and strong, clenched in the determined fingers of her mother, she forgot what she was about to say and kneeled on the carpeted floor next to the bed. She knew what was expected of her and she set about to carry out her task.

"What do you want me to do, Mom?" Robert asked, turning his head so that he could look directly at his mother.

"Just keep it hard," she said crisply as she rolled to her side and got to her knees.

Robert knew what was coming so he folded his hands behind his head and waited patiently for the fun to start. He was going to get it his own way tonight because she was hot and wanted to lead the action. It wasn't always the same, but whoever was hottest usually got things started and the others followed their lead.

Feeling his muscles convulse under her lips, Marie kissed her way down her son's belly, letting her nimble tongue lave at the tender surfaces of his skin. She wasn't worried about Suzanne, who was still kneeling at the side of the bed, because she would pick up on the action without being told. Suzanne could always be counted on to fit herself in where it was necessary. Clearing her mind, Marie held Robert's prick in her gripping fingers, stroking it and squeezing the thick shaft.

Straddling his legs, Marie held her son's cock steady while her mouth descended, her lips opening to engulf the rosy-tipped head, her tongue licking the rubbery surface. Her breath came sharply as she breathed deeply, taking in the air through her nose, the nostrils distending. Her loins convulsed as she felt the heat from his cock invade her mouth. As she sucked at his root, she felt hands sliding up her thighs pushing them further apart, and she knew that Suzanne was fitting her body into the action.

Lying on her back, Suzanne wiggled her body until her head was directly under the dark bush that marked her mother's cunt. She saw the glistening hair that covered the pink lips of Marie's cunt. She knew that Marie was hot and ready for the intrusion of her tongue. Circling her mother's hips with her arms, she pulled her head up and let her tongue flick out, its point wet and slick. Parting the lips of Marie's cunt with her tongue, Suzanne savored the sweetness of the juices that ran in profusion from the channel which split her mother's crotch.

"Oh shit," Robert groaned as his mother's tongue swept up and down his throbbing cock with long strokes. He had become accustomed to her oral urges and tried to control his raging emotions when she became too avaricious in her sucking needs. "Take it all," he urged her between gritted teeth, and flexing his powerful young body, he arched his hips off the mattress, forcing the full length of his prick into her mouth. He felt her suck at its entire length greedily, her lashing tongue working furiously over the super-sensitive surface.

Marie, trying to give pleasure before demanding it in return, sucked hard at the shaft that was thrust so deeply into her mouth. She often thought that she would gag on the length of it, but repressed the feeling and, sucking hard, gladly accepted the thick rod of pink flesh that her son pushed into her mouth. Lifting her head slowly she drew hungrily at the root and let her head bob up and down with a slow measured pace. The heat of his cock warmed her mouth and caused the saliva to flow and wet him.

Her body squirmed under the practiced touch of Suzanne's tongue as her young daughter lapped with enthusiasm at her crotch, sending new waves of desire and feeling thundering through her loins. Marie thrust her hips down hard to impale her cunt on the hot tongue of her daughter. Her hips thrashed with the sensation that vibrated along her spine and hardened the tips of her small breasts hanging like two glowing globes beneath her body. Vaguely, she was aware that Suzanne was totally giving in this arrangement, but understood that this was the way the girl liked it, or was willing to give it, until the initiative was taken to provide her own young body with the pleasures that she and Robert were enjoying to the fullest.

Teased beyond endurance by the hot licking tongue that Suzanne pressed so tightly to her crotch, Marie shuddered with a feeling of absolute emptiness. She knew the feeling well, and resolved to eliminate it. Lifting her head, she allowed Robert's hard prick to slip from between her sucking lips. She looked at the object of her desire, slick and wet from the effort of her lips and tongue. She held it gently upright, the head glistening with her own spit. Responding to that deep-seated feeling of emptiness that filled and echoed down the channel of her cunt, Marie started moving forward on her knees, pulling her pussy away from the thrusting, hot tongue that Suzanne repeatedly stabbed into her.

Positioning her gaping cunt hole just over the ramrod stiffness of Robert's prick, Marie prepared herself for the first plunging drop that would impale her to the very core. Her hands, clammy with sweat, gripped his hardness and held the blunted roundness of the tip pointed like a dagger at the entrance to her cunt. She was ready, but would wait until Suzanne could fit herself into the sexual tableau.

Feeling her mother's movements, Suzanne released her clinging grip on the older woman's hips, and allowed her to slip forward and into an upright position. Rolling to her side, she watched as Marie arranged herself over Robert's form, hands clinging hotly to the pole of flesh that throbbed hugely between his thighs. Standing, she quickly moved to the head of the bed and c1imbed onto the turned down sheets. Throwing her leg across Robert's body, she let her crotch descend onto his mouth. She felt his tongue insert itself into her crack, and a thrill of filling sensation transmitted itself through her body, setting off sparks of passion that exploded into a raging fire. Suzanne, facing her mother only inches away, looked directly into her passion-filled eyes, clouded with desire. As Robert lapped with increasing fury at her tight cunt, she raised her arms and leaned forward to receive her caress.

Their soft lips met and joined, daughter's fusing with those of the mother. Suzanne opened her mouth to receive her mother's tongue, hot and thrusting, as it pushed its way into her mouth, filling it with sweet wet fire. Her hands stroked up and down her mother's firm flanks, caressing hips, sides, and the fullness of small breasts. She was proud of the fact that her body was more full, more womanly, then her mother's, but appreciated the compactness of her mother's flesh. Although they were different in body structure, Suzanne knew that she had the same consuming passion for sex. She had her body from her father, and her passion from her mother: a perfect combination. Maybe, just maybe, one day she would be able to find a man who would be able to fulfill all her strange needs. Her brother and mother combined could do it, but she wanted to explore new fields, seek new experiences, and she looked forward to their arrival in San Mateo where she suspected that all her wishes and desires might be fulfilled.

Her mind racing with these thoughts, Suzanne fused her lips more tightly to her mother's, letting her tongue join in a hot duel with Marie's. Her hips started an involuntary jerking, forward and backward, sending her slit back and forth across the protrusion of Robert's thick tongue. Convulsively, her body contorted, forcing her full heavy breasts against her mother's body, allowing the nipples to brush against the satin softness of her mother's skin. The tips turned to small pinpoints of fire, swelling and pouting as they filled with blood and caused new and more intense sensations to course through her young body. Her hips and crotch ground down hard on Robert's mouth, allowing him full freedom in her cuntal channel. Her juices were running freely, pouring from her youthful pussy and spreading themselves over Robert's upturned face.

Breathing deeply, Robert felt his mouth fill with the juicy wetness of his sister's dripping cunt. He savored the taste of her, sweet with youth, hot with desire. There were times, like the present one, during which he found it very difficult to make a choice between his mother's experience and his sister's raw passion. He considered himself very lucky to have two such females willing to join in sexual games. He had been introduced to sex by his mother, and had passed his knowledge along to his sister; and although she had resisted at first, her passionate nature came flooding through like a bursting dam. After their first encounter there had never been any trouble. Wriggling his arms under his sister's outthrust legs, he lifted them over his head, and then let them circle her waist, sliding up until he could cup one of her heavy, round breasts in each hand. His head thrashed from side to side as his tongue moved in and out of her convulsing crack. With the tip of his thrusting tongue he felt for the little knob of fleshy tissue that marked her clit, and when he found it, pursed his lips so that he could suck at it greedily. He felt her body respond, her hips grinding down hard on his face and spreading her cunt juices across his cheeks. He held on tightly, sucking and licking at her clit, which was now rising from the tightly folded flesh of her pussy lips.

Assaulted by sensuality at two points, Robert's hips started to jerk compulsively upward. His mother was teasing his prick and he knew how much she enjoyed this form of sexual entertainment. She was rubbing the head of his cock up and down the wide slit of her cunt, letting the head bump with hard regularity at the thick nub of flesh that marked her clit. She could come this way, and Robert let her have her way, only thrusting upward enough to lodge himself in the very entrance of her vagina. His balls were swelling with heat as Marie kneaded and stroked them with a hot hand.

Knowing that he would be expected to fuck both his mother and his sister, Robert let his mind wander away from the violent sensations that were assaulting his strong frame. He, like his sister, knew that he had been blessed with a strong body from his father, and a strong sexual appetite from his mother. He had once worried about his incestuous frolics, but had dismissed the worries and just considered himself very lucky. He knew that he could always break away if he found a girl that he liked, and that both his sister and mother could look for another body to fulfill their sexual needs. He had already sensed that his sister was indeed looking around for a man of her own, and since she had been turned on to female love by her free thinking mother, could also accept a girl who appealed to her.

His tongue moved more rapidly over the distended bud of flesh of Suzanne's clit and his hands gripped her breasts hard, his fingers passing back and forth over her thick, pouting nipples. Taking the twin buds between his thumb and forefinger, Robert twisted and pulled at the sensitive flesh and was rewarded by a groan of pleasure and passion from his sister's lips.

Becoming aware of Robert's more urgent thrustings as she rubbed her open and sensitive cunt with the bulbous head of his bulky cock, Marie felt the increasing need of her cuntal channel to be filled with this living meat. She wanted to feel the fullness of him thrusting in and out of her body, the long shaft bumping with delightful regularity over her distended clit. Her insides were boiling and turning, preparing for the ultimate intrusion of his hot meat, but Marie would be the one to control the invasion, taking him when she felt ready and not before. Her grip on his prick tightened, and she raised her hips slightly, drawing the head away from the deeply grooved slit that parted her lower body. Carefully placing the head of his cock at the entrance to her cunt, Marie shifted her knees so that her body was properly placed for the impalement of her super hot flesh on his raging pole of meat.

Tonguing Suzanne's mouth, she rubbed her torso against the younger girl's body, feeling Robert's hands hard on the heaving breasts of her daughter. She heard the groan of pleasure that was torn from Suzanne's lips when Robert tweaked her nipples. She wanted to take her daughter in her arms and bring her closer, but her hands were filled with prick and balls and it was not the right time. Later, she thought, she would bring her own special pleasures to Suzanne's body. They both enjoyed their female lovemaking to the fullest. Marie, being the total hedonistic personality that she was, had no reservations about introducing her young daughter to the pleasures of lesbian love. As a matter of fact, when Robert suggested that the three of them join together in their sexual games after he had taken his sister's virginity, she had been forced to take the action, to give her unique family the full range of sexual experience that she felt they would need.

Suzanne had been a more than willing student, learning not only the basic lessons, but expanding them by indulging her own youthful curiosity. Marie was pleased with her progress; they were a far-out family sexually, but not to any harmfu1 extreme. They were all just healthily sexy – period.

Breaking the lingual connection between herself and Suzanne, Marie leaned back slightly, and with a smile plunged her body down on Robert's stiff pole of flesh, letting it rip into her innards. Her cunt stretched to its limit to accommodate the fullness of his manhood, the blunt head forging ahead of the long thick shaft. A long sigh whistled past Marie's parted lips as her body sank heavily onto Robert's prick. Now she was filled, the aching that had engulfed her cuntal channel was satiated and she reveled in the sparks of sensation that rippled through her loins, sending waves of heat up her back and making her muscles convulse with pleasure.

With the lingual joining now parted, Suzanne could concentrate more fully on the actions of her brother, whose thrusting tongue was rampaging through the gash of her cunt and rubbing its raspy surface across her clit. He was a born cunt licker, and Suzanne took the greatest pleasure in his efforts. She loved to have her clit sucked and didn't care whether it was Robert or her mother who was the giver of. pleasure as long as she received the pleasure that she sought.

However, being orally fixated, Suzanne never liked to have her lips and tongue unoccupied. It mattered little to her what the object was that she sucked, Robert's prick was one of her favorites, but her mother's cunt or breasts were equally rewarding. Dropping her hands from her mother's breasts, Suzanne let them slide sensuously down her own body and reaching her crotch, shoved them under her body so that she could stretch apart her cunt lips, thus allowing Robert's tongue to have greater freedom. The raw sensation was warming her entire body and causing her to thrust up and down on his face.

Looking at her mother's face as she rode Robert's prick like a pump, Suzanne watched as Marie's mouth opened, her small even teeth bared in a grimace of pleasure. The sight was stimulating, and Suzanne felt the increase in her own sexual tension build toward the fulfillment that she knew was fast approaching.

Leaning forward sharply, Suzanne pushed more of her passion-swollen breasts into Robert's gripping hands. As she inclined her body toward her mother, Suzanne opened her lips and with an almost desperate need, sucked one of her mother's turgid nipples into her mouth. She let her tongue savor the taste of her mother's flesh. The fleshy knob of Marie's nipple, swollen and engorged with blood, rested against the flat of her tongue and she moved it around in a small circle. Drawing back her tongue until just the tip was resting against the slightly wrinkled tip, she rasped it back and forth. Opening her lips as wide as they would go, Suzanne sucked at the small globe of her mother's tit, drawing it almost completely inside her mouth, gently holding it deep in her mouth. With a slow movement of her jaw, she worked her teeth across the nipple, drawing gasps of pleasure from her mother's lips. Shaking her head, Suzanne pulled her mother's fleshy globe away from her body by her nipple until it was stretched tight. After biting down hard, she released her grip and allowed the gnawed flesh to bounce back to its original position. Tilting her head to the side, Suzanne sucked the remaining tit into her mouth and repeated the same process as her mother writhed with the double delight that her children were giving her.

Since she had impaled herself on the thick rod of flesh that thrust from between the strong legs of her son, Marie had been in a tornado of bliss. Her body, fully responsive and hypersensitive because of the buildup of sexual tension, was raging with feeling. Her cunt was filled with her son's hot meat, and she was raising and lowering herself with greater and greater intensity. For a few moments she had been aware of Suzanne, moving sensually over Robert's head, but when the young girl leaned over and sucked one of her tits into her hot mouth, Marie nearly exploded with orgasmic delight. Small explosive forces now started to rip her insides, but Marie did not want to come too soon; she wanted instead to enjoy the sensuousness of the moment, to stretch it out as long as possible so that she would be completely satisfied with their frenzied coupling. Since her hands were now free after releasing their heated grip on Robert's prick and balls, she took Suzanne's head between her hands, and pulled the girl's face even closer to her breasts, forcing the small globes further into the sucking mouth.

Despite her utmost efforts, the feelings that were racing so rapidly up and down her inflamed body were becoming too much for her to control and Marie felt the first onslaughts of orgasm. Her crotch was throbbing as it filled with new and hotter blood, swelling the already swollen lips, letting them leaf back like an opening flower. Quaking sensations of heat and muscle-contorting strain spread outward from her cuntal channel and flexed the muscles of her belly. Her breasts were now supersensitive and heated to what felt like the boiling point.

Abandoning her plan to make her sensual enjoyment last, Marie let her mind surrender to the sensual de1ights of the moment. She pumped her hips up and down on the thick member that invaded and retreated from her cunt. Throwing back her head, her eyes half closed and rolled upward as her mouth opened and moans of pleasure reverberated off the confining walls of the small room. Again and again she gasped out her pleasure as the feeling of fullness expanded the tissues of her cunt. She was being penetrated to the very core, and she reveled in the joy of the intrusion. Waves of color now started breaking before her eyes as she went into her crashing orgasm.

Snapping her eyes shut completely, Marie let the billows of color that were breaking against the shores of her brain intensify and increase in their magnitude. Soft greens turned to raging reds as her body soared higher and higher through the maze of sensation. Marie was only vaguely conscious of the trails of sweat that were running freely from her forehead and down her face as the flush of sexual delight crept across her cheeks and spread like a measles rash across her chest and buttocks.

These physical reactions, however, were not lost on Suzanne, and she sucked at her mother's breast harder than ever. Her own need to reach a climax was growing more fierce and she was happy that her mother had finally gone over the top and would now be less demanding of her. In fact, Suzanne knew that her mother would try to bring her to her own completion as soon as she recovered her composure.

Letting her mother's tit slide from between her sucking lips, she concentrated on getting the most sensation possible from Robert's tongue. Back and forth her hips thrust, letting his tongue ripple over the tiny bud of flesh that was the center of her womanhood. Her hands still held her cunt lips apart and she started moving them to heighten the ecstasy. Her mother rolled her body to the side, letting Robert's still hard flesh slip sloppily from the slash that marked her cunt. Suzanne looked down at the still rigid pole, its length thickly coated with the juices from her mother's body.

As Marie moved away, Suzanne dropped her hands from her own crotch and let them curl around Robert's prick to hold it softly. She pulled at the flesh and watched in a wild fascination as the head swelled and changed color. Leaning over at an acute angle, she licked at the wetness of the head, letting her tongue pass back and forth over the tender silky surface. She heard Robert moan softly, the sounds muffled by the close connection between his mouth and her cunt.

With desire born of passion, Suzanne opened her lips and forced her head down so that the entire length of his cock was buried in the hot confines of her mouth. Her lips hollowed as she sucked greedily at the long root that pushed almost to the back of her throat. She wanted him to fill her just like he had filled her mother, and to accomplish this, she now walked quickly forward on her knees so that her crotch was directly over his cock. She had released her mouth's grip on Robert's cock so that she might thrust its length into her body. She was finished getting herself "turned on"; now it was time to fuck, plain and simple fucking.

Without waiting, Suzanne positioned the head of Robert's prick at the entrance of her cunt and slowly started to sink down upon its length. Her tight cunt expanded under the pressure of her weight as she settled on the rod. She knew that she was tighter than her mother and fitted Robert's prick like a smooth glove. Her insides were gorged with the fullness of his prick and she shuddered as she finally hit bottom, filled to the hilt with his meat. Their bodies ground together, Suzanne's buttocks resting hard on the firm muscles of Robert's belly.

Feeling his sister sink down on his cock, Robert pushed his hips upward and felt his cock slide into her tightness. Christ, she was tight, and wet, and juicy! Hell, he knew that he was about to blow his balls and fill his sister's tight cunt with his juices. The head of his cock throbbed mightily, and he rammed it as deeply as he could into her body seeking the center of her being. The feeling was overwhelming and he accepted it as his due… Up and down his hips moved, his buttocks slapping the hardness of the bed. His balls were churning in their wrinkled sack and pumping the life-giving fluid into the tubes that would eventually lead to that warm place right in the center of his sister's body.

Marie watched with the warm pleasure of afterglow as her two children joined their strong bodies together for a final coupling. She sensed that Robert would soon blow his balls in his sister's cunt. That was fine with Marie since she had already gotten the pleasure she needed from the hard rod of flesh that he was so mightily thrusting in and out of his sister; however, she wanted to give her daughter the added pleasure of having her mother's mouth fastened to one of her sensual zones. She stood up to find a place where she could fit into the sexual tableau.

Robert was holding his sister by the waist as he met her downward plunges with upward thrusts of his own. Marie pushed his arms down as she returned to the bed, straddling his body and wrapping her arms around her daughter's supple body, her hands opening and grasping with firmness the large bulging globes of Suzanne's breasts. Marie was facing her daughter's back since the young girl had been too impatient to turn around, but had merely moved forward so that she could ram the shaft of Robert's cock into her body.

Marie rolled the distended tips of Suzanne's nipples between her fingers and moved her hands in a circular fashion to stretch her daughter's tender flesh and pull on the most tender portion of all. Her lips and tongue were making small slick trails over Suzanne's shoulders and back. Marie, knowing how sensitive Suzanne's earlobes were to sexual stimulation, raised her body so that she could play with her daughter's breasts and suck at the little pink shells which were now reddening with heated blood.

The thought of bringing pleasure to her own daughter had always somehow perversely turned Marie on and she increased the pressure of her hands, fingers, and tongue. As she worked to bring still greater pleasure to her young daughter's body, she became aware of the urgent tugs on her waist. Robert was trying to move her body back so that he could bring his mouth to play against the soft hair-covered juncture of her crotch.

Sighing with pleasure that both her children were so orally oriented, Marie moved quickly back on the bed, spreading her legs wide so that her cunt was fully exposed. New and vibrant energy throbbed into her system as she brought her body to the lips that her son was offering for her pleasure. Blood raced through her already supercharged system and made her glow.

Robert, seeking to add new thrills to the mixture, of sucking and fucking, gripped the rounded globes of his mother's tightly stretched rump. Digging in his thumb on either soft globe, he pushed the two twin spheres apart to expose the tight little ring of her anus. He had never done this before, and he didn't know whether or not his mother had ever done it, but with her experience it seemed to him likely that she had. It didn't matter whether she had or not, since she was going to have his hard tongue shoved into her rectum and she could like it or not.

With this thought foremost in his mind, Robert lifted his head and licked at the lowest portion of his mother's cunt, letting the tip insert itself into the slopping channel of her sex and drawing the juices that her body was oozing down toward her asshole. Pushing harder with his thumbs, he pushed the cheeks of her ass even further apart and then when she was opened to his attack like a book, he made his move. It was subtle at first, just a brush and lick, but the reaction was instantaneous. He felt Marie's body stiffen and then relax as his tongue lapped across the wrinkled ring of flesh. Pointing his tongue's tip like a dagger point, Robert took aim as best he could without being able to see his target and stabbed forward. His tongue hit dead center, and he lifted his head, straining his powerful neck muscles with the effort of his upward plunge. His mother's body stiffened and then rose high off the bed in an unsuccessful effort to escape the hot wet tongue blade that sought an entrance to her rear hole. Robert felt the resistance of the puckered ring, but continued to push at the entrance with the tip of his tongue. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the tight ring gave way under his insistent pressure.

Suddenly, Robert was aware that his tongue's tip had finally made the initial penetration into his mother's body from her nether hole. Following up his initial advantage, Robert took a deep breath and renewed his effort with greater vigor. He jabbed forward and back with forcefu1 strokes, sending it deeper and deeper into his mother's body. Fluttering his tongue's tip, Robert felt the shudder that started in his mother's ass and then traveled upward throughout her entire body.

Marie let her straining hips relax and allowed them to sink down on Robert's tongue. She was still resisting his rectal intrusion, but as he worked at her asshole she became aware of the sensuous feelings that he was imparting to her virgin nether hole. The same empty feelings that had throughout her lifetime consumed her vagina were now transferring themselves to her rectum, an orifice of her body that heretofore had never been penetrated.

Settling her buttocks down on Robert's tongue, Marie let the new sensations engulf her body, but didn't stop her own lingual caress of her daughter, who now writhed in ecstatic abandon on the bed in front of her. She was participating in her daughter's passionate joy, and trying by every means that she knew to heighten it. However, at the same time, Robert was imparting new and equally wild feelings to her own body and she accepted them as a regal gift of love.

Suzanne, now throwing her body from side to side in an effort to increase the mad pleasure that was ripping her young body to pieces, was not aware of the new thrills that her mother was receiving at the end of Robert's tongue; but even if she did know, at that moment, it would make very little difference. Selfishly, she was concerned only with her own emotions and the thrills that she was receiving at the hands of her mother and the prick of her older brother. Her hips were a whirl of grating movement, circling and rising and falling with greater and greater force. Robert's hard cock was throbbing mightily as it ripped past her soft tissues, and over the little bud of flesh that gave her ultimate joy.

Unable to contain herself, Suzanne leaned far forward and braced her body by gripping Robert's knees with her hands, the motion carrying her mother forward with her. Using this new leverage, she thrust herself up and down with even greater abandon, sending Robert's prick into the core of her body with savage, but pleasure-giving strokes. Like her mother before her, she closed her eyes to increase the fantasy of her orgasm. Blackness met her mind, but the sensations of throbbing heat were so intense that she felt as if she were going to burst into a sheet of white hot flame. Hot hands gripped and stroked the length of her body, clamping upon, then releasing some of her tenderest parts. Higher and higher the hot tide rose until she was completely engulfed in undulating sheets of flame.

Her breath was a short series of sharp gasps that were wrestled from her parched throat. Sounds of the sea crashed against her ears, splashing and swirling like foam upon the sand, frothy and ever-changing.

With a depraved look of desperation distorting her young beautiful features, Suzanne hung on the delicate balance between sanity and the strange realm that lies just over the line. She tottered with the exquisiteness of the feeling that wracked her body, and then collapsed to the side of the bed, Robert's cock slipping out of her stretched hole, its length covered with the slopping juices of both Suzanne and his mother.

Robert was so busy jamming his long tongue into his mother's asshole that he was hardly aware that Suzanne had risen to orgasm, writhed there on the head of his cock for an exquisite moment, and then fell away totally exhausted. As the cool air of the room brushed like a set of light fingers across the dampness of his coated cock, Robert became aware that his prick was no longer attached in hot connection to the tightly gripping hole of his sisters cunt. When this finally made itself clear in his passion-fogged brain, a new idea hit Robert's mind like a blinding light.

A roughly applied shove was the first indication Marie had that Robert was about to couple with her again. She stretched out on the bed positioning herself on her hands and knees as he directed with his hands. She always liked to be taken from behind because Robert's prick could make its deepest penetration of her hot body and it left her free to apply her head to Suzanne. As she spread her legs wide in anticipation of Robert's first lunging thrust, Marie started pulling Suzanne's body in front of her. She spread the young girl's legs and then buried her head in the warm, still pulsating crotch. Her tongue inserted itself in the wet groove and lapped hungrily at the warm juices that had spilled from the girl's tight channel.

Climbing to his knees behind his mother's waiting body, Robert looked down at the smooth roundness of her ass. The cleft that split the twin globes was pulled apart by the extension of Marie's legs and he could see the tight ring of her anus still wet from his spit. Holding his cock in one hand, Robert pumped it up and down a few times as he brought the bulbous head to the rubbery ring that he had decided to penetrate.

Wrapping one arm around his mother's waist, he guided the lubricated head of his prick against the tightly clamped ring. His hips moved forward and his head bent back as he strained to make an invasion of his mother's rectum. With a strength born of desperation, Robert pulled his mother's body back with one arm as he pushed steadily forward with his hips, applying greater pressure to the nether hole that he was trying to invade.

Suzanne was barely aware that her mother had moved her body into a position that would allow the older woman to apply her tongue to the still throbbing sexual parts that had so recently been exploding points of fire, but she rose to a new level of consciousness and started undulating her hips as Marie licked her way up and down Suzanne's cuntal slit, brushing the hot knob of her clit with every stroke. Rising and falling with the new tide of passion, Suzanne was completely unaware of the brutal penetration that Robert was about to deliver to his mother's asshole. She rolled back and forth on the bed in blissful ignorance, happy and fulfilled.

Thinking that Robert had missed his real mark, Marie raised her hips and buttocks higher in the air and pushed back against the heavy meaty rod which she felt splitting the cheeks of her ass. A sharp stabbing pain jolted her and she desperately tried to pull her body away from the source of her pain, but could not since she was held securely in place by Robert's strong arm, wrapped around her supple waist. Retracting her tongue, her mouth opened to scream, but she was shoved hard against the wide crack of Suzanne's cunt by Robert's forward thrust and she could only mutter a muffled protest as the thick pole of his cock started its tortured penetration of her rectum.

Sweat was breaking out in little driblets on Robert's face from the effort he was making in t r y i n g to invade Marie's rectum. His hips strained forward with greater force as he felt the head of his cock expand and then enter his mother's rectum. With a new and more powerful surge, Robert bolted his body forward and felt, with great satisfaction, the shaft of his cock sink steadily into the tight channel of his mother's asshole. Never before had he experienced such a tight grip on his sexual part. He had thought that Suzanne's cunt was the tightest thing he had ever encountered when he had taken her maidenhead that very first time, but this was something else again, and he became more and more excited. Plunging onward, Robert finally had the satisfaction of feeling his loins touch the stretched tight skin of his mother's rump. Not waiting, he pulled his cock about half way out of her rectum and then shoved forward, burying his meat in her once more. Back and forth his body sawed, his belly slapping firmly against the cheeks of Marie's ass. She was wriggling and uttering muffled protests, her mouth buried in the hair-covered mound of Suzanne's sexual center. Robert was not holding back, but thrusting with the full power of his young body, the come racing through the ducts and tubes of his body toward the slitted head of his prick.

Searing, stabbing pain tore through Marie's body as she tried vainly to disengage her body from the thick pole that threatened to tear her asunder. Slowly, but steadily, the pain changed in form, and became warm pulsing pleasure. Almost without knowing it, Marie was now seeking the impalement that she had been so desperately trying to avoid, and rocked back and forth in an effort to impale herself even more deeply on Robert's cock as it stabbed its way in and out of her asshole. Her rectum had the same warm filled feeling as her cunt got when she was about to come and she flowed with the new feeling. As she rose on the new tide, she was wracked by a thunderous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever experienced before. It was the same yet different, it lasted longer and was warmer. Marie cried out her pleasure, the sound being muted by the folds of skin that were pressed so tightly against her mouth.

Waves of passion thundered in Robert's ears as he sent his rock-hard, blood-filled prick into his mother's asshole. He felt the come gather and falter at the base of his prick only for a second and then with a thunderous roar, race down the length of his prick and spurt in white-hot jets into the depths of his mother's bowels. Again and again, the muscles of his prick contracted and spurted his seed.

After what seemed to Robert to be an eternity, the spasming stopped and he sank exhausted to the bed. rolling his body away from his mother and sister who were still locked together, tongue to cunt.

As they rested, exhaustion giving way to light sleep, the train slowed, its engines laboring to pull the following cars up the steepening bed of the track. They were in the mountains and a bell rang somewhere deep in the bowels of the cars, announcing the dinner hour. Robert, Marie, and Suzanne, however, did not hear the ringing call, and slept on in the afterglow of blissful completion.

CHAPTER THREE

Grinding her teeth together in bitter frustration, Sandi Thomas threw her thick leather purse into the corner of the wide seat next to the night-darkened window. She had been an auditory witness to the activities of the Olsen family, who shared the next compartment. The sound of passion that been unmistakable, and Sandi was angry that merely hearing sexual activity had caused those strange feelings to start roaming throughout her system.

Lying curled on the floor at her feet was her dog, Eric, a large German shepherd, her constant companion for the past four years. Although he was quietly nested in a tight curve, he watched his mistress with his soft brown eyes, trying to gauge the depth of her frustration, which he sensed with his own animal perception. His tail, thick and black, thumped almost silently against the carpet that covered the floor.

Eric, even more than Sandi, because of his keener abilities to hear, was aware of what had transpired in the adjoining compartment. In addition he had become aware of the ringing of the bell announcing the opening of the dining car before Sandi had recognized its insistent tone.

After the sound of the bell had passed by the closed door of their compartment, Sandi looked down at Eric's noble head resting on his outstretched paws and she leaned over to gently stroke his ears. "How about it, Eric, are you ready for dinner?" she asked. The large black and tan-marked dog looked up lovingly at his mistress, attempting in his own way to indicate to her that he understood and would abide by her decision. His head lifted and his ears stood straight and alert waiting for the next sound that would issue from her throat.

"Okay, how about some beef stew and kibbles?" she asked absently. Sandi always believed that Eric could understand every word that she uttered, or at least comprehended her general meaning. "Well, what do you say? Beef and kibbles, or something else?"

Hefting himself to his four padded feet, he sat obediently before her, his tail swishing back and forth expectantly. His long pink tongue lolled out of the side of his wide, tooth-lined mouth that curved back in a near smile. Standing in the narrow aisleway, Eric looked up expectantly, his saliva starting to drip with greater frequency from his open mouth. His sensitive nose told him that his mistress was in a state of sexual excitement, and he was trying to piece together the full meaning of this, trying desperately to determine what would be expected of him. He wanted to eat, but if called on he would do whatever Sandi asked.

Getting to her feet, Sandi stretched her full body, raising her hands high over her head and lifting her entire weight to the balls of her feet. Her loose-fitting blouse, worn on the outside of her bell-bottomed slacks, rose, exposing the firm line of her belly and the small round indentation of her naval. She could feel the dampness that marked the slit at her crotch, and her clouded eyes flicked over the powerful body of the dog standing patiently and obediently before her in the narrow confines of the compartment. She started to move forward, but her progress was stopped when Eric, for reasons that he could only understand, but not communicate, pushed his nose between her perfectly formed thighs and waited.

"Horny beast," Sandi smiled as she reached down to stroke the head and rub her legs together against the long nose of the dog. "Maybe you'd better wait until after you have a little something to eat before you get any ideas about what you think I'd like to do with that thick tongue and long prick of yours," she said, ruffling his hair playfully.

Disengaging herself from the probing nose that was wedged tightly between her full, round thighs, Sandi moved to her large suitcase standing tombstone-like at the end of the small compartment. As she kneeled to pick it up, the tight material of her blue jeans stretched tight into the soft puffiness of her crotch and again the electric shocks of desire jolted her frame, making her shudder, goose bumps dotting her arm.

Trying to ignore the sensuous feeling that were breaking over her, Sandi quickly lifted the heavy case to the cushion of the long seat in the compartment and deftly snapped open the clasps. Taking out a wide flat plastic feeding dish, a can of dog food, an already opened bag of kibbles, and a can opener, Sandi busied herself preparing Eric's dinner.

When she was finished, she placed the dish on the floor and stepped back. As the big dog moved quickly to the dish, Sandi considered several possible alternatives. She could leave the compartment and make her way to the dining car, or she could order a sandwich and Coke from the club car, or she could just forget about dinner altogether.

Casually thinking about this, Sandi sat on the seat next to the window looking out into the blue-black night. Her reflection gazed back at her from the window. The reflection from the overhead light glimmered off the dark reddish brown of her hair, hanging loosely around her shoulders and falling in a light caress down the front of her bulky knit sweater. Sandi looked at the swelling mounds of her breasts as they pushed against the material of the sweater, and the urgent itching in her crotch increased. The sight of her own body never failed to turn her on, to sexually stimulate her. She.tried to distinguish the features of her face, free of makeup, but beautiful in its simplistic classic lines. The effort failed because the reflected image cast by the window was not clear enough.

Almost unconsciously, Sandi's hands, which had been neatly folded in her lap, started moving up the knobby knit of the sweater until they were resting lightly on the twin mounds that marked her heavy breasts. Being a modern girl, and one that liked to feel that she was hep and in the swing of the modern scene, she had long ago discarded bras, and the weight of her hands on her breasts pressed the kinky knit of the sweater against the tender surfaces of her tits. The delicate pressure of her palms sent flashes of light blinking on in Sandi's mind. Still looking out the window, seeing her own image, she became aware of the glowing dots in the distance that she correctly identified as street lamps.

Almost at the same instant, she became aware of the slowing of the train's speed. The click of wheels against the steel rails changed in rhythm as the time between the sharp sounds became greater and greater. Quickly her hands moved away from the mounds of her breasts as she sat up straight in the seat and leaned expectantly toward the window.

A line of blue lights began to pass the window and Sandi saw the patterns of bricked tile on a platform, luggage wagons and the fluttering movement of scores of people as they broke away from the support of the adobe wall of a small station building and ran alongside the slowly moving cars carrying large straw baskets and holding up variously wrapped packets. She realized that these were train side vendors selling food and drinks to those who could be convinced that it was more economical to buy the variety of foods offered by them instead of having dinner aboard the train.

As the train lurched to a complete stop, Sandi rose to struggle with the window, forcing it down and allowing the sounds of the hawkers to flood into the narrow confines of her compartment. She couldn't understand the words as the panoply of noises assaulted her Midwestern American ears.

Seeing the window slide open, a gaggle of squawking vendors broke for the shaft of light holding their various wares high in their hands. Crowding around the lighted rectangle, they shoved and shouted, trying desperately to shove their wares into Sandi's hands, which were still holding the edge of the compartment window.

Assaulted by the sounds and intensity of the vendors who crowded around her open window, Sandi pulled back from the window with a jerk. From behind her a low guttural growl reverberated against the narrow walls of the compartment as Eric, having eaten the last of his dinner, turned at the sound of the voices and Sandi's action at the window. His ears were alert and pointed s1ight1y forward as he watched Sandi's back. When she jerked away from the window, Eric, his massive muscles contracting and flexing, leaped forward to fill the gap, attempting to interpose his body between that of his mistress and the unknown danger that was lingering just outside the open window. His lips started to curl, exposing the line of sharp teeth that could rend and tear. Blocked by Sandi's body, the great dog coiled and then leaped to the seat of the coach and shot forward, his teeth flashing bright in the compartment's light. A defensive snarl broke from his lips as he moved to the window and looked down at the milling group of vendors still trying to push their wares through the open window.

When the big dog's powerful frame filled the window, snarling and with teeth bared, they fell back, some angry, others frightened, and others, not so near the window, confused by the sudden movement.

"It's okay, Eric," Sandi said to the great black and tan beast looming so threateningly in the open space of the window, "Get down, and let me get something to eat."

Sandi, seeing the bristling hair along the back of the thick neck, took hold of the metal choke collar and pulled back sharply, but not with any real strength. "Down! Eric, down." she said, pulling again on the choke chain that circled the powerful neck.

She had trained Eric herself and she was the only person who could really tell him what to do. It wasn't that he was aggressive toward other persons with whom he came in contact, but his first and only fierce loyalty was to this girl whom he had known since he was a small puppy on the large Midwestern farm where they had grown up together.

Hearing Sandi's voice and feeling the pressure from the chain, Eric immediately dropped his hostile attitude and turned away from the window, sitting on his haunches on the cushion of the seat. He still wanted to be close to the open window just in case. The snarling look on his face was quickly replaced by one of alert inquisitiveness and sharp-eyed watchfulness. The bristling hair along his hackles, smoothed and blended with the short hair of his coat and the strong muscles of chest and back relaxed and he held himself in check.

Satisfied that Eric would no longer try to impose his body between her own and the window, Sandi again moved forward and quickly making her choices, selected a ham sandwich and a Coke. The vendors held up their fingers to indicate the cost, and she dug into the pockets of her tight jeans, pulling out the crumpled, dirty bills, and handed them through the window to the brown-skinned vendors just as the train lurched forward to resume its steady journey toward San Mateo.

To her surprise, after she had settled herself on the seat, Sandi found that the sandwich, which consisted of lettuce and a thick slice of ham between the cut halves of a thick Mexican bun, had been warmed and was tasty. The Coke looked and tasted no different from those she was used to in the United States. She sat quietly munching on the sandwich and taking an occasional swig of the Coke until she had completely devoured them both.

At her side waiting patiently, Eric watched as Sandi chewed reflectively on the sandwich. When she had finished and was idly looking out the new closed window at the black reflection of the glass, the big dog crept forward along the seat and laid his massive head in his mistress's lap.

Sandi had felt good after finishing the last morsel of food that she had so hastily bought from the hawkers on the station platform. It was a good feeling; one which gave her confidence that her trip deep into the interior of Mexico to attend the Institito would be a good one. She had been letting her mind wander over the possibilities of what was in store for her when she finally settled in the small hill town that would be her home for the next year when she felt the pressure of Eric's head where he rested it on her thigh.

Lethargically, Sandi let her hand caress the great head, her fingers stroking and combing the thick hair. Memories flooded back into her mind of the large farm where she had grown up. It was a typical Midwestern farm, with a large rambling house, barn, and hay loft where she had spent many of her happiest times, and one of her most frightening moments.

The remembered odor of fresh, sweet straw, flared out her nostrils as Sandi recalled that warm spring day when she had lost her virginity to one of the rough-handed farm hands that worked for her father. She had learned about sex by watching, almost unknowingly, the matings of all the animals on the farm. To her young mind at the time, it was a natural thing, but some of the farm hands, and particularly one man, had thought her natural young-girl curiosity was amusing.

One day when the spring planting was in full swing, the man had followed her to the barn. Sandi was then blooming into young womanhood and the vital juices were running in her veins like the sap in newly sprouting trees. She had been tense, her body inflicting strange thoughts upon her mind. Had she known then what she knew today, Sandi always told herself, she would have understood the strange itchy feeling as just sexual desire and the buildup of sexual tension.

By some strange animal sense, the young rough-handed farm helper had understood her condition and followed Sandi into the barn. At first, she welcomed his aggressive advances, but when they became more insistent she had tried to extricate herself from the situation. She wasn't weak, but he was much stronger. She never gave her ravisher a name, but merely acknowledged his identity as male.

After he followed her to the hayloft, Sandi had been forced down in the soft straw and her arms pinned to her sides by his weight. She had tried to fight him off after a few innocent kisses, but it had been useless and soon her light, thin blouse had been pulled open, her bra lifted roughly from the nubile nubs of her young breasts, and the wide material of her skirt had been shoved up around her waist. The man's hands pawed at her body as she tried with increasing desperation to push them away from her enflamed flesh. It had been useless, and soon she felt the heat of desire taking control of her senses and Sandi knew that she would lose her virginity to a man whom she hardly knew or cared about. Although she had accepted this, she had not enjoyed the coupling, and felt nauseous waves of self-disgust pass over her as she sprawled in the hay after he left her.

It had been then, when she was rumpled, sore, and angry, that she and Eric had started their strange relationship. The young dog, no more than a puppy at the time, had made his way into the barn, following the whimpers that were being emitted from the loft, and had nuzzled his nose in the softness of Sandi's crotch, fresh with her own virgin blood, and splashed with the drying semen of her molester.

Utilizing some sort of animal intelligence that was lacking in most others of his species, Eric had sensed the wrong that had been done and in his own way tried to convey this to the girl lying in the soft straw of the loft. His pink puppy's tongue had lapped out and removed the stains of blood and sex from the young thighs and hair-covered pubic mound.

In her anger and frustration, Sandi had been stimulated by the soft tongue and had taken the dog's head into her hands, stroking and thanking him for the concern that he had shown. After that, they became inseparable. Even when Sandi went off to a strange city to college, her ever faithful companion, Eric, had traveled with her and took up residence with her in the tree shaded college town. They grew closer and closer, and when Sandi planned her trip to San Mateo to attend the art institute, naturally, Eric was included in those plans.

Now sitting in her compartment on the train that was taking them both toward San Mateo, Sandi stroked the massive head with affection. "Well, we're on the way and will be starting a new life tomorrow afternoon," she said to her friend.

Eric, aware of every nuance of her voice, looked up. His sharp vision confirmed what his sensitive nose had told him long before. Sandi was in a state of sexual excitement. His hypersensitive nostrils had picked up the scent of her womanhood, rich and fragrant, long before the train had stopped, and now it was getting stronger.

Sandi herself was aware of the vague feelings of tension that moved through her young body, and with knowledge born of experience, recognized them for what they were. "How 'bout it, Eric, want to get it on the ball?"

The curled tail thumped a little harder against the seat, and the wide mouth gaped open, Eric's tongue lolling out pink and wet. He had raised his head from her leg, and sat up straight on his haunches when Sandi started to rise from her seat.

Moving slowly, Sandi walked to the door of the compartment and pushed the straight bolt into place, securing the door from sudden intrusion. Turning around, she transversed the narrow length of the room to make sure that there would be no intruding eyes if the train should stop at another station. Once the green shade was securely in place, Sandi turned and looked at her faithful companion.

"You horny, Eric?" she asked as she moved to stand directly in front of the seated dog.

Bobbing his head up and down, Eric nuzzled forward, his wet nose poking at the folds of the loosely knit sweater that covered Sandi's young body. He heard the tone and inflection of her voice and had understood what she was saying. Eric didn't really understand the words, but every time that she got that certain sound in her voice, the same thing always happened, and over the years he had come to identify the sound with the action. In no case had his ears ever failed him.

"You smart boy," Sandi said and she rubbed the head of the dog affectionately as he poked the wetness of his nose into the softness of her belly. "Stay, Eric," Sandi commanded, "I'll give you a little show."

Bobbing his head up and down, Eric nuzzled forward, his wet nose poking at the folds of the loosely knit sweater that covered Sandi's young body. He heard the tone and inflection of her voice and had understood what she was saying. Eric didn't really understand the words, but every time that she got that certain sound in her voice, the same thing always happened, and over the years he had come to identify the sound with the action. In no case had his ears ever failed him.

"You smart boy," Sandi said and she rubbed the head of the dog affectionately as he poked the wetness of his nose into the softness of her belly. "Stay, Eric," Sandi commanded, "I'll give you a little show."

The large dog immediately obeyed, sitting back on his haunches and waiting patiently for the next action that was to take place. He was justifiably proud of the way that he could interpret her commands and respond to them. He and Sandi had spent a great deal of time at it when he was still young and he had never forgotten his lessons from the farm.

Lifting the bulky sweater, Sandi smiled as she unhooked the brass buckle of her wide leather belt and let it hang open around her compact waist. Deftly working her fingers, she unhooked the metal clasp at the top of her bluejeans and then pulled down the zipper. Bending over, she hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her pants and pushed them down over her rounded hips, and then down her shapely legs until they were bunched in a tightly compacted circle around her ankles. Pushing off her sneakers, Sandi sat on the couch and pulled her pants off, tossing them at the suitcase that was still sitting at the end of the compartment.

The cool breeze of the air conditioning hit her and sent a small shiver up the firm muscles of her legs. Ignoring the momentary discomfort, Sandi turned as she rose from the seat to look at her reflected image in the glass of the window. All she saw was the drab green of the shade, since she had forgotten that she had pulled down the window curtain to insure privacy from the possibility of prying eyes at train stations, where curious onlookers often congregated.

Somewhat discouraged because she had always enjoyed the unencumbered view of her naked flesh when she disrobed, Sandi turned back to face Eric as she pulled the bottom of the bulky knit sweater up over her head. Shaking her head to free her hair, Sandi pulled the sweater free and tossed it toward the blue pile of material that marked the spot where her pants now rested. The sweater fell in a thick clump on top of the suitcase, and then slid slowly to the floor.

Cocking his head to the side, Eric looked at the slim body of his mistress. The firm mounds of her full breasts were creased with light brown rings that puffed outward to twin points

The even line of her ribs was vaguely visible just under the skin and tapered down, encasing the well-muscled lines of her flat belly. Her loins, which he knew so well, were still covered with a filmy material which afforded only the faintest view of the sparse triangle of hair that lay hidden under the wispy fabric. Sandi's panties, however, did nothing to hide the curving roundness of her hips.

Looking at the expression on Eric's face as she undressed and revealed her body to him, Sandi felt the heat in her loins increasing despite the fact that she was practically naked. She was hot, and she knew it. Pushing at the light blue material of her panties she quickly divested herself of these encumbrances and when she tossed them after her jeans and sweater, she stood before the great dog completely nude.

"How do you like that?" she asked smilingly, letting her hands rub the smoothness of her belly.

Eric cocked his head to the other side trying to get the meaning of what she said by the tone of her voice. He raised his paw in salute to see what this action would bring.

"Dig it," she said, "How 'bout that wide tongue of yours, Eric? Give me your tongue." This was a command that the noble-looking dog understood and his breath started coming faster. He knew what was expected of him now, and he was anxiously waiting until he could respond.

Sandi, a smile on her face, sat down on the couch opposite her dog and spread her long legs. The aisleway was so narrow and the distance between the facing couches so slight that it was easy for Sandi to solidly plant her feet on the opposite couch, her soles on either side of Eric's waiting body. Sliding forward until the cheeks of her ass were on the edge of the seat, Sandi waited for her friend and rubbed the tender surfaces on the insides of her thighs. She let her fingers travel sensuously over the hair of her puffy pubic mound and then up over her belly until her hands cupped her breasts. Her fingers brushed and then gripped her nipples. Twisting the nubs of her nipples between thumb and forefinger, Sandi kneaded her tenderly exposed nipples until they were standing hard and firm away from the white mounds of her breasts. New hot blood surged with compelling force through her system, and Sandi could feel her inner organs convulse, churn, and move in preparation for the intrusion of love. Her loins rising and falling, Sandi felt the increased flow of her cuntal juices and they saturated the tight channel of her pussy and coated the outer lips at the entrance to her love well, and then spilled over to soak the thin, sparse hair that curled and glistened on the pubic mound that clefted her round thighs.

"Come, Eric, come and eat me," she gasped, her eyes closing, her head falling back against the cushion of the seat.

With a silent leap, Eric, his body now attuned to the needs of his mistress, jumped to the floor of the compartment, all his senses awake. The great tail, curled over his back, swished from side to side with Eric's excitement. Moving forward between the wide vee made by Sandi's thighs, Eric followed his long nose, the glands in his mouth secreting saliva to wet the long pink tongue. The woman smells of her were heavy and pungent, and the great dog followed them. He had done this many times before and was conditioned to respond to the sight of her naked flesh and the smell of her sexual secretions.

Sniffing at the moist slit in front of him, Eric probed with his wet nose at the lipped cleft and then let his tongue flick out in a long lapping motion that ran from Sandi's anus to the top of her cunt. The dog tasted her womanliness and let his great tongue flick out once more with more force.

"Oh Christ!" Sandi's voice exploded from her tightly clamped lips. Her head tossed from side to side against the thick cushion. "That's it. Give it to me, let me have it all. Do me, Eric, do me good," she cried in the first flush of ecstasy.

Shifting her body, Sandi slid her loins forward, attempting to push more of her cunt onto the thrusting tongue of the faithful dog who was now solidly positioned between her legs. As she moved, her knees parted to widen the gap between her thighs and allow the dog the greatest possible freedom.

Aroused now and confident he was doing what his mistress wanted, Eric thrust his long wet tongue up and down the slit that poured forth the savory juices of Sandi's womanhood. His sensitive nose was only aware of the woman smell of her sex as it poured out the scent of her desire. He lapped with long and smooth strokes, his hot breath adding to the excitement that he was providing his mistress. The scent and taste of her was having its own effect on his animal instincts and drives. The head of his long and bulbous prick was cresting pink and wet from the hairy sheath that hung tight against his tapered belly.

Relaxing in the luxury of the intense feelings of pleasure and mounting passion that flowed through her loins, Sandi tossed her head from side to side on the long seat. Her hips were rising and falling in time to Eric's lapping tongue. His touch was soft, but insistent, giving her the greatest possible pleasure. Her eyes flicked open, and she looked down the muscled slope of her half-reclining body to watch as her beloved dog let his tongue run up and down the hips of her cunt. Her outer cunt lips were swollen and filled with blood, exposing the tender inner lips which were parted, exposed to the thrusting tongue of the dog, and freeing the small bud of flesh that always gave her the greatest pleasure when rubbed either with her own finger or with Eric's great, soft tongue.

"Yes, yes, more more! Don't stop. Do me good, Eric, make me come," she cried as she watched, her eyes wide with desire and passion.

In response to her urging, Eric moved closer to the wet slit that he was licking. His tongue was now passing over the thick bud of flesh that marked her clit. He didn't know what he was doing, didn't know the sensations that his lingual caress was imparting to his mistress, but by some strange unknown animal instinct, he understood what she wanted of him and tried in his way to give it to her.

His tongue flicked out faster and his strokes became shorter, centering in the middle of the cleft that was sopping wet with her juices. His body surged forward, his mouth opening, his wide tongue working like a soft rasp against the tender tissues of his mistress.

Small explosive convulsions started boiling and ripping through Sandi's loins and she abandoned herself to the intensity of their caress. Her hands and fingers pressed against the fleshy globes of her breasts harder. Her nipples were now twin points of throbbing fire. Breathlessly, she dropped her breasts from her clutching fingers and reached for the great hand that was thrusting between her widely spread thighs.

"Shit! Oh yes; do it. Do it good, Eric make me come. I'm about there; just a little more, more, please Eric, morel"

Entwining her fingers deeply in the thick hair of Eric's head, Sandi pulled the dog closer to her thrusting hips. Pulling back her legs at the knees, she folded her body so that her knees were almost touching her shoulders. Her cunt was split wide, the petals of her cunt lips hanging open, the gap filled with the tongue of her hairy lover.

Abandoning herself to the thrills of the lapping tongue being thrust in and out of her cunt, Sandi thrashed back and forth on the narrow seat, her body pulsing and throbbing with the need of her sex. Her face was flushed, eyes tightly clamped, as she pulled Eric closer to her throbbing center and pushed her sexual slit into his gaping mouth. Small beads of sweat broke out at her hairline and trickled down her forehead as she attempted to bring herself to completion.

Responding to the urgent cries of his mistress, the big dog moved with the tug of her hands in the ruffled hair of his head and neck. A strange animal desire flooded through his system, sending urgent messages of passion to his loins. The pink-tipped head of his prick was sliding out of the hair sheath and throbbing in regular pulsations against his furred belly. Throbbing waves of heat pulsed in the very center of Sandi's crotch as Eric moved his tongue with greater force. Lines of white-hot fire streaked up her cunt from the little bud of flesh that was being pushed back and forth relentlessly. Her clit was spasming, sending out the warm waves that were bathing her loins with a fire that threatened to consume her, but toward which she gladly threw her entire being.

"Oh fuck! That's it; harder, harder, Eric, I'm about to come. Please, Eric, just a little more," she cried again in her desperate need to find fulfillment.

The dog, urged on by her words, worked his great tongue hard against her crotch. His own desire was building almost to the point of explosion, but he restrained himself because of his training. He wanted to mount her and thrust his thick member deep into her body, but would wait until he was bidden.

Waves of sensation passed up her contorted belly and over her breasts, gripping the mounds with fingers of fire. Pictures of orange-tongued flames broke before her tightly closed eyes. Softly at first, but increasing in the intensity of color, the orange that was licking at her eyelids became red, a swirling mass of red. It moved and changed as the waves of throbbing heat became more frequent and more intense. It was happening. Sandi knew in the small dark recesses of her mind that she was coming, having an orgasm. She let her entire being flow toward the fire that was consuming her body in engulfing flames.

"Yes, yes! I'm coming; I'm coming! Oh God, yes!" the cries were torn from her throat in great sighing gasps. The sounds of her orgasmic release bounced off the walls of the compartment as the wheels of the train clicked steadily onward.

Spasm after hot spasm flowed over her entire body as Eric continued to lick and slurp at the wet slit before him. A red flush spread over Sandi's breasts and the skin of her tightly stretched buttocks as she spasmed out her completion. The colors breaking before her eyes ebbed and flowed with the waves that flooded her sensation-soaked system. The reds turned blue, and then green, and back to red with each explosion sending pinpoints of fire through her brain.

As the sensations decreased with the release of her pent-up tension, the colors started to fade, taking on a more pastel tone. Slowly, Sandi returned to the reality of her surroundings. The first thing she became fully aware of was the simple round globe of the light fixture that centered itself in the middle of the ceiling. It expanded and then retracted for several moments before she could bring it into sharp focus. Turning her head, she slowly became aware of the other objects in the small compartment. Finally she was able to bring her racing mind under control and relaxed the muscles of her body. Her legs stretched out, unfolding from their compressed position against her shoulders. Sandi placed her feet against the opposite seat, and with an effort pushed herself upright, pulling back her hips and taking her still-tender sight. Her cunt began to swell and itch with the need to be filled. She felt the emptiness and resolved to relieve it.

Pushing her body off the seat, she squatted on her haunches on the floor next to the stretched out form of her faithful dog. Her hands ruffled the fur along his neck and her fingers scratched the alert ears, giving them a friendly and warm tug. Eric panted and rolled to his side. Sandi smiled as she saw his cock come into full view, pink and throbbing.

"Well, you seem to be a little short for what I want. How about a little help from mommy?" she chided lovingly as her hands stroked down the well-muscled chest and over the smooth hard belly of the animal that was her friend.

Sandi, wishing to bring to her friend the same joy that he so willingly brought to her, let her fingers curl around the sheath that held the pink shaft of Eric's prick. She stroked the underside gently, and watched in fascination as the thick member squirmed its way out of the hairy tube and into the light. In order to speed the process, she leaned over and let her tongue pass back and forth across the tip of the throbbing member.

Eric stretched his body along the length of the seat, letting his legs and paws pull taut. He started breathing faster as he felt the lingual stimulation that was being applied to his cock. His animal drives were racing full speed and his desire was mounting.

Hungrily, Sandi sucked more of the pink shaft into her mouth as it wormed its way out of the hairy covering. She had always enjoyed the taste of her dog, so animal and natural. She had never had a man, and had wondered from time to time whether they tasted as good as Eric always did. Her tongue laved at the sensitive surface that crept from the sheath, and soon she was aware that her entire mouth was filled with his meat, throbbing gently and urgently. Sucking in her cheeks, Sandi tried to draw the full member out so she could play with it as she wanted.

She could feel the swelling bulb in the middle of his shaft as it filled with blood, and knew that she would have to stop her sucking if she wanted to have Eric mount her body and fill her cunt with his throbbing cock. Once he was inside her, she knew that the bulb would continue to swell, locking them together until Eric came in that special flooding way that completely filled her pussy with his hot seed.

Reluctantly pulling her lips away from his cock, Sandi fell on her back on the floor and placed her legs on the top of the facing seats. Her knees were thrust back, her hips raised high to facilitate his entry into her young and vibrating body.

"Come," she ordered softly.

Eric, his animal mind fogged by desire, leaped from the seat he had stretched out along and bounded to the floor between Sandi's widely placed legs. His head dropped and he started licking at her cunt once more, thinking that this was the action expected of him.

"No. Come. Here!" Sandi said sharply and patted her chest.

This was a clear signal that he knew well, having been carefully and patiently trained by his mistress. He padded forward, his feet on either side of Sandi's body. He dipped his. head and affectionately licked at her face with a long slurping motion that made her giggle with delight. He knew the sound was a happy one and repeated the motion with his tongue.

"Okay, stop it," Sandi b u b b 1 e d between spasms of laughter.

Appreciating his efforts to make her happy, Sandi took the great, noble head between her hands, and stroked it while holding it away from her face. The interlude was a brief one, and her urgent need again reasserted itself in the center of her loins. Pushing her hips higher off the carpeted floor, Sandi felt the wet end of Eric's prick as it jabbed against the soft folds of her belly. Reaching down quickly with one hand, she curled her fingers around the thick pink shaft and pulled it straight, positioning it at the entrance to her open cunt. She was wet and ready.

"Come on, Eric, fuck me. Fuck mommy," she urged as she guided the cock which she held in her hand forward and into the entrance of her pussy. She squirmed and thrust her hips until she was able to lodge the tip in the very entrance of her sex. "Fuck, Eric, fuck me," she commanded and thrust herself upward still higher.

Panting, Eric felt the head of his prick meet the wetness of her cunt and slide into the opening that she was pushing hard against him. As the result of his long training with Sandi, he knew what he was now expected to do, and since it gave him great pleasure, he responded fully, lunging forward with his hips. Fully aroused, his cock was sliding out to its full and hardened length; the giant ball in its center was filling so that they would be locked together until he spurted out his come into her body.

"That's it, baby, give it to me, push, Eric, push hard," she moaned as she felt the hard cock push aside her tender tissue and invade her body to the very depths of her soul.

Sandi moved her body sensuously against the hard muscles of Eric's belly, pushing her cunt hard and tight against his throbbing prick. Her hips rotated as he slid the length of his organ in and out of the slit of love that split her body at the juncture of her thighs. Her juices were running freely, mingling with his and paving the way for his deeper and quicker intrusion into her body. Her cunt was stretched wide by the position of her legs and the thickness of his prick as he attempted in his animalistic method to penetrate her to the fullest.

Eric was stroking in and out naturally, in the manner that came most readily to him. He was responding now on his own level. He had been trained by nature to perform this action with any and all bitches that he was able to enter. That this particular orifice that his prick was plunging so readily in and out of was that of a human being made little difference to the feelings that were coursing up the length of his cock and along his hard belly. His rump was bent in an arch, his tail curled down, but not in the way. His position brought his member into the greatest possible contact with the hole that he was attempting to fill to the fullest. He felt the engorged ball in the center of his prick as it moved relentlessly in and out of the channel, but never leaving it. Panting with the effort to fuck as hard as he could, Eric, his breath now coming in hard gasps, pushed his cock as deep as he could before pulling out. His action was like a series of short hard jabs.

"Oh yeah! Hard, baby, hard as you can. Make it good for mommy," she wailed as the great dog pumped away at her body.

Thrusting her body in time to his, Sandi felt the surge and penetration of her cunt by his thick member. The great ball in its center was now swollen full and was pushing aside her inner tissues relentlessly as he labored over her prostrate body. Her legs wrapped themselves around his bowed back and she pulled and pushed trying to get more of him into her spasming cunt.

Crashing waves of heat passed up her cunt, exploded against the nub of flesh that marked her clit as that tender tissue was pulled and pushed by the in and out motion of the large knobby prick. Her belly contorted with the effort of her body to gain closer contact, to feel a deeper penetration. Her mouth hung open and slack as the great prick throbbed and jabbed its way in and out of her spasming cunt. She was in a heavenly ecstasy of feelings and sensations that covered her body with a dewy sweat. "Oh Christ! Fuck, baby, fuck," she finally gasped, her eyes clamped tightly shut in preparation for the explosion of colors that she knew would come with her orgasm.

Hearing the desperate cry of his beloved mistress, the noble beast increased his efforts. His own orgasm was getting nearer.

The rocking thrashing of her body was now aided by the motion of the train which was winding its way up a mountain gap and through a series of sharp switchbacks that tossed the cars suddenly from side to side.

Creeping up her body, Sandi could feel the searing tongues of white-hot flame that would soon break in waves over her. She sank toward the sensation, floating on the crest of the breaking waves of passion that engulfed her. Her breasts swelled with the heat of her body, filling with hot blood. Her nipples, raw and tender, pouted stiff and proud from the center of her swollen mounds. She wished that Eric would lick them with his tongue, but there was no way that she could tell him to do that. He would only be puzzled and it would spoil the whole scene.

"That's it, baby, just a little, just a little more," she urged as she jammed her hips against his hairy belly.

Harder and with greater force, Eric, at his mistress's bidding, pumped his great body against hers sending his cock deep into her. He could feel the come racing through his body and toward the hole at the head of his prick. It was started and he rammed at her cunt, the saliva dripping like a steady rain across her breasts. His tongue lolled and his breath came in short, sharp panting sounds from the depths of his chest.

Leaping before her eyes were the flames of passion and the waves of thrilling heat now undulated and pulsed over her entire body. She was in the beginning throes of her orgasm and she roared toward it with cunt-impaling jabs of her thrashing hips. As she rose on the orgiastic tide that overpowered her body, Sandi felt the first hot squirts of juice as Eric spasmed his come deep into the center of her body. His gushing orgasm sent her even higher and the heat increased at the very core of her being. He came in a steady stream, his hot juices splashing her vitals, soaking her inner organs and then running in a thick stream down the channel of her cunt and out of her wide-open hole to cover the tender lips, and fall in a slow steady stream down the crack of her ass until her anus was bathed and soaked in the thick fluid.

"Oh, fuck, oh fuck," was all she was capable of saying.

It seemed like an eternity before the vibrant colors that were flashing before her eyes started to subside, or the thick jet of come stopped flowing from the end of Eric's cock. The first thing Sandi was fully conscious of was the withering of the giant ball of flesh at the center of Eric's cock that had held them tightly together throughout their entire coupling. As it diminished, her beloved dog was able to slowly withdraw his withering member from her soaked cunt. He sat down, his chest heaving, tongue lolling, and then with a deep sigh, slumped to the floor and curled up, eyes closed.

"Really fucked out already!" she kidded, but not seriously.

Struggling to her feet, Sandi rubbed her sore buttocks and tried to smooth out the kinks in her legs and thighs. Looking at her crotch and the insides of her thighs she saw the ample evidence of her mating with her dog. The thick, creamy-like substance was still oozing from her pussy and sliding down her legs. She'd have to take a bath, but that thought only added to the pleasure of the afterglow of her sexual release.

Walking to the bathroom, she looked inside, and was discouraged to find that it contained only a small shower. She decided to do the best she could with what she had, pulled the curtain, and turned on the two faucets to let the water start running.

Outside the closed window of her compartment, the desert brush had given way to straight-trunked pine trees, standing a silent vigil next to the twin rails of steel that cut through the mountain passes like a giant long scar. The insistent clack of the rails was lulling and steady. The jerk and roll of the cars as they rounded tortuous curves and turns made walking the narrow companionways a treacherous undertaking for even the most sober and sure footed. But the train moved on, closing the distance between it and the brick station at the little sleepy hill town of San Mateo.

Standing under the hot spray of the shower, Sandi worked the thin bar of soap between her hands, building up a thick and foamy lather. She rubbed the softly scented soap over her shoulders, and then down her front. She took special care when she washed her breasts, turning away from the splashing water so that the soap would stick to her skin until she was ready to rinse it off.

Taking the globe of each breast in her hand, she moved the bar of soap in a small circle, starting at the outside and moving inward until she was passing the slick surface of the soap bar only across her nipple. Exulting in the slick sensuousness of the suds, she rubbed, kneaded, and fondled her breast and nipple until she was squirming fiercely in the stream of hot water.

Reluctantly she dropped the blood-filled breast from her soapy hands and turned her attention to the remaining mound. She repeated the process carefully, and then turned her body into the direct spray of the shower and let the soap run in small trickling rivers down her belly and legs.

As she rubbed the finely toned muscles of her belly, Sandi was aware of the nice warm feelings that were being transmitted to her crotch. However, she realized that this wasn't the time to get really turned on because her benefactor, Eric, was resting, and had already given her one of the best evenings that she had ever experienced. She wondered, as she idly washed her body, if a man could do the same thing for her, or whether she was condemned for life to be attracted just to Eric. It was then, as Sandi stood in the shower, the bar of soap in her hand leisurely passing up and down the parted lips of her pussy, that she realized that she would outlive Eric by many, many years. She had to face the prospect of finding a new dog after he was gone. But counting quickly, she determined that she had about twelve more years before she had to worry about that problem, and laughed at her unwarranted concern.

Dismissing the thought from her mind, Sandi returned to her own body. With one hand she held the thick, still tender lips of her cunt apart and passed the soap up and down the folded slit of her pussy. The soap, slick and wet, felt good as she rubbed its glistening surface over the still raised head of her clit. Chiding herself for being such an outright hedonist, Sandi splashed enough water into her crotch to make sure that all the soap had been thoroughly washed off, and then leaned over so that she could wash the insides of her thighs and lower legs.

Having completed this, she turned the water off and reached around the plastic shower curtain and groped for the large, thick towel that she had hung on the rack next to the door to the shower. Her hand closed over the nappy material of the towel, and she stepped out of the shower cubicle.

Stepping out of the steamy confines of the closet-like bathroom, Sandi stood in the center of the narrow, carpeted aisleway of the compartment. Wrapped in the big towel she patted her glowing pink flesh and let her mind wander over a variety of subjects-most of them sexual.

In particular, she wondered again how it would be to have a man for a lover. One group she thoroughly rejected out of hand were farmer types. She considered carefully what type of man would appeal to her, and she decided that she would probably be better off with an older, sophisticated man than she would be with a rash young lover. After all, she reasoned, an older man has more experience and could teach her all the sexual things that she was curious about, but yet would be gentle and have some regard for her feelings.

Making a clear mental note of the kind of man that she wanted, she opened her suitcase and removed a thick dressing gown. Zipping it up, she turned to the door of the compartment, pulled back the bolt and rang for the night porter to make up the bed.

As she waited, Sandi fantasized that perhaps in the town of San Mateo, filled with writers and artists, she could find one man who would fill all her needs, or at the very least most of them.

Jerked back to reality by the incessant knocking at the door, Sandi turned and pulled it open to admit the middle-aged porter in the crispy white jacket. As the man went about his duties of pulling open the bed, which during the daytime served as the long seat along one side of the compartment, and turning down the blankets and starched, white sheets, Sandi went on with her private thoughts.

When he had finished, he muttered something in Spanish, which, of course, Sandi did not understand, and hurried out of the room to take care of other travelers who were also getting ready for bed.

Snapping on the reading light next to her bed, Sandi shrugged her way out of the thick robe. She always slept naked, and wearily, but with a relaxed attitude, climbed between the sheets. She opened a book she was trying to finish, and idly let her hand trail over the side of the bed to stroke Eric's massive head. He was still curled up in the middle of the floor, and he yawned and stretched when she touched him.

Not really seeing the words on the printed page, Sandi created a picture of the man she would meet in San Mateo, or possibly even sooner, on the train perhaps. She made a mental note to take a walk through the first-class cars just to see with whom she was traveling. In particular, she wanted to get a look at that wild bunch next door who had triggered her off this evening.

With these things firmly in her mind, Sandi reached up, switched off the little light, gave Eric a final good-night pat on the head, and rolled over on her side, pulling up the covers around her shoulders.

Outside, on the other side of the drawn curtain to Sandi's compartment, the train moved by a dimly lit village. Only one person saw the passage of the train, and he looked with distaste at the flashing coaches and then pulled up his tattered blanket and shifted his back against the bricks of the station building and closed his eyes. Trains were for the rich; feet for the poor.

CHAPTER FOUR

Flipping open the green-lined, yellow leaves of his legal pad, Jim Hayes stared down at the blank page in front of him and tried to clear the alcoholic haze from his mind. The blunt tip of his soft-leaded, brown copy pencil was poised over the straight lines of the pad, but his hand refused to move.

His head rolled from side to side as the train jostled itself around a corner and then clacked its way down the long ribbon of steel track. Crap, he thought, why fight it? His head was a muddled mass of screaming nerve ends, all hammering against each other. He had spent most of last night in the club car drinking, trying to convince himself that the wild escapade he had embarked upon was the right one. He had staggered back to his compartment confirmed in his belief and had flopped into the narrow bed happily believing that he was about to become one of America's up and coming novelists.

At this moment, however, that conviction did not seem too realistic. Slamming closed the lined tablet with a look of disgust, Jim Hayes rose from his seat, and walked into the small bathroom, fished around in his pocket until he found the paper envelope containing his aspirin, and after opening the small paper rectangle, popped one in his mouth and washed it down with a glass of water. "Probably get turista, or some other unique Mexican disease," he said to the reflection which stared back at him from the mirror on the wall.

Shrugging his shoulders, Hayes pushed his way out of the bathroom, closing the door so that he could open the door of his compartment and step into the companionway. He had to think, and the confining space of his compartment was not what he needed to set his head on straight.

Looking out through the wide window of the companionway, Jim Hayes reflected on the circumstances that had led up to his trip to San Mateo. He clicked them off in his mind: college degree in literature, a marriage that didn't work, a job on the only daily paper in the state capitol of his home state, and a damn good story written, one that had promised to further his journalistic career. Bastards! he shouted in his mind.

He had been a good reporter, doing his job well and working steadily toward a spot on a bigger paper, but he wanted to prove to himself that he really had it. Then it happened. A once in a lifetime opportunity. He had followed one obscure lead, something that all the other reporters had passed over in covering a State Land Commission meeting. After weeks of digging, Jim had learned that one of the commission members was taking graft under the table for favorable votes on land decisions. He had written his story, fully documented, and presented it to his editor. He had expected that the shit would hit the fan and it did, right around his head. He was called to the publisher's office, thanked for doing a good job, and then told that since many of the men named in his story were large advertisers in the paper, that the story would not be printed.

Jim Hayes had taken his lumps, but resolved that as soon as he could make the, break he would leave the paper and strike out on his own, and write the novel that he had always wanted to write. After a great deal of thought and soul searching, he had decided to travel to San Mateo in Mexico, a writers' and artists' colony. Here the living was cheap and the atmosphere conducive to creative ventures.

Thinking about his past, Jim Hayes realized that he hadn't really experienced life enough to write effectively about it. That was the answer he sought in San Mateo: the experiences of life. He wanted to do and see everything. The sky was the limit. His purpose now reaffirmed, Jim pushed away from the window against which he had been leaning.

"Ouch! 'Hey, man, watch where the hell you're going!" The voice was young.

Jim whirled around, stumbling to the side to get his weight off the foot he had inadvertently stepped upon. "Sorry," he mumbled as he regained his balance. "Wasn't thinking about what I was doing."

"You can say that again! You looked really spaced," the girl in front of him said as she lifted her booted foot and rubbed her toe.

Christ! What a good-looking broad, Jim thought as he let his eyes roam freely over Suzanne Olsen's full and youthful figure. His gaze was hungry and he made no bones about undressing her with his eyes. "Does it hurt very much?" he asked lamely when he saw that she was looking at his frank stare.

"My foot's felt better," Suzanne replied with just a trace of sarcasm in her voice. Being uninhibited, she looked over his strong frame with the same honesty with which he had looked at her body hidden under its layer of clothing.

Searching for something to keep the conversation going and stay in contact with the girl in front of him, Jim asked hopefully, "Could I buy you a drink in the club car? Maybe that would help your foot."

"I don't drink," she said honestly, "It's a bummer."

His mind raced and then he blurted, "Then come on into my compartment and sit down for awhile. That'll take the weight off your foot."

Suzanne looked at him frankly, her clear eyes trying to size up the invitation. He was a good-looking guy, a little old maybe, but then he should be interesting to talk to if he's been around a lot. Putting together the possibilities in her head, she decided that she had nothing to lose. "Okay."

The questioning frown that he wore on his face disappeared with her acceptance, and was replaced by a broad smile. He knew that he always looked better when he smiled, but recently he'd had very little to smile about. "My name's Jim Hayes," he said as he pulled open the door to his compartment and stood aside to let her pass into the small room.

"Suzanne Olsen," she said noncommittally. "Sit down and make yourself comfortable," Jim said as he pulled the door closed.

"Where you going?" she asked as Jim settled himself next to her on the seat.

"San Mateo. How about you?" he countered.

"Same place. How about that; we're going to the same place," she said with a note of surprise in her voice.

"Yeah. You going to be at the institute? I hear it's really pretty good," Jim said, glad that they had found something that they could talk about.

"I don't think so. Maybe, after I'm there for awhile."

"Oh, I thought you might be an art student," he said, trying to hide his disappointment.

"Why?" she fenced, trying to put him on the defensive.

"Oh, no reason. Just trying find out where you're at," Jim countered.

Their eyes met in the silence that followed and locked. Suzanne was aware of the current that passed between them. She was getting the vibes that this guy would like to ball her. She thought about it, and came to the conclusion, why not. It was a statement, not a question.

"What are you going to San Mateo for?" she asked, now that she had made up her mind as to her course of action.

"Going to write a book. A novel."

"That's interesting," she said with a smile, "What's it going to be about?"

"About a man that destroys himself in his search for true love," Jim said, looking frankly at her young face.

"Groovy, if he knows what he's looking for," she said, returning his look and trying to read its meaning.

"That's what it's all about," Jim said. “That's what the character in the book is trying find out, and in the process of making that determination he destroys not only himself, but also the only woman that truly loved him."

"It sounds like it will be a sad story," she said.

"Basically, it will be exciting because of the different experiences he has in the search for the ultimate in love, or at least, for a clear definition of love."

"Does he ball a lot of women?" she asked turning the conversation to things that she could understand a little better than abstract ideas.

"Well, yeah," Jim said a bit defensively, "He'd have to, in order to put physical love and emotional love in the proper perspective."

"Have you balled a lot of women?" she frankly asked.

"Well, sure. I mean, I've probably had my fair share," Jim said, a little confused by the candor that this young girl used with an almost perfect stranger. "Why do you want to know?" he countered, attempting to take the initiative and turn the conversation to his advantage.

"I just wondered whether you were any good in bed, that's all," Suzanne shot back.

"There's only one real way to know," Jim said, feeling the blood rising in his head.

"What's that?" Suzanne said flatly.

"Go to bed with me,"

"Okay."

"When?" he questioned, a lump of fear rising in his throat. Christ, he didn't know what this kinky little chick was going to say next.

"What's the matter with right now?"

Jim Hayes looked at the girl sitting in the seat next to him as if he hadn't heard her reply. When he had asked her, he had been partly joking, just making with bantering conversation, but she had seriously accepted his offer, and didn't seemed concerned that they hardly knew one another, had not discussed backgrounds or anything that he was accustomed to doing with girls that he was trying to seduce. In this case he wasn't even sure who was being seduced, him or her.

"Well, you got a hang-up on sex or something?"

"Hell no," Jim said with all the conviction that he could muster.

"Then why are you biting your lip?"

"Fuck you!" he flared.

"Isn't that the idea?" Suzanne said dryly. Jim jumped to his feet and hurried to the door of his compartment and shot the bolt. Turning, he saw that Suzanne was leaning over, unconcernedly unzipping her knee-high boots and pulling them off her long, shapely legs. He had wanted all the experiences that life could offer, and now he was getting them, he thought. A chilling shiver of fear ran through him as he thought that maybe, just maybe, this young girl was far more sexually sophisticated than he was. He'd exaggerated a little when he told her that he had had affairs with a multitude of women. He figured that he could hold his own, but then he had never encountered anyone like Suzanne before either and he was very unsure of his ground. He decided to bluff.

Suzanne looked up after discarding her boots and glanced at the flushed face of Jim Hayes as he pulled his short-sleeved sport shirt out from under the waistband of his straight, establishment-type pants. Maybe she had made a mistake in picking this older man as her first lover other than her brother and mother. Was he really one of those hung-up establishment types? Her young mind mused on that for a moment, and then she remembered that he had told her that he was a writer and she felt better.

Unbuttoning his shirt and trying to look cool and slightly disinterested, as if he had done this sort of thing every day of his life, Jim watched as Suzanne stood up after taking off her boots, and pulled her simple white peasant blouse with short puffy sleeves from the top of her light green mini-skirt. She was standing directly in front of the window and the slanting rays of the afternoon sun silhouetted her figure under the thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra. Her rounded, full breasts flattened slightly as she lifted her arms to pull the blouse over her head. She leaned over as she pulled the cloth free and Jim stared with admiration and a feeling of luck as he watched her twin globes swinging freely beneath her slightly inclined body. He promised himself that he was going to pull out all the stops with this chick and fuck like he had never fucked before.

Dropping her blouse on the seat, Suzanne turned to face Jim and smiled when she caught him looking hungrily at her half-exposed body. Her shou1ders squared and lifted as she proudly thrust her breasts out to let him get the full effect of her rounded fullness. She was proud of her body and wanted other people to appreciate it as much as she did.

By comparison, she looked at the body of the man standing in front of her. His muscles were hard under a layer of fat, but he wasn't unpleasantly fat, she thought; a little exercise ought to firm him right up. The chest was well-muscled and wide, tapering to a narrow waist. He was unbuckling his belt and undoing the snap at the top of his pants. As she watched, he turned and sat on the seat. He leaned over and untied the laces of his shoes and pulled them off. His socks followed.

"You have a nice body," Jim said, turning to Suzanne.

"That's what I've been told."

"Well, I'm telling you."

"You'd have a nice body if you'd get a little more exercise," Suzanne said frankly.

A chilling jolt of embarrassment shot through Jim's frame at the bluntness of the girl's remark. He started to get angry and then thought better of the idea. After all, he knew that what she had said was true, and she was apparently a person who didn't follow the normal rules, and therefore said what she thought. "You're right," he said in reply, "sitting behind a typewriter for most of the day does puff one out a bit."

"Right on."

Pushing down his pants, Jim ignored the girl while he concentrated on getting his legs out of his pants. When he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of his shorts he became painfully aware that his penis was hard, pushing against the front of his jockey shorts. Taking a deep breath, he pushed them down and stepped out of them. There was nothing that he could do to hide his rampant condition.

"It looks nice," Suzanne said as she stretched out along the length of the seat.

"What?"

"Your prick looks nice when it's hard," she answered.

"Thanks," was his only comment as he quickly sat down on the seat next to her.

"How do you want to do it?" she asked pointblank.

Caught short and without a ready answer, Jim said nothing, but merely sat and looked at the strange girl lying naked on the narrow seat next to him. He hadn't really thought about the mechanics of coupling. "Just leave that to me," he replied lamely.

"Okay, do your own thing," she said, folding her hands across her flat belly, waiting until he took the lead.

Reaching over, Jim took her hands in his. "You're a very special kind of girl. Do you just hop into bed with every man that you meet on a train?"

"I don't know," Suzanne teased, "This is my first train trip." She squeezed his hand and felt the pressure returned. She was getting that itchy feeling in the center of her crotch again, but this time it was more intense than when she and Robert started to fuck. Maybe it would really be different with another man, she thought.

"Well, I'm glad you decided to let me make love to you even if it is your first train trip," Jim said, lifting her hands to his lips and kissing her fingers. He placed her hands on his shoulders and braced his body with his hands on either side of her shoulders.

"That's a funny way to put it," she said, sliding her hands around his neck.

"What?"

"Make love."

“Why?”

"I don't know. I just never thought of it that way. I thought we were going to fuck."

"Same thing sometimes," Jim said as he leaned close to her upturned face.

"Are you going to kiss me now?"

"I thought I might."

"Would you please stop thinking and just do it?"

Jim's lips meshed against hers, and he felt them open and her little tongue-tip flick out. He let his own lips part and his wide tongue inserted itself in her mouth, exploring and searching her sweet cavity. They dueled, tongue against tongue, letting the electric pulses of their bodies pass back and forth through this single connection. Jim, seeking to bring himself into closer contact with her young body, pushed his arms under her shoulders and lifted her until she was pressed tightly against his chest. He felt the heat of her breasts pressed against his and moved his body to stimulate them.

Circling her arms around Jim's neck, Suzanne pulled his head closer to her own so that she could feel more of his thrusting tongue as it darted in and out of her mouth. The fires were slowly building in her womanhood, sending little waves of pleasure to the center of her crotch. She could feel the interior organs of her body fold and expand as they prepared for the invasion of Jim's cock when he made it. Suzanne thought it was nice to take one's time for a change. Robert and her mother were always in such a hurry that she hardly had time to get ready before someone was shoving a cock or a pussy into her face to be sucked or licked. This was slower, and nicer. She was glad she had decided to let this strange man have her body. If this was making love, she liked it. She felt him. lift her and press his chest against her and moved her breasts so that they rubbed back and forth across the broad expanse of his chest. Running his hands up and down Suzanne's back and flanks Jim wondered what he should do next. He'd just do what the occasion seemed to call for, he thought and reluctantly pulled his lips away from hers so that he could get his breath.

"Nice," he mumbled in her ear.

"Mmm," was her only reply.

Kissing her on the neck, Jim started moving his head, letting his lips fall here and there on her upper body. He kissed her neck, letting his tongue make small trails across the expanse of her clear skin. Sucking her earlobes into his mouth, he flicked the delicate fleshy pads with the tip of his tongue and was rewarded by deep sighs from Suzanne.

Pulling herself closer to his body, Suzanne wound her fingers in the hair at the back of his head and pulled and tugged at it. Letting his hair slide between her fingers, she let her hands pass over the muscles of his shoulders and then down his back. Holding herself close to him with her arm clamped tightly around his neck, she let the other hand stroke his side and run over the narrow indentation of his hip, and then around to cup one cheek of his ass. She squeezed and kneaded the hard flesh, and he increased the ardor of his kisses.

Dropping his head, Jim laved at the delicate pink skin that stretched across Suzanne's upper chest, and then moved his body so that he could fasten his lips to one of her full, round breasts. Jim caught the faint scent of her bath soap still clinging softly to her skin. He lapped at the valley between the firm mounds, and using his tongue as a wet plough, he started making furrows of sensation across her skin. His body throbbed and pulsed with hot energy as he let his tongue pass back and forth over her nubile tits. Looking from under hooded eyes, Jim could see that the pink points of her nipples were rising from their light brown centers. Pulling his head back, Jim lunged at one and caught it between his teeth, causing a delightful squeal to ripple from Suzanne's lips.

Almost gaily, she tossed her head from side to side and pushed more of her fresh young breast into his mouth to feel the hot rasp of his tongue as it passed back and forth over the heated tip of her nipple. Turning, Suzanne groped with her free hand until she was able to curl her fingers around the solid pole of flesh that thrust itself mightily from between Jim's strong thighs. With her well-trained fingers she measured the thickness and length of his member. She didn't find it much different than Robert's hard prick. Slowly, she pulled the loose skin of Jim's cock up and down the hard core of his staff. Her thumb brushed back and forth over the head. For some unknown reason, Suzanne wanted to suck him, to feel his hardness filling her mouth. She knew that Robert liked this very much, and she correctly assumed that nearly all men liked to have their cocks sucked. Readjusting his position to give Suzanne's hand greater freedom to stimulate him, Jim let his hands slide around her body until he was able to grip one breast in both hands; squeezing the resilient flesh, he forced the nipple upward into his mouth, his tongue working furiously on the pink-crested tip. He wondered if he should kiss her between the legs. He knew that there were many women that enjoyed this type of lovemaking but he wasn't sure whether Suzanne was one of them. He'd play it by ear – or tongue.

Wishing to indulge her own desires, Suzanne raised her. body slightly and looked down at Jim's head as he slowly and expertly sucked at her breasts. "Sit up here," she said, pulling at the hair on his head to direct him to the position on the seat that she wanted.

"What's the matter?" he asked, a worried frown creasing his forehead.

"Nothing; I want to do you."

"Oh," he said, not really knowing what she meant.

"Lean back and take a little rest," Suzanne ordered, pushing against his shoulder until he was reclining on the seat with his legs stretched out in front of him.

Sliding off the seat with a soft, sinuous catlike movement, Suzanne knelt on the carpeted floor of the compartment between Jim's outstretched legs. Running her hands up the tops of his strong thighs, she forced them further apart to give herself the room that she needed. Her soft palms caressed the round curve of his hips and passed back and forth over the tight muscles of his belly. She felt him stir under her caress, and looked up sharply, "Just relax and enjoy. I want to do it."

Jim sank back against the cushion and let himself flow with the feeling of complete sensual abandonment that flooded over his strong frame. He was amazed at her complete animal like sexuality and hedonistic attitude. She was completely uninhibited in her actions. He felt her soft breath on the head of his cock and knew that she was about to suck him. His own salivary glands began to secrete juices in anticipation of the moment when his own lips would encompass her sexual parts.

"That's better," she said and returned to her caressing of his thighs and belly. As her hands moved over the surface of his skin, she drew them toward the juncture of his thighs, and gently but firmly grasped the fleshy pole that throbbed hotly in front of her eyes. The urge to suck him into her mouth was insistently compelling and she moved to indulge herself. Cupping his wrinkled sack in one hand, Suzanne held his stiff prick upright with the other. The head was swollen, with the skin on the purplish knob stretched tight. It pulsed with the blood that was being pumped into it by his beating heart. She wanted to feel it throb hotly against the roof of her mouth, and leaned forward, her lips parting.

Her tongue flicked out and swirled around the purple head, covering it with a thin layer of. moisture. Fluttering her tongue, Suzanne tickled the very top of his cock, letting the tip of her tongue insert itself into the little slitted gash that marked the very apex of his prick. He tastes good, she thought, as she let her tongue lick down the entire length of him. Raising her head, Suzanne opened her lips wider and dropping her face toward his belly, let the head of his cock enter her mouth, his thickness stretching her lips and forcing her jaws to open wider to accommodate his penile girth.

"Oh yeah!" Jim breathed between his clenched teeth as he looked down at the descending head of the girl who was kneeling between his legs and applying her wet mouth to his prick.

Hearing his muffled encouragement, Suzanne let her compressed lips slide down the entire shaft until his cock was totally embedded in her mouth. Taking a deep breath, Suzanne drew her cheeks inward, hollowing them with sucking pressure. Slowly, she lifted her head, keeping the sucking pressure even and steady on his fleshy member. As her mouth slid upward along the pole of his cock she started making small circles with her head, twirling the prick in her mouth so that the head rubbed against all the sensitive surfaces of her inner mouth. He was delicious. She never remembered getting so much pleasure out of sucking Robert's prick; somehow this was different.

Not stopping until she held only the purple tipped head of his prick between her lips, Suzanne now started to apply pressure with the flat side of her tongue, letting it move rasp-like across the tender underside surfaces of his cock just below the blood-engorged head. Starting slowly, Suzanne steadily increased the speed with which she let her tongue pass back and forth over his cock.

"That's it. Christ, suck it baby, suck it good," Jim blurted out in his sensuous delight as his hands went to her head and his fingers entwined themselves in her hair. She knew how to suck a man like no other woman he had ever met! This was it; what he was looking for, the experiences of life in all their raw and delightful projections. He could feel the life's blood of his body running hot through his entire system; his body was alive with sensuous feelings, and the blood seemed to be centering its heavy liquidity in the center of his loins. It pumped with steady pulsations into the stem of his cock at its root and then surged upward to explode against the stretched-tight tissue of his prick's head.

Pressing her tongue tightly against the flesh of his cock, Suzanne started bobbing her head up and down, forcing her lips to course over the full length of his staff in a lingual imitation of sexual congress. She felt his hips start to rise and fall in time with her head and wondered if he was about to come, to fill her mouth with his hot seed. She really didn't care whether he did or not, but she was getting an empty, itchy feeling in her cunt that would sooner or later have to be filled with his hot meat and she didn't want him to expend himself if he could not recover in time to provide her with the release that her body was starting to demand. She raised her head from his wet and throbbing cock, and looked up into his face. His head was thrown back against the cushion, his eyes closed.

"If you come in my mouth, can you still keep it hard if I keep sucking you?" she asked simply, in a low voice. The sudden cessation of pleasurable feelings on his prick and the soft sound of her voice snapped Jim Hayes' eyes wide open, and he looked down at her, releasing his entwined grip on her hair. "I think so, but can't we do it together?" he asked, reaching down and placing his hands on her shoulders and lifting her to his side.

"If you'd like that better," she said.

"Making love is a two-way proposition," he said simply as he pushed her down on the seat and stretched her out along its length.

Climbing onto the seat, he straddled her body with his knees on either side of her shoulders. Stretching out his body, Jim parted her thighs as wide as possible and dropped his head into the vee they created. As his lips meshed with the curly hair of her pubic mound, his hips moved down and he felt her fingers curl around his root and pull the head toward her face. Tingling vibrations of pleasure started to ripple across the skin of Suzanne's crotch as she felt Jim's tongue plough through the curled hair surrounding her pussy. His tongue was searching for her cunt lips, and she raised her hips to meet it, letting her thighs fall further apart to give his head all the room that he would need.

Holding his cock steady in her small hand, she lifted her head and let her mouth engulf him again, sucking at the root of his prick like it was a piece of Christmas candy cane. His hips arched downward, forcing more of his meat into her mouth. She took it gladly and lashed at it with her tongue, trying to give him the greatest amount of pleasure that she could. She felt him throb and pulse within her lingual grasp and sucked hard at the fleshy pole that was buried to the hilt between her lips. Tossing her head from side to side, she tried to apply her tongue to every possible surface of his meat. A jolt of intense feeling bolted through her body starting at her cunt and roamed with wild abandon over her tingling skin surfaces.

Finding the tightly clamped lips of her cunt, Jim inserted his tongue at the very tip of the groove of her sex and forced it to part the petals of her cunt lips as he slid it down the gap. Her hips jerked under his caress and he felt them lift and push more of her moistening cunt meat into his mouth. His tongue's stroke cleaved her from clit to anus, and in a moment of sensual inspiration he let his tongue dart into the rubbery ring of her anus and he fluttered the tip. His efforts were rewarded with a belly-contorting wriggle of her hips as she let her body surge against his.

Retreating for a moment, Jim let his tongue dip into the entrance of her cunt and felt the muscles which lined her pussy channel contract and attempt to hold his lingual extension fast in their grasp. Pulling out, Jim forced the tip upward until he encountered the small knob that marked her clit, the very center of her sexual being. It was just starting to rise from between the wrinkled folds of her cunt lips. The tip was sweet to the taste and he let his tongue play lightly over this surface. Her hips jerked again as she pushed her sex at his tongue with a brutal lunge.

Suzanne was beside herself with pleasure. She was so excited that she almost forgot and bit down hard on his prick. Instead, she caught herself and confined her activity to gently nibbling at the coronal ring of his cock as he pushed his prick in and out of her sucking mouth. Hot flashes of fire ran up and down her spine as Jim lashed at her clit with his tongue. She tried to match the intensity of his licking with the fierceness of her sucking of his cock and pulled hard at the root, hollowing her cheeks deeply inward with the effort. Hitting upon a way to give him even greater and more erotic pleasure, Suzanne pulled her head back and let his succulent cock slip from the heated confines of her mouth. Holding it against his belly and out of her way, she turned her head, and straining, raised her face until she was able to let her lips surround one of the walnut-shaped globes that hung encased in the wrinkled sack that was suspended between his thighs. She rolled the small ball around in her mouth, and then dropped it and shifted her lips to the other one. She was sucking his balls one by one, and his reaction was swift and immediate.

Almost feeling the come in his balls bubble with new heat, Jim abandoned himself to the pleasure that Suzanne was giving him with her mouth. He loosened his grip on the swollen bud of her clit and rammed forward with his head. His tongue, pointed and stiff, jabbed at the tight ring of her anus. He coated the rubbery ring with his spit until it was slick and soaked. Jabbing harder, he felt the tip insert itself in the opening of her nether hole. Jim had surprised himself because he would have never believed that he was capable of this. Her asshole spasmed and then opened slightly, allowing more of his tongue to slide into her rectal channel. Jim felt her buttocks squirming beneath him, and then felt her thighs pull back and fold tight against her shoulders so that her rear hole was completely exposed to his tongue's intrusion. Her body was writhing beneath him and she was pushing her body upward to impale herself on his thrusting tongue.

The thrill of his tongue forcing its way into her rectum took Suzanne by surprise, a happy surprise, and she folded her body to give him the freedom of movement that he needed. In her excitement, she had let his balls slip from her mouth, and now she reinserted his cock between her sucking lips and drew on it as hard as she could. Holding his balls with one hand while she sucked and licked at him, Suzanne circled his waist with her other arm, and with her fingers felt for the cleft of his ass. After finding the twin globes of his buttocks, she ran her hand down the parted crack until her fingers encountered the puckered ring of his anus. With her middle finger, she prodded at the tight clenched opening. She was experimenting and hoped he liked what she was about to do to his body.

Straining, she pushed her finger tighter against his anal ring. The tip of her finger penetrated to the first joint, and she moved it in a small circle attempting to get the tight ring to relax so that she could insert more of her finger into his anus and fill his narrowly clamped rectal channel.

Now being stimulated at two separate points, Jim was tossed by opposing forces of passion. The idea of being penetrated anally had never really appealed to him, but then he had never thought of it in this particular context. And, much to his surprise, he had never before dreamed that he would be penetrating a girl's anus with his tongue, and enjoying it thoroughly. Working his tongue in and out of her nether hole, he idly wondered what it would feel like to shove his prick into the same hole. Suzanne was obviously a sexual sophisticate, so she must have already had this experience and would be honest enough to tell him if she didn't like it.

Firmly resolved to experience everything that life had to offer, Jim relaxed his anal sphincter and reared back against her probing finger and felt the digit fill his rectal channel. As her finger buried itself in his body, he nearly came with the erotic feeling that this sent spasming through his system.

His tongue worked more furiously, trying to widen and expand his initial breach. He felt the muscles give way and allow his tongue greater freedom within the warm channel of her asshole. In and out he plunged now with his tongue, trying to give her every erotic feeling possible.

Squirming with delight, Suzanne wondered if Jim would want to put his rampaging prick into her nether hole, or whether he would be satisfied to just fuck her in the regular way. She knew that people fucked this way because her mother had told her of how Robert had taken her that way last night and what a pleasurable orgasm she had when he rammed his long cock into her asshole. The erotic thoughts that this conjured up for the young Suzanne created an empty itchy feeling deep in her cunt, and she knew that she was ready to have his cock inside her. In fact, she not only wanted it, she just had to have it. Pulling her sucking mouth away from his prick, and slowly removing her finger from his asshole, she let her head fall back to the narrow seat.

"Come inside me. Please, come inside me now," she almost pleaded in a small, little girl voice.

With a final sweeping lick of his tongue, Jim raised his head, and kissed his way up her belly, turning his body around on the seat so that his head was placed next to hers. He kissed her gently on the lips and she responded by letting her little tongue flick out teasingly. However, her body wasn't teasing when she thrust it against his hardness, rubbing and massaging the length of it with her soft belly.

Suzanne was about to explode if he didn't insert his cock into her cunt and pump away hard. She was close to coming and wanted to go over the brink before she lost it and slid off the high plateau on which she now found herself.

"Please put it in. Please fuck me," she asked plaintively.

"How do you want it?" Jim asked, knowing that he would get an honest answer.

"In my cunt. Put your cock in my pussy and fuck me. After that you can do whatever you want, but please, please hurry," she blurted.

Raising his hips, Jim started to reach for his ramrod-stiff cock to guide it to her entrance, when Suzanne brushed his hand away and, gripping his prick, brought it to the tight channel of her sex, and then with an urgent lunge, jabbed her hips upward. She impaled herself on his cock. Jim sank down, his hips thrusting forward to meet hers. Their bellies splatted together with a wet sound and they retreated, only to come together again with greater force.

Her cunt muscles spasmed as they stretched to accommodate Jim's thick member. She was pumping her hips against him as hard as she could, her thighs still pulled back, her knees spread wide. Suzanne felt as if her cunt were being torn asunder when Jim first plunged into her depths. His rock-hard cock slammed against the back of her cuntal channel with every stroke, and she rose to meet him, wanting the terrible stretching sensation that he was submitting her to as he ripped in and out of her body.

Small mewing sounds of pleasure gurgled deep in her throat as she buried her lips against the hard muscles of his shoulder, her teeth biting at the thick skin. To bring her hips closer to his body, Suzanne wrapped her legs around his waist, locking them in place by crossing her ankles at the small of his back. She pulled her body up and down, letting his cock rip in and out of her cunt, its veined length bumping delightfully over the bloated knob of her extended clit.

"Oh, Christ, you feel good. So fucking good!" Jim grunted as he ground against her body and felt his cock sink into her body to the hilt.

He had been subjected to so much sensuality that he was numb, and he was fully confident that he could fuck her like this for hours. His cock felt full and warm, but wasn't throbbing urgently with the warning of approaching orgasm. He slid easily in and out of her cunt, which gripped and pulled at his staff like a tight glove. He had never had a woman like this before in his life, and he wanted to enjoy her body to the fullest while giving her all the pleasure of which he was capable.

He moved his hips from side to side as he plunged in and out of her body. At one point, he stopped when his cock was buried in the very depths of her, and started rotating his hips in the very depths of her, and started rotating his hips in a small circle so that the head of his cock pushed and expanded the end of her love tunnel. She silently urged him to continue his steady stroking in and out of her cunt by pounding on his back with her tiny heels, and thrusting her hips hard against his belly forcing him to withdraw. Jim, anxious to please her in every way, plunged on and stabbed his hot cock into her hole once more, lengthening his strokes until he was ramming in and out of her like a steam-driven piston.

Bright sparks flashed before her eyes as Suzanne started to climb that final wall before she would be in paradise. She wanted to come; she could come again almost immediately if she wished, so she wasn't worried about how Jim would feel about it. She suspected, and correctly so, that he would be pleased and gratified that she had reached the peak of sexual excitement so quickly under his thrusting body.

The heat of her blood was intensifying and her pulse pounded in her ears. Waves of undulating heat passed over her entire body from her toes to the top of her head. She was coming and she rushed along toward it. A muted cry broke from the lips she had buried against Jim's muscular shoulder. Her hands gripped his arms, her nails digging into the flesh and leaving small blue-red crescents in their wake. Her heels pounded at his back and she continued to push her hips at his.

With his hip muscles straining to maintain the rapid pace of his thrustings, Jim pumped his cock into her body. He felt the undulating waves of contracting muscles along her cunt start gripping him rhythmically as he plunged and thrust at her. He knew that she must be having an orgasm and took pride in the fact. He wasn't ready himself, but it didn't matter; he enjoyed her pleasure. His head was buried in the seat next to her neck, his lips were fastened tightly to an earlobe which he chewed and licked with his teeth and tongue. From time to time, he would let his tongue dart into the delicate shell of her ear where he would swirl it around wetly. She was the best woman he had ever had, and he was proud of the fact that he had just made her come. He worked his hips harder.

"Oh fuck me; fuck me hard," she gasped after finally releasing the grip she had maintained so strongly on his shoulder.

Suzanne was hardly aware that she had spoken. Her body was on fire, her muscles were contorting with the pleasure of her orgasm. Higher and higher she rose, her body ebbing and flowing with tingling waves of sensuousness. Small trickles of sweat rolled in glistening trails down her forehead and over her face. Wet pools settled in the hollow of her thrusting breasts and her belly was a sopping mass which splatted and slurped against Jim's as he rammed his meat into her cunt.

Her loins were a single ball of white fire, sending flames racing and raging through the rest of her body. Bright spots of color broke before her tightly shut eyelids. They rolled toward her, broke, and splashed into tiny dots that raced around her head. Greens shone like waving grass in a wide field. Reds turned orange and wavered before solidifying into a single mass and spiraling into her brain.

She knew that she was riding the crest of her orgasm and she let her body flow with it, her mind open to the flooding sensations that rushed into it. Slowly, ever so slowly, she started to come down, and she let her entire body relax to enjoy the afterglow of her coming. Her legs unbent, her head dropped back to the seat, and she finally became aware of the sweat on her face.

Suzanne looked at Jim, who was still ripping his cock in and out of her pussy. His strokes were fast, but regular and even. He wasn't about to come, she thought.

"Can't you come?" she asked in a whisper. "Yeah, but not right now; I want to fuck you some more."

"I'm getting a little sore. Would you like me to suck you until you come, or would you like something else?" she asked, her lips pressing themselves against his ear.

Troubled thoughts clouded Jim's happy mind. How do you ask a girl to let you fuck her in the ass? he wondered. He determined that honesty was the best policy with this strange girl.

"I'd like to fuck you in the ass. Have you ever done that before?" he asked simply.

"If you want it, I'll do it, but you'll have to go slowly."

He was lying quietly on top of her body, his prick still buried in her depths. She had said yes and now he was committed. He had never done it before, but he wasn't sure whether she had, since she really hadn't answered his question.

"Would some lubricant help?" he questioned. Rising to his elbows, Jim started to pull his stiff prick from her dripping pussy, but she restrained him.

"Take it out slow. I want to feel you."

Pulling back his hips very slowly, Jim rose until the bloated head of his cock finally fell free of the tightness of her pussy. Swinging himself off the seat, he hurried to the small bathroom and fumbled in his shaving kit until his fingers found the small jar of Vaseline he carried for cuts and burns. He walked back to her, unscrewing the top.

"Let me do you," she said.

Handing her the jar, Jim stood in front of her, his cock jutting proudly away from his body. He was confident now, and proud of his accomplishment.

Dipping her fingers into the slick mass in the jar, Suzanne brought out a glob and then put the jar on the floor next to where Jim was standing. Holding his prick with one hand, she smoothed on the gooey mess with the other, watching as the heat of his cock melted it and it glistened with a slick sheen. She rubbed the jelly along the entire length of his prick and then wiped her hand on his leg with a little giggle.

"How about you?" he asked.

"Okay, if you want. How do you want me?" This was a perplexing question since Jim had never taken a woman this way before. He quickly thought about all the dirty pictures he had ever seen and then said with conviction, "On your hands and knees."

Obediently, Suzanne rolled over and got on all fours, with her buttocks facing him, and her head against the backrest of the seat. She spread her legs wide, and then almost as an afterthought, she reached behind with her hands and pulled apart the cheeks of her ass.

As her perfectly matched twin globes split under the pressure of her prying fingers, Jim looked down and saw the tightly clenched ring of her anus. Reaching down, he picked up the jar and dug out a dollop on his middle finger. Bending forward, Jim spread the jelly over the puckered ring of her asshole.

"It's cold," she said squirming.

Pushing the ball of his finger against the ring of her anus, he forced the tip into the cavity of her rectum up to the first joint and then waited for her to get used to the invasion. He pushed his finger in and out a few times, each time going a little deeper.

"Hurt?"

"No. Feels funny."

"Ready?"

"If you are," she said and braced herself for his thickness to expand the virgin channel of her rectum. She hoped that it would be as easy as her first time with Robert when he had invaded her cunt that very first night. Her cunt was still tingling with the fucking it had just undergone, and Suzanne hoped that getting fucked in the ass was as good as getting fucked in the cunt.

Maybe this was what he meant by making love. There was a difference in the way he did it compared to Robert. Jim was gentler. She wondered if all men were different and made up her mind that she would try to find out.

Pulling out his finger, Jim stepped forward, his hand gripping the hard shaft of his prick. He pointed the blunt head of his cock at the tight ring and shuffled forward until he could place it at the entrance to her rectum. He noticed that she was still holding the cheeks of her ass apart with her hands, the top of her head resting on the backrest of the seat.

Taking his time and moving slowly, Jim pushed the bloated head of his prick against the dark ring and then leaned forward, applying pressure along the shaft of his cock. Nothing happened, and he started to worry that it wouldn't work, He pressed forward a little harder, feeling the tight resistance against the head of his cock. He looked down the crack of her ass at the stiff pole of his prick. It bent a little under the steady pressure he was applying with the forward thrust of his hips and Jim saw the tender tissue of her anus bend inward. He pushed a little harder, and the head of his cock started to disappear into her rectal channel.

“Oh!”

"Does it hurt? Should I take it out?" Jim asked, frozen stiff in his position by her outcry.

"No. Keep going, but just give me a little time to get used to it. It feels so big and I'm all stretched out." Actually, Suzanne felt as if he were trying to push a telephone pole up her ass. She felt the tissues of her asshole stretch wide as he attempted to get his ramrod stiff prick lodged in her rectum.

After waiting for a moment, Jim started to move forward once more, and he watched in fascination as the shaft of his cock followed the purple head in disappearing into her nether hole. When he was halfway into her asshole, he stopped. "Okay?"

"Yeah, but go slow, please. I'll get used to it."

That she had never done this before now became clear to Jim, and he had a compulsion to remove his prick from her rectal channel.

"It makes me feel all tingly and warm inside,". she said suddenly.

Before Jim could respond, he felt her starting to push back against the thick member that was embedded in her rear. She was trying to get it inside all by herself. Putting both hands on her hips, Jim renewed the pressure and watched his cock disappear into her asshole.

A strange, warm, filled sensation was passing up and down the stretched tissue of her rectum. Suzanne wanted to have her entire channel filled with his meat. The warmth was spread to her cunt, which spasmed and tingled in sympathy with the feelings that were running the length of her asshole. Gritting her teeth, Suzanne spread the cheeks of her ass a little wider with her fingers and pushed back a little harder, meeting his forward thrust. He was sliding in easier now and the feelings that were churning her insides were becoming more intense.

Sliding his hands up her body, Jim reached under her torso and let his fingers curl around the hanging globes of her breasts. He was almost buried to the hilt in her asshole and he had never before in his life experienced anything as erotic as this. Her rectal muscles gripped him tighter than any cunt he had ever invaded. His belly finally bumped softly against the stretched cheeks of her ass. He stopped and waited until she could become accustomed to the feeling of his width in her rectum.

Breathing heavily, Suzanne was ready to have him take her and bring her to the delightful brink of orgasm once more. His meat filled her rectum and she was surprised, but she liked it. She felt filled for the first time in her young life, and the sensations were being transmitted to her cunt as well. Her whole body was being used and she loved it. Jim was squeezing and kneading her breasts, his fingers plucking at the tender tips of her nipples. She wanted him to fuck her ass and she didn't want to wait.

"Oh, Christ! It's good, really good. Fuck me, Jim, fuck me slow and good," she urged and started to pull her body away from his.

With his prick alive with sensations, Jim pulled his stiff rod out of her until it was only buried halfway in her nether hole and then started forward with a sure even stroke. He knew that he wouldn't be able to last long with all the pleasure her asshole was giving him, and he worked his cock faster and faster and he tried to hold his emotions in check for as long as possible.

Suzanne was moving her body in time with his, rising higher and higher with each successive stroke of his cock toward the level that she knew would give her another orgasm. She hurried toward it, making her body work back and forth along the long shaft of his cock.

Dropping one of her tits from his grasp, Jim let his hand slide down her body until he could push his fingers into the crack of her cunt. He felt, and then found the small swollen bud of her clit and rubbed it vigorously. The come was boiling out of his balls and racing toward the slit at the end of his cock. He was going to come any second and he lunged forward harder, burying himself in the tight-fitting confines of her asshole.

As Jim's finger found her clit, Suzanne went wild and started lunging her body back faster and faster as he plunged forward. She was filled, stretched to the point of being torn in two, but she loved it and wanted it to go on forever. The sparks blazed before her eyes, and she went into her final rise before peaking. It happened in a rush. She was coming; harder and longer than had ever happened before. She bit her lower lip with the pleasure of it and rotated her hips to feel him deep in the center of her bowels. He was plunging so deep that she thought that he would shove it right through to her stomach. Heat and color again blended before her eyes, and she didn't care if he did shove right through her stomach and into her throat.

With a gagging choked-off sound, Jim grunted out his orgasm. The juices that had traveled through the long tubes of his body now hurtled down the shaft of his cock and spurted in great gushing squirts into her bowels. "Oh shit, baby, it's good. I'm coming!"

Suzanne could feel the hot spurting jets of semen as they splashed deep in her rectum and they only increased her own orgiastic delight.

"Oh yes, fuck me. Fuck me good! I'm coming too," she practically yelled back at him as he buried himself against her, his body lunging forward over her back, his hands kneading her breast and clit. She could feel the throbbing of his prick in her very center and spasmed with him. She had never felt an orgasm this way before. It was the same, but different. She loved it and wanted more.

With a final shoving, plunging lunge, they collapsed together. Their bodies, completely satiated, rolled to the side, still joined together penis to rectum. They rested, Suzanne gently squeezing his receding length with her rectal muscles, and Jim still playing lovingly with her clit and breast. They drifted on a cloud toward the light slumber that only orgasm can bring. They were happy, complete, and exhausted.

They were hurried on their way toward sleep by the steady click, clack of the steel rails as the train rolled onward down the tracks. At the end of the fast-approaching night it would reach the small hill town of San Mateo and give up its load of passengers on the brick paving stones of the station platform.

With his lips nestled in her hair, Jim muttered on the edge of sleep, "What are you going to do in San Mateo?"

"Enroll in school probably."

"I thought you were going to take classes at the institute."

"In high school, silly; I'm only fourteen."

"Oh, Christ!"

CHAPTER FIVE

Marie Olsen was concerned. Suzanne had said she was just taking a walk up and down the train, and she had been gone from the club car for more than an hour. Marie walked toward her own car, trying to keep her balance against the swaying of the train.

Just as she stepped through the doorway to her car, she stumbled and fell forward, trying desperately to catch herself. Her arms flung forward trying to find the solid support of the rail next to the line of windows along the companionway. Her fingers came in contact with something solid and she gripped it with desperation.

Marie was hauled up so that she was standing on her feet, her breath coming in short gasps, her hair hanging in front of her eyes. She was only conscious of the fact that her hand and arm were being held in a tight grip. Brushing the hair out of her eyes, she looked at the man standing in front of her. He was darkly handsome. His clothes were casual to the point of being almost sloppy.

"You okay?" Fernando Ortega asked, still holding her hand. He smiled to show that he was friendly.

"Yes, thank you very much," Marie replied, and seeing his smile, returned it. Thoughts of Suzanne fled from her mind as she felt the electricity of his touch on her hand and arm. She was getting that familiar feeling deep in the center of her crotch.

"Do you have a compartment in this coach?" he asked, the invitation plain in his voice.

"Would you like a drink?" she asked, watching his eyes as they moved up and down her body. A spasm of desire flooded the channel of her cunt.

"That'll do for a start," Fernando said, and moved aside to let her lead the way.

Feeling light-headed and sexy, Alice Martin made her way down the companionway looking at the numbers on the doors. She stopped in front of one and knocked. Fernando had told her the number, but her head had been in such a muddle that she wasn't sure she had remembered correctly.

The door swung open, and her heart sank. She had indeed forgotten and was now facing a stranger. A boy about her own age who undressed her with his eyes as she stood there in front of the open door trying desperately to think of something to say.

"Outa sight!" Robert Olsen blurted as he looked at Alice's full figure. His prick jumped a little under his tight bell-bottomed pants and made a very noticeable lump at his crotch.

In her confused embarrassment, Alice Martin dropped her eyes and they riveted on the bulge that was noticeable at the crotch of the boy standing in front of her. "I'm looking for Fernando Ortega," she said lamely, trying to tear her eyes away from the lump in his pants.

"Let's go look for him," Robert said in a rush. "My sister and mother are wandering around the train somewhere, so I could look for them while you look for your friend."

She didn't know what to say, so she just nodded her head in agreement.

"You're a pretty heavy chick. You got an old man?" Robert asked bluntly.

"Yes. I mean, well sort of. I met this man on the train," she said. They were walking up the aisle and she realized how much he towered over her. He was big and strong and very good looking.

"My name's Robert Olsen. What's yours?"

"Alice Martin."

"I'm going to San Mateo to go to the Instituto. How 'bout you?"

"Fin going there too," she said, not believing that she could have met someone who was also scheduled to be enrolled in the same school. "Where's your compartment?"

“Why?”

"Let's talk about art… and the school."

"Okay," she said without really knowing why she agreed. Moving on down the corridor, she stopped in front of her door and opened it.

"Nice dog," Jim Hayes said as Sandi Thomas stepped out of her compartment to take Eric for his walk up and down the length of the train.

"Thank you," she said to Jim and then looked appraisingly at the girl standing next to him.

"What kind is he?" Suzanne asked, not wanting to be left out of the beginning conversation.

"German shepherd."

"I had one once, but he had different markings and wasn't as big," Jim said. He looked at the girl and undressed her with his eyes. She had a good body.

"How long did you have him?" Sandi asked him.

"'Bout fifteen years."

Suzanne had also undressed the girl with the dog and wondered what she would be like to make love to. Maybe she didn't dig girls. She silently wondered if Sandi did turn on with chicks.

"Have you ever had a dog?" Sandi asked her.

"No, but I always wanted one. They seem so friendly and loyal," Suzanne said.

"They are. They'll do just about anything you ask them if you train them to do it," Sandi said proudly.

"Anything?" Jim said with a smile.

"Everything," she said, smiling back and picking up the drift of his bantering conversation.

"Outa sight!" Suzanne said. "Does he really?"

The conversation had taken a new turn with Suzanne's youthful honesty cutting through the banter and the facade of the adult world.

Jim knew that she was serious, and that when she said "everything" she meant everything sexual.

Sandi was also aware of the change and recognized the forthright honesty of Suzanne's statement. She looked at Jim and saw the smoldering desire still there as he let his eyes wander over her body. She was intrigued with the idea of having a man for a change. She was curious to see how far this young girl would go.

"Would you like to… try him?" she asked Suzanne, patting Eric's head.

"That I'd like to see!" Jim said, seeing the opportunity to gain some new experience.

"You mean like all together?" Suzanne asked, her curiosity increasing.

"Sure,'-' Jim said. "By the way, my name's Jim, and this is Suzanne."

"Sandi."

"So what do you say? Game for a little fun before we get to San Mateo?" Jim asked bluntly, figuring that all she would say was no.

"Okay," Sandi said, surprising herself with the quickness of her reply.

"Freaky!" Suzanne blurted as she moved forward to pat Eric affectionately on the head. Sandi turned and re-opened the door to her compartment, and stepped inside.

"Eric. Come."

Handing Fernando a paper cup filled with brownish liquid, Marie sat down on the seat next to him.

"I really don't drink very much," he said, "I'm more inclined to grass."

"Never tried it. What's it like?"

"It's kind of like drinking, but you don't lose control of your head," Fernando said, putting his cup on the small table next to the window.

Leaning across him. Marie set her own cup next to his.

"Got any?" she was leaning toward him.

"Yeah. In my house in San Mateo. Drop by if you'd like to try it," he told her as he laid his hand on her shoulder.

Marie felt the electricity of his touch. Her cunt was filled with little sparks of desire and her rectum had an empty feeling. "If you're trying to figure out if. you can make me, don't bother. You can."

"Yeah, I picked up the vibes," Fernando said as he slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close.

Melting against him, Marie let her hands circle his body and she felt the hard muscles under the tips of her fingers. She lifted her face to him, and his lips closed over hers, his hand immediately cupping one of her breasts and squeezing it gently. She opened her lips and felt his tongue, hard and insistent, push its way into her mouth.

Moving his hand down her light sweater, he fumbled for a moment before he inserted it under the material and re-cupped her breast still encased in the thick bra. Reaching around her back he worked slowly at the clasp until it sprang free. His tongue was working around the inside of her mouth, tasting her sweetness and feeling the wet heat of her.

Marie pulled her head away from his, breaking the kiss. "Let's get undressed. I don't want to have my clothes all rumpled when we get to San Mateo."

"Good idea," Fernando said as he heaved his body off the seat and started pulling his Mexican shirt out from under the waistband of his loose-fitting pants. He worked quickly and expertly, and was soon standing in the center of the compartment completely naked, his cock starting to rise away from the juncture of his thighs.

Alice Martin looked up at Robert as he pressed his body against her. She didn't really understand how she had let him get this far, but she knew that she liked being kissed and fondled. Fernando had opened up the floodgates of her sexuality and she let herself flow with the rushing force of her emotions.

"Want to ball?" Robert asked, pressing the confined hardness of his prick against her full body.

"Do you try to have every girl that you meet?"

"No. Only those I like," Robert said.

"I don't have much experience," she admitted. "I'll show you what to do."

“Okay.”

"Take off your clothes," Robert said as he rose and started to pull off his clothing. Fernando had undressed her slowly and expertly, now Robert wanted her to take off her own clothes. Somehow this didn't seem strange, and Alice sat up and pulled her sweat shirt over her head, exposing her full heavy breasts. The nipples were already hard and pouty. Pushing down her jeans, Alice stepped out of them and then kicked off her shoes. Her thin, wispy panties followed her heavy jeans and when she was nude, she sat back down on the seat.

"You've got a nice body," Robert said as he tossed his pants and shorts to the opposite seat and turned to face the seated Alice.

"Thanks, glad you like it. I think that I'm too fat," she admitted honestly.

"Oh, maybe here and there, but you look good. You turn me on," Robert said and leaned over her. "Has anyone ever gone down on you?"

"What?"

"Eaten you."

She understood then, and nodded her head, "Once."

"Did you dig it?"

"It was nice," Alice admitted.

"Lean back," Robert said as he pushed her body back against the seat and ran his hand up the top of her thigh. Moving his body, Robert pushed her full thighs apart with his knee and knelt on the floor between her legs. Running his hands up and down her sides, Robert leaned forward and let his tongue push its way into the small indentation that marked her navel. He felt the muscles of her belly spasm at his touch and he reached for her breasts, taking one in each hand and squeezing gently, letting his fingers pluck at her stiffened nipples.

"Oh, that's nice," Alice said and let the waves of sensation break over her body. She felt like such a fool because she had waited so long before deciding that sex was fun. She lifted her hips in invitation, spreading her thighs as far apart as they would go. Her hands pushed on the top of Robert's head. She wanted to be eaten and she wanted it right now.

Jim Hayes looked down the length of his body and watched as Sandi hollowed her lips and sucked at his cock, letting her head bob up and down rhythmically. Her tongue was fluttering along the tender underside of his cock imparting little sensual waves of feeling as it moved. He didn't think that he could get so horny in such a hurry, but the whole crazy experience with Suzanne, and now Sandi, was almost too weird to. believe.

Kneeling beside him, Sandi sucked and licked at Jim's cock with a vigor born of desire. He tasted different than Eric, not necessarily better, but just different. Her tongue locked at the head as she pulled her mouth free for a moment. Letting her tongue circle the purplish knob that crested his prick, Sandi jabbed the tip of her tongue at the slit which creased the top of his cock. It tasted sweet, and opening her lips once more, she engulfed his stem in her mouth and slid her lips down the length of his meat.

Turning his head, Jim watched as Suzanne pulled her legs back over her body, holding her knees with her hands. Her thighs were thrust wide apart to allow Eric's great head to insert itself in the vee. As Jim watched, Suzanne gave Eric the command that Sandi had told her and the dog moved forward, his long, thick tongue snaking out and lapping at the crease of her pussy.

Throwing her head back and closing her eyes, Suzanne felt the great tongue as it licked at the folded petals of her cunt. As the thick, wet tongue moved along the crack of her cunt, she felt it open and blossom exposing the small bud of her clit to his lingual stimulation. It was sensational, the feeling that the dog could give her! She hadn't been sure at first, but had made up her mind after the first long, slurping lick. She pushed her hips upward and pulled her legs back further so that he could apply greater pressure against her clit. Her cuntal channel throbbed into life as the great dog licked at her and she tossed her body from side to side on the narrow seat of the compartment. Suzanne looked forward to finding out what it would be like to be fucked by a dog. Sandi told her that it was the greatest feeling in the world because of the bloated ball that grew in the center of his penis after he became stimulated. Suzanne wanted to come first with his tongue, and then she could find out how a dog fucked a woman.

Fernando's tongue was hot and wet as he thrust it into the open pussy lips in front of him. He was lying on his back with his head thrust upward into the folds of Marie's cunt. His arms circled her waist so that he could draw her cunt closer to his probing tongue.

Marie was bent over Fernando's body, her thighs on either side of his head. She was holding his prick in her hands, and stroking the surface and breathing on the tip, pursing her lips to send her hot breath over the purplish knob. Letting her tongue dart out, she lapped at the head of his cock and then inserted it between her lips and lapped at it like an ice cream cone.

Using his tongue like a scoop, Fernando dug deep furrows in the folds of Marie's cunt. He tossed his head from side to side as his tongue passed over the swollen bud of her clit, and then he sucked it greedily into his mouth and lashed at it with the tender tip of his tongue. He tasted the sweet juices running so hotly from her wide open cunt, and he dropped her clit from his mouth, to push his tongue into this hole as far as he could. As he ran his tongue in and out of her, he was thrusting his hips up and down, rapidly sending his bloated cock into and out of her sucking mouth. Fernando thought that Marie had a mouth like a vacuum cleaner, so great was the sucking power of her lips. If it hadn't been for the fact that he had been expending so much sexual energy with Alice, he would have certainly had an orgasm by this time. He was glad, because he was enjoying his coupling with Marie and wanted it to last.

Riding up and down on his cock. Marie let her hips writhe and wiggle across Fernando's face, trying to bring his tongue into greater and more forceful contact with the tenderest tissues at the center of her sex. In a moment of wild abandon, Marie lifted her mouth from his hot and throbbing cock; pulling up the wrinkled sack that contained his walnut-sized balls, she licked the surface and then sucked one of the ovals into her mouth where she could apply her tongue and mouth to bring him greater sexual satisfaction. Her hands pulled and stroked at his prick while she sucked his balls, and Fernando groaned out his delight despite having his face buried in her churning cunt.

Stroking the cheeks of her ass with his hands, Fernando pried apart the globes and ran his fingers down the exposed crack until he brushed across the clenched ring of her anus. Lifting his head, Fernando let his tongue travel the short distance between her cuntal opening to the small puckered ring that his fingers were now stroking so sensuously.

Jabbing with his tongue, Fernando speared her anus with the tip and pushed more of his tongue inside. He was only slightly surprised at the ease of his entry. She had been fucked in the ass before, and could control her asshole. Fernando felt like a little variety and vowed to himself that before he was finished he would take her anally.

Rippling waves of sensation passed up Marie's rectum and into her bowels, making them bubble with anticipation. She hoped that Fernando would fuck her there and disperse the emptiness that she felt there. While her mouth still sucked at his rigid manhood, Marie let her hands slip down and around his body until she could press a finger against his asshole. She pushed the tip inside the tight channel and moved it in and out rapidly. Maybe this would give him the idea.

The throbbing heat was running up and down her cuntal walls, and the tightly clenching channel of her rectum. Marie felt her muscles contorting and spasming with refreshed desire as Fernando plunged his tongue in and out of her rectum and she reciprocated with her own dagger-like thrusts into his nether hole with her finger. Soon – she hoped that he would take her soon – because she was burning up with passion.

Wallowing in the flowing juices of Alice's cunt, Robert Olsen pumped his tongue in and out of her pussy. He could feel the muscles of her pussy tighten and grip his tongue as he thrust inside, and then relax as he pulled it free and made ready for another thrust. He was sure that she was about to come, and tried to give her the full benefit of his sexual knowledge. He knew that his prick was standing up hard and firm from between the juncture of his thighs. It was throbbing with heat and the blood was coursing in it.

Alice was thrashing back and forth on the narrow seat, her hips moving up and down as Robert licked and laved at the most sensitive portions of her sexual center. Her hands were holding tight to the sides of Robert's head, guiding him in his efforts and holding him steadily to his task. Her breath was coming in small gasping grunts, and her muscles were tightening and relaxing in a steadily building rhythm. Sliding her buttocks forward, she shoved more of her cuntal meat into his sucking mouth, and was rewarded when Robert pulled most of her cuntal lips into his mouth and sucked greedily at the fleshy tissue.

Letting the lips of her pussy slide from his mouth, Robert applied the tip of his broad tongue to the heated and blood-filled stem of her clit. He lashed back and forth trying to bring her the ultimate in joy and to hurry her orgasm. He had a compelling desire to slide his cock into her mouth and feel her tongue play across its tender surfaces. He kneaded the fleshy clit harder and with a faster flick of his tongue.

Small convulsions started rippling through Alice's body as Robert worked between her legs, his tongue moving rasp-like across her most tender part. She felt as if she were about to come apart at the seams. Her whole body tingled with sensation and suddenly she was going over the edge, falling, and then rising again on a cloud of pure orgiastic sensation. Her blood turned to fire as it raced through her system toward her cunt. The muscles of her channel were throbbing and pulsating with a steady tempo, each contraction followed by a spine-shattering ripple of sensory feelings that broke against her body in crashing waves.

Feeling the spasmodic contractions of her cunt, Robert increased his sucking and licking now that Alice was in the throes of her orgasm. When she was finished he could count on getting his cock into her mouth, he knew. Tossing his head from side to side between her widely separated legs, Robert thrust his tongue hard against her clit and held it firmly in place as his head moved it back and forth in the channel of her slit.

The explosion became greater and Alice released her grip on Robert's head and grasped both her breasts in her hands, her fingers tweaking and kneading the taut nipples. This brought her to new heights and she flowed with the ecstatic cloud that enveloped her whole being with delight.

She sank to her side, stretching out along the seat as the intense feeling of her orgasm diminished and receded. Her eyes were shut and she thought of nothing but the joy she had just felt. As she rested there she became aware that Robert was straightening her body so that she was lying full length along the seat. She let him move and arrange her body the way he wanted. She felt his body straddle hers, his buttocks brushing the tender skin of her breasts. When she opened her eyes and looked up, she saw the blood-gorged tip of his cock just inches from her lips. She smiled as she opened her mouth and reached for him.

Vivid colors flashed before Suzanne's tightly closed eyes as she rose with her orgasm. She had never thought she could come by having a dog lick her pussy, but here she was coming like a fiend and loving every minute of it. Her hips thrashed back and forth as Eric licked her cunt from asshole to clit. Her entire channel was throbbing with heat and clamping and opening with regular pulsations. Sweat was trickling down her face and she brushed some of the drops away with her tongue. She could hardly wait until she stopped coming so that she could get Eric's big cock into her pussy. Sandi told her that this was the greatest thrill of all, and she opened her eyes long enough to look at her new-found friend on the seat opposite her.

Sandi was sitting on her knees with her head thrown back, her knees firmly planted on either side of Jim's wide shoulders. She was steadily rubbing her pussy into Jim's face and she could feel his tongue working away at her slit. Having a man was so much more fun than having Eric because there were more positions that you could make love with. She ground her loins down on his thrusting tongue.

Jim lapped furiously at her cunt, seeking and then finding the small bud-like extension of her clit and rolled it between his lips. Sandi was thrusting her hips back and forth as she rode his face like a horse.

Jim was able to work his hands under her ass, and reached up by her arched belly until he was able to grip the hanging mounds of her breasts. He rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Pulling on the pouty little points, he suddenly released them and sent them snapping back against the mounds of her breasts. Sandi groaned with pleasure and grabbed his hands, moving them back to her breasts for further stimulation. Jim's cock was throbbing hotly between his legs fresh from the sucking that Sandi had just given him. He wanted to fuck her, but would wait until she was ready and indicated that she wanted him to penetrate her.

The last of the explosions were just fading away, the colors swirling before Suzanne's mind were losing their intensity, when she reached down and pulled on Eric's ears. The great dog looked at her, his tongue still lolling out of the side of his mouth, long and wet. She gave him the command, and waited as he moved his large body over hers. Reaching between their bodies, Suzanne felt for the dog's prick, and found it slickened by moisture. She squeezed its length and placed the thin pointed tip at the entrance to her hole, now wet and sloppy from the combination of his saliva and her own lubrication.

Wrapping her legs around his long back, Suzanne arched her body upward and felt the tip of Eric's cock slip easily into her channel. He didn't feel as big as a man, but then Sandi told her that it would be this way until he had fully entered her. She pushed her loins at his belly and felt more of Eric's prick sliding into her cunt. He was thrusting his butt down in order to force more of his cock into her and Suzanne could hardly contain her impatience. It had to be good, it just had to be good, she thought and pushed up harder at his loins.

Still resting on his back, Fernando let his hands play over the smallish mounds of Marie's breasts. She was squatting over his ramrod-stiff prick, her hand gripping the rigid flesh of his cock, its head pointed at her widely gaping hole. Fernando licked his lips, letting his tongue savor the still-fresh taste of cunt that lingered there.

Taking a deep breath, Marie pulled his prick up and down, letting the head run into the groove of her sex and across the budding knob of her clit. She liked to play with a man's cock this way before she let it spear into her depths, stretching her pussy and expanding her inner channel. Grinding down with her hips, she pushed the head of his cock into her channel and felt its width parting the tender tissue of her inner love tunnel.

When he felt the head of his cock slide into her cunt, Fernando jolted his hips upward and forced about half of his stiff cock into her. She did the rest by letting her weight fall freely on the upraised member and forcing the remainder of his prick into her body. Fernando let his loins bang against hers, and then settled back on the seat to allow her to fuck him at her own pace.

Flexing her thighs, Marie rode up and down his slick pole, letting it rip in and out of her body. She leaned back so that the shaft would rub more vigorously against the swollen head of her clit. Sensation flooded her body as she raised and lowered her torso on his cock. She liked controlling the trip this way, and pumped hard. Tilting her pelvis forward and back with a steady tempo, Marie felt the shivers of excitement creeping up her spine and circling her body with lines of hot fire.

Moving his hips from side to side, Fernando tried to insert his prick from a different angle everytime her body settled down his shaft and against his belly. He was in full control of his emotions and knew that he wasn't going to come until he had penetrated her asshole. He didn't know yet whether she would agree with this, but he was fairly sure she would because of the reaction he had gotten when he stuck his tongue up her ass. He hoped that he wouldn't have to wait too long. He rammed his hips up as hard as he could as she came down and his belly slapped hard against the cheeks of her ass. It wouldn't be long now.

Grabbing his hands, she placed them on her small breasts and encouraged him to squeeze them and knead the tender flesh around her nipples. Leaning forward as best she could, Marie thrust her two breasts at his mouth and hoped he would get the message. If she had to, she'd just tell him to suck her, and then, and only then, would she be able to come in one flashing climax.

Bunching her breasts in his hands, Fernando drew them toward his mouth, raising his head and opening his lips. As Marie bent more acutely, Fernando seized one of her nipples between his lips and sucked at the succulent flesh. He squeezed the other breast and nipple with his hands, kneading and pushing the flesh into new and weird shapes. His tongue lashed back and forth across the nipple and felt it rise harder and hotter.

As his tongue lashed at her nipples, one after the other, Marie felt the crashing wave of her first orgiastic explosion hit her loins. Heat and throbbing sensations went up and down her love channel, making it contort and relax in rapid succession. A reddish flush spread over her chest, and her breath came in gasps.

Marie pumped her body up and down on his stiff staff as hard as she could, letting the hard pole rub against her distended clit and increasing the heat of her orgasm. With a final sigh, she sank against his body, burying him deep in the very center of her being. Her lips sought his and she thrust her tongue deeply into his mouth. Her tongue dueled with his and she felt completed except for an aching emptiness in her rectum. She hoped that he would send his sperm into her bowels. She felt completely wanton and loved it.

His cock filled her mouth, stretching her lips as wide as possible, and Alice loved it. She swirled her hot tongue around the giant young shaft that Robert was lustily thrusting in and out of her mouth. She was pinned to the seat by his weight straddling her breasts, crushing them under his ramming buttocks. She moved as best she could in order to suck him harder and to move his cock around in her mouth. She would have liked to use her hands, but they were useless at her side.

Jabbing his hips forward, Robert sent the length of his prick into and out of her mouth with lusty strokes. He could feel the head hitting the back of her mouth, and thrilled to the laving surfaces of her tongue as she rubbed it across the flesh of his thrusting cock.

Robert was happy, but he didn't want to lose control and come in her mouth even though he had brought her off with his own thrusting tongue. She could have more than one orgasm, and he wanted to plant his seed deep in her body while she squirmed in delight beneath him.

Alice felt an uneasy feeling in the center of her cunt. She enjoyed sucking him because he liked it so much and got so much out of it. He was literally fucking her mouth and she was obediently sucking him while he plunged in and out between her lips. But she wanted to be fucked with Robert thrusting his cock deep into her vitals. However, with her mouth filled with his meat there was no way for her to tell him of her desire. She wanted to come again but she couldn't do it this way. She sucked harder, trying to give him the pleasure of the pressure of her lips and tongue.

The pressure of her sucking mouth was almost too much for him to control and Robert thought that it might be time to get it on and fuck in the regular way. With a slow grinding thrust he shoved as much of his cock into her mouth as he could and felt her respond by pulling at it greedily with her lips. Rocking back on his hips, Robert pulled his wet member from between her lips and settled back on his haunches. He pushed back until he was astride of her hips, and then he stretched out full length, covering her body with his.

She knew it was going to happen now, and she waited, holding her breath to await the first tissue-stretching penetration. She was ready, and to show him that she wanted him to enter her body, Alice pulled back her legs and opened her thighs wide. Her cunt lips parted and presented his cock with the perfectly formed hole for a target. She happily tossed her legs around his back and locked her ankles at the small of his back. Her arms circled his shoulders and she hugged him close to her full body.

Reaching between their tightly pressed bodies, Robert managed to get a grip on his cock and place the head against the slitted opening of her love channel. Pulling his hand free, he moved his hips forward and felt his long member sliding into her. Her cunt muscles gripped him and urged him to a deeper penetration. He shoved forward hard, and felt his belly slap against hers with a smack. He was buried in her pussy to the hilt.

Sandi moved her hips under Jim Hayes' thrusting body. He felt so different than Eric, but just as good. Each one had something that was unique and she enjoyed Jim's fucking thoroughly as much as she enjoyed her dog. Her thighs were spread in a wide vee and she pushed as her hips moved up and down in time with the lunging plunges of his body. She thrilled to the feel of his prick as it expanded and pushed at the tightness of her love channel. His licking of her cunt had brought her to a shattering orgasm and now she was rising toward another which would be far more rewarding because of their physical closeness.

Heaving with his effort, Jim plunged his cock deeply into her body, feeling the clasping grip of her pussy. She fitted him like a glove and he knew that it would be very difficult to maintain his usual good control. He decided to use a diversion to attempt to bring his racing emotions under some sort of control. He turned his head and looked at the scene across the narrow aisle.

Suzanne was spread wide, her head thrown back and her mouth hanging open, a thin trickle of saliva running from the corner of her mouth. Her legs were wrapped tightly around Eric's flanks as the big dog arched his hind quarters up and down pumping his great cock into her cunt. She was in a state of ecstasy, in the midst of another orgasm. Bright lights flashed and turned in front of her eyes as the great dog's cock pushed in and out of her cunt. She could feel the great ball that had swollen in the center of his shaft and would lock them together until he had spit out his come deep in her body. The rock-hard prick was swelling to greater and greater size as it ripped in and out of her cunt with vicious short jabs. Her entire cunt was on fire.

With a sudden forceful surge, Eric drove his expanding prick into her very depths and Suzanne was sent to new orgiastic heights as she felt his seed pour out of the great balled cock and into her body. Spurt after gushing spurt filled her to the brim and his come ran out of the contracting hole of her cunt and down the crack of her ass. It coated the small wrinkled ring of her anus and then dropped steadily onto the fabric of the seat's cushion.

Jim, watching from his position, instinctively understood that both Eric and Suzanne had come to orgasm and that they would be finishing in a very few moments. Returning to his own efforts, he increased the speed of his strokes and heard Sandi mewing in his ear as she beat her heels against the small of his back, urging him on to greater passion.

Sandi was rising quickly and surely toward her own climax. She spiraled upward and her body started its tremors., Her cunt quaked and contracted in rhythmic spasms that squeezed hard on Jim's cock as it slid in and out of her grasping pussy. Hot and cold flashes trembled their way up her spine, circled her body and gripped her swollen breasts, kneading them like fingers. Her cunt seemed lined with fiery ice, and a low moan, animal in its intensity, broke from her constricting throat.

The rhythmic contractions of her cunt squeezing his throbbing cock brought the come boiling from Jim's balls and into the shaft of his prick. They surged down the last long tube of his body and with a shattering spurt, he splashed out his completion as his body sank for the last time against hers, buried as deeply as possible in the center of her womanhood.

Rolling Marie's body off his so that he could rise, Fernando pushed her until she was kneeling on the seat on her hands and knees. He knelt behind her. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass," he said matter of factly as he positioned the head of his prick against the stretched ring of her anus.

Thrilling to the verbalization of her dream, Marie attempted as best she could to control her sphincter muscle so that his entry would be as easy as possible for the both of them. She folded her arms and rested her head on them so that her ass was thrust sharply in the air and completely exposed to his attack. She felt the first pressure of his bloated cock's head against her anus and braced herself for the further pressure that he would bring to bear on that tight rubbery ring that marked the entrance to her nether hole.

Fernando was sweating with the effort to penetrate her asshole. He gripped her hips in his hands and pushed steadily forward with his entire weight. As he looked down at the stretched skin of her ass and the widely parted crack of her ass, Fernando could see the shaft of his cock bending under the pressure. As he watched in fascination, Fernando saw the very tip of his wide cock disappear from view, absorbed and swallowed by the small rubber ring that he was trying to penetrate. He stopped for a moment and then shifting his position, moved forward once more. He strained the muscles of his hips and more of his cock disappeared into her asshole. Now the entire head was firmly entrenched in her rectum and he felt as if a giant hand were clenching at the tip of his cock.

Feeling the head of his cock slide into her body, Marie renewed her efforts to relax her sphincter. She could feel the tissues of her anus stretch wide to accommodate his girth, and she almost cried out in her pleasure as the wild sensations filled her body. Wanting to feel more of him inside her ass, Marie wiggled her hips and rear back on the pole that was being shoved relentlessly into her ass. It was easier than it was with Robert, and she felt the shaft of his cock moving into her asshole.

As her sphincter relaxed, Jim's body bolted forward, his length sliding into her body in a rush. His loins slapped against the stretched skin of her upraised buttocks. He relaxed for a moment, breathing hard from his efforts to shove himself into her asshole. Still gripping her hips tightly in his hands, Jim started to pull and push at her body as he moved his own hips forward and backward. His cock was now sliding in and out easily. The tightness of her rectum squeezed him as he moved his prick into her rectum and up her rear channel until the head touched the opening of her bowels. The sensual feelings that her rectum imparted to his hot flesh were almost too much for Jim to take, He gritted his teeth and fought for control as he rammed in and out of her body. He knew that he couldn't keep this pace up for very long and would soon come, splashing his hot seed deep in her wriggling buttocks.

Filled and re-filled again and again by Fernando, Marie felt the spasm of new delight creep up her body and cover her. She was riding back with her hips, shoving as hard as she could as Fernando surged forward, burying his prick in her nether hole. She was about to spasm out her delight and have a tremendous orgasm. She knew this because of the sensations that were building steadily throughout her body.

Hardly able to contain his racing emotions, Fernando threw his body over Marie's, his hand reaching for her breasts and squeezing them hard, his fingers plucking at her standing nipples. Using her small breasts as handles, Fernando pulled and pushed her body forward and back as he rammed his meat into her. In order to bring her greater pleasure, Fernando slipped one hand down her tightly contorting belly until his fingers ploughed through the sparse hair surrounding her pubis and into the wide slit of her cunt. In desperation he sought her slit and finding it, worked his fingers across the tender meat, rubbing it hard in a small circular motion. Sweat poured down his face as Fernando felt the sensations of his body build toward the crest of emotion. He let himself slide toward the edge. With a grunting cry, Fernando went over the crest, his balls pumping out their juices hot and heavy. Fernando held himself tight against Marie's body as his seed flowed in jetting spurts into her body, filling her rectum and splashing against her bowels.

The splash of his hot seed into the very depths of her bowels jolted Marie into an orgiastic climax that she felt would never stop; she had hurtled toward it when Fernando had started rubbing her sensitive clit in small circles. She spasmed long and hard, her body contorting with her efforts. It had never been like this before – it was longer, warmer, and better. As she felt the spurts of hot come lessen, she relaxed and sank down to the seat, stretching out as best she could, letting the muscles of her legs and belly unloosen and becoming enveloped with the warm flowing heat of the descending climax.

Breathing hard, Fernando sank down with her, trying to keep his deflating prick strongly embedded in her asshole. The muscles of her rectal channel were involuntarily contracting and expanding, applying a strong but gentle grip to his shrinking cock. He had never felt anything as good as this and the germ of an idea started to form in his mind. As the idea solidified and took a more definite shape, Fernando became more convinced that he had found the answer to his artistic problems.

Pounding down, Robert Olsen thrust his cock, long and hot, into the gaping channel that Alice pushed at him heavily. They were rising together toward a climax that promised to leave them both drained, but happy.

Small sparks were flying inside Alice's brain as she thrust her hips upward to meet the descending plunge of Robert's body. His large, full cock was expanding and pushing aside the delicate tissues of her cunt, but she exulted in the feeling of being filled to the brim by his hot meat. To increase the heavenly sensations, Alice rolled her body from side to side, forcing his cock to twirl and move inside her body as he rammed in and out. The small sparks that had started in her mind were now turning to balls of fire. Heat, warm and pulsing, throbbed over her body and Alice gasped out her p leasure.

Jamming the length of his meat into her body, Robert felt the come building in his balls and running through the many tubes and ducts of his body toward the shaft of his cock. It was being aided on its journey by the firm milking action of Alice's cunt as she throbbed and pulsed against him. She was tight, almost as tight as Suzanne was the very first time he fucked her. The erotic thoughts about his sister combined with the sucking action of Alice's cunt sent him charging toward orgasm and he buried his length in her cunt, reaching under her body to cup the cheeks of her ass and pull her closer to his body. His sperm jetted out of his cock, hot and wet. Robert convulsed under the weight of his body, her loins pulled tight against his by his powerful hands on her ass. She squirmed and came in hard rolling throbs, little cries of pleasure mewing and groaning in his ear.

They fell against one another, their bodies bathed in sweat, a warm glow passing over their skins. The red flush that had spread across Alice's chest and buttocks started to recede and pale as she descended from the high level of intensity on which she had been floating. They rested together, oblivious of their surroundings and the rolling countryside that slid by the window of Alice's compartment.

Slanting rays of the sun bathed the small adobe station of San Mateo in their harsh light. The evenly spaced red bricks of the platform shimmered with reflected heat. A few trees, their branches filled with green leaves, dotted the level space around the station house. People scurried into the heat from the small sliver of shade on one side of the station and stood next to the long line of coaches as they came to a hesitant halt.

Behind the station several cabs waited, their drivers waiting patiently, staying out of the mid-day heat, and confident that they would all be employed in transporting the disembarking passengers to the center of town.

In the distance, the town of San Mateo rested on the green slopes of gently rolling hills. The whites and pale pinks of the old colonial buildings wavered in the heat. In the center of the buildings, which clung tenaciously to the sides of the gently sloping hills, the great tall spire of the town's principal church pushed its turret upward toward the fluffy clouds which scudded and drifted lazily in the sky.

As Alice Martin handed her heavy bags down to the eager hands waiting on the platform, she looked at the thrusting edifice. It looked like a giant pink prick, hard and ready. She shut out the voice of the man holding her bags for a moment. Turning, she looked at the long olive-green coach that had been her home for two nights. A new way of life had opened for her within its square confines and she regretted having to leave it. With a sigh, and the firm resolve that she would seek out life where she found it, she turned and followed the struggling porter who headed toward one of the parked cabs. She wanted to be an artist, but she knew that she wanted more. She had experienced the thrill of sex and her body was now alive with new feelings. As she walked she knew that she could be whatever she wanted, but first she had to be a woman and find love, the natural extension of sex. She wouldn't turn away from sex, but would embrace it and try to plumb its depths for a greater meaning of her new-found womanhood. She smiled at the driver as she stepped into the taxi and handed the waiting porter a crumpled bill.

Slinging his battered bag into the back of the cab, Fernando's mind was working furiously in colors and textures as he mentally put paint to canvas. It had all come together when he fucked Marie. He felt that he'd found a new direction he could take with his art and so change his fortunes as a painter. It would be a complete change, a switch so radical and real that his gallery would have to take notice. He had been thinking about his orgasm when he recalled what Alice told him about hers. Being an aspiring artist, she could describe the colors and hues of the lights that flashed before her eyes at the point of climax, and now Fernando was mentally putting her description on canvas. It would work, he knew it would work, and he was anxious to get to his studio where he could start. The pretty little pictures of the sleepy Mexican street scene were all behind him. This would be abstract, carried out with big powerful strokes on large canvasses using bold, vivid colors and heavy textures, He had the technique, he had learned that long ago, but everything he had tried had no real meaning. This was real, and he knew that it would be good. Fernando had a warm feeling deep in his belly as the cab pulled away from the station and bumped its way up the dusty, chuck-holed street toward the central plaza and his house on the hill.

Looking out the cab window at the russet-colored facades on the houses lining the street, Sandi Thomas stroked Eric's head. He was sitting next to her on the seat of the cab with his head out the open window, sniffing the new strange smells of San Mateo.

Sandi was entering a new environment and she knew that she would change her life style. Still patting Eric's head, she realized that this period of her life was ended. The big dog would have to look elsewhere for his loving. In the arms of Jim Hayes she had learned that all men weren't crude brutes and she looked forward to expanding her knowledge. If not with Jim – for that was only an adventure of the moment – then with another man, a man she was sure that she would find in San Mateo, possibly at the Instituto, or wherever. Somehow, as the cab rocked back and forth after hitting a deep chuck-hole, she felt good inside, her body was now whole, she could face life without fear. She could talk to men without that old fear gnawing at her guts. Life would indeed be better. The hum of the tires changed as the cab moved onto the cobbles of the street from the dirt of the station road. Sandi looked at the little shops that lined the street. Her eyes moved along the street and then she saw the figure of a man and she smiled to herself. He was tall and bearded and he carried a sketch under his arm. She settled back in the cab and her hand left Eric's head. It would be different now.

With his hand resting on his portable typewriter, Jim Hayes looked at the people walking along the narrow, cobblestoned street and tried to get his first impressions of San Mateo sorted out in his mind. He had enjoyed the view of the town from the station platform, but as the cab moved into the city, he became aware of the human element of the town. He would have to concentrate on this, the human element. He had experience. He needed to get into people's heads and find out the whys of their actions and behavior. If he could do this, then he wasn't worried about the quality of his first novel. He could do it, and he let his mind wander, taking in the sights and sounds of San Mateo.

Jammed together in the back seat of the small cab, Marie looked at her two children. They were old enough to take care of themselves and would sooner or later have to find their own way. She decided that this was the time. In a new and hopefully exciting environment, they could find their own friends, and she would be free to seek her own life, to pick up the pieces and start all over again.

With the benefit of new knowledge, Robert and Suzanne were thinking similar thoughts. It wasn't that they loved their mother less, or that they held her fully responsible for their unorthodox sexual history, but they were in a new place with sights to see, people to meet, and they were looking forward to new freedom – a freedom that would make them better able to relate to those around them. It was a good feeling and they were happy.

The station's platform was empty, the sudden feverish activity ended. The train, its long olive-green coaches dusty, started to move. Slowly the wheels turned and ground their way along the steel rails. The engine's horn sounded its bass note as the train picked up speed. The lonely tones reverberated off the surrounding hills, and the buildings of the small town. It signaled the end of the trip for the travelers, but the start of a new life.

Content

Charles Richards
The hot swappers

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE