Chapter 2
The train to Karbala was far more crowded than either of the Americans expected. Parties of anxious faced would-be plane travelers who, after watching one plane blow up into a fiery cloud, decided the ground would be far safer, made a mad scramble for an empty car compartment, but Chet's awesomely bruised face frightened the pushers aside and they slipped inside, closed the door, and relaxed.
"Jesus, at last," sighed Chet, staring out the train window. From his vest pocket, he hauled out a bottle of bourbon purchased at the train depot and unscrewed the cap. He took a long sip and passed it to Karen.
"That's just what I need... more booze," she quipped undoing the buttons to her tight vest and relaxing back in the seat facing Chet.
Chet winked a purple eye at her. "More booze and a bit of sex'll make a man forget about his woes anytime. Come here... why are you sitting over there? I haven't felt that hot body since JFK last week."
With a flirtatious flip of the hand, she pooched out her succulent lips that had touched the rim of many a shot glass that day, and slipped down beside him. His strong length felt fantastic, his hand cupping her shoulder and pressing her cheek to his chest.
"Mmmm," she cooed. "I will have another sip... does wonders for the nerves." Behind fluttering eyelids, the fiery ball that once was a jet flickered like a re-run videotape.
"Forget about that and let's enjoy ourselves, relax, kick off your shoes," he cajoled in a lusty voice.
Karen had no objections until the glass door slid open and a voluptuous Lebanese woman poked her head inside. Chet sucked in his breath at the beauty dressed in an airline stewardess' uniform. She was tall, with a succulent set of lips the color of ripe raspberries, and wide set, thrusting breasts that gave an hourglass shape to her body, thanks to the belt cinched tightly about her waist.
Those sloe eyes traveled from Chet's handsome Nordic looks to Karen's Irish beauty. "Excuse me," she said with a French accent, "may I share the compartment with you?" She glanced over her shoulder and shrugged helplessly, then gesticulated with her hand as only the French can. "The rest of the train is filled."
Karen let out a tiny sigh of resignation at Chet's generosity. "Of course, help yourself. Move the luggage if you like."
As the airline stewardess lifted her luggage from where she'd let it rest on the seat beside Karen, the back of her hand brushed more than once against the smooth curve of the voluptuous filmmaker's breasts.
"I am a stewardess on the Baghdad flight, but our flight was cancelled because of the crash. Now I must find my way by train to Karbala and then on to Baghdad." She heaved a tired sigh. "So many problems in this part of the world."
"Ain't that the truth," muttered Chet under his breath, giving Karen a squeeze.
The airbrakes released with a wheezing sound and the train lurked forward heading southeast for Karbala. Some miles outside of Beirut, heading for Damascus, the sun began its westward journey, splashing orange ripples over the sand, reflecting as if on water. The eerie almost neon light splayed over the lovely Lebanese stewardess' gorgeous face... a fact of appreciation which Chet didn't ignore.
Later, after the sun was down and they'd consumed sandwiches from the vendor who'd wormed his way from one car to the next with his cart of cold foods and Lebanese beer, Chet switched off the light above the window and settled Karen in the crook of his arm. She nestled her head on his shoulder kittenishly. "Mmm..." she breathed. "I'm so drunk, Chet, and it feels so good!"
The filmmaker's hand was cupped around the bulge of Karen's breast slipping beneath the gabardine vest to rustle in the emerald silk. "Me too!" he grinned. "Jesus, it feels good touching you."
The pressure of his warm palm increased against the weight of her melonous flesh, and his thumb made rotating circles around the bud of her nipple where it spiked out under the silk.
"Chet!" she hissed. "Remember we have company!"
"She likes you," he whispered hotly in her ear.
In the dark, Karen blushed. "Shhh..."
"She's asleep... don't worry."
Despite protestations, Karen's hand, lying along the top of his muscular thigh, began a warm, squeezing motion. One of her slender red-tipped fingers started to make tiny circles, caressing the tightly-stretched gabardine. With the heel of her hand, she felt a sudden pressure as his long thick penis, trapped between the cloth and his flesh, began to jerk into hardness.
Chet was breathing heavily. Reaching across his free hand, he pulled aside the stiff fabric of her vest and slipped it off her arms. Now he could touch the smooth curve of her lushly ripened breast behind the silk cup so warm to his touch. Gently, he stroked his palm up and down across the fleshiness of her now erect nipple, bringing soft mewls of pleasure from her laxly parted lips.
The heel of her hand on his thigh began a rhythmic gyrating motion, rolling the hardness of his penis from side to side under the material of his pants as the fingers increased the tempo of their caresses. Chet's long, thick cock stiffened into a rubbery rigidity, throbbing beneath Karen's drunken, lust-provoking caresses. A dime-sized spot of seminal fluid stained the light beige of his pants.
Chet's arm around her waist tightened, thrusting up his palm to shove the ripely swelling mound of her breast harder against the exploring fingers inside Karen's blouse. His exploring hand found the cleft of softly trembling flesh between the twin cups of her brassiere, played there for a moment, and snuck under the taut strap to slide tantalizingly down inside the satiny cup of her brassiere and fondle the warm, velvety skin inside.
Karen gasped as he rolled and tweaked the rubbery bud of her strawberry nipple between his strong fingers, sending maddening charges of indecent sensation charging through her aroused young body. Her breath quickened, her chest began to rise and fall, and her luscious mouth dropped open. Her own fingers started rolling over the hard bulge of his massively pulsating penis outlined in bold relief, its mushroomed head seeping damply.
"Ohhh, Karen..." Chet groaned in her ear. "Jesus, what you do to me!"
Bending his head, he pressed his warm lips over her wetly parted ones and slipped his wet tongue between her lips.
Karen's breath exhaled hotly from her flaring nostrils and her body convulsed in a sigh of appreciation. The terrifying events of one day in the Middle East was beginning to fade from the reassuring warmth of Chet's body. Ecstatically, she squirmed against the seat, her veins on fire with dancing demons centering in the heart of her womb.
Sensing her drunken, agreeable state, Chet guided her hand to the vee of his loins, helped her tiny fingers unzip his pants, and aided, too, in pulling out the stiff tube of his penis. He wrapped her tiny fist around his eagerly throbbing cock.
As her fingers closed around the muscled staff, Chet groaned deep in his throat and smashed his mouth down harder on her trembling wet lips. She jerked his hotly throbbing penis free of the flap and mewled with delight as it sprang quiveringly erect into the air and stood up from the fly like a heavy blunt stalk.
He helped her at first, gradually milking his long thickness, his large hand clamped over her small one. The loose foreskin moved up and down the shaft as his tongue probed ever deeper towards her throat and the maddening touch of his fingers on her nipple sent shocks of desire tingling through her belly.
Karen, this isn't like you, she berated herself. But I'm so damned drunk... and it feels so good to be touched! Shamefully, she realized she was drenched up between her legs. The moist nylon of her panties was cool against her throbbing cuntal lips as her thighs involuntarily parted and the cool, desert air played over her secret flesh.
The seclusion, the loneliness of traveling in a foreign, war-torn land... was that the reason for this abandonment, she cogitated drunkenly. With a smothered groan of lust, she pulled her mouth free of Chet's warm lips and compliantly bent her head under Chet's urgent nudge. Now her flamed cheeks were posed just above the wetly glistening head of his lustfully pulsating cock. He could feel the hot caress of her breath blowing against the sensitive tip.
The American filmmaker sucked in his breath as a tingle of lewd delight flamed through his body towards his loins. The trembling redhead's mouth was a lick away from his eagerly pulsing penis, now gleaming whitely along its rigid length. A thread of saliva dribbled down from Karen's slack lips to mingle with the seeping fluid oozing in pearly drops from the slit in its bulbous head as she took her hand from the shaft and felt for his testicles. She meant only to tickle and tease, but Chet, sucking in his breath, clamped his hand over hers and urged her fingers to squeeze and explore.
Chet gritted his teeth as the girl's fingers fell into a rhythm of their own. She kneaded his sperm-bloated glands until he panted with desire. His chest heaved up and down and his head was thrown back against the headrest of the train seat. He felt her other hand reach for his cock and guide it toward her ovaled lips... and then he gasped and thrust his loins involuntarily as the warm moistness of her open lips closed tight as a rubber band over the throbbing mushroomed head.
Put a woman in a foreign land, and by God what she won't do. Maybe it's the Arabic influence, thought Chet in a haze of lust. This was a first!
His lungs were bursting with excitement that ricocheted through every trembling nerve in his body as she slowly lowered her head, taking almost half of his cock into her wetly heated mouth while her tongue licked kittenishly against the lust swollen cock head. He jerked his own head forward and stared down at the glossy red hair tumbling about her shoulders. God, if only he had her alone in bed... what he wouldn't do to her!
His heart pumped dangerously in his chest as Karen pulled the foreskin back as far as it would go, tightening the flesh of his penis until it felt as though the head would burst. Her hot lips were sucking now at the inflated tip, and her tongue began to flicker around the glistening shaft. Keeping the skin pulled back to show off the naked head, she started bobbing her head experimentally up and down, at the same time twirling her tongue around the moist stickiness of the blood-swollen tip.
Chet let himself go as far as he could. Leaning back, he smiled mesmerically down at the profile view of her lust-contorted face with the thickness of his cock stuffed between her sucking lips. Excitement charged through him as he watched his wetly glistening penis fucking rhythmically in and out of her ovaled mouth in time with his flexing hips. The sight was too damned erotic to let him sit still. His pelvis tensed and jerked up into the slavering face of his assistant until he thought she might gag. With each hard thrust, more and more of his thick hardness disappeared until finally only a quarter of an inch showed in the dim light as they passed a small oil refinery somewhere in the desert.
For being a neophyte at cocksucking, thought Chet with a lusty chuckle, she's got the practice down! Her tongue was making his cock head throb and jerk as though a second heart were beating within. Hypnotized, he watched as her fleshy lips pulled out grotesquely, clinging to the hard shaft as she sucked hungrily, her mind and concentration drunkenly centered on her lewdly thrilling workout!
Easing out his hand from under her blouse where her breasts were squashed against his knee, he tangled his fingers in her wealth of silken hair and guided her greedily clasping lips up and down the hot throbbing length of his fleshy stalk with dominant power. God, if only that Lebanese airline stewardess weren't sitting there, he'd shove his cock up her pussy so far it would come out her throat! Jesus, he'd love to pump his sperm into her belly. Closing his eyes, he groaned in anticipation and ecstasy.
Neither had seen the wide sloe eyes glinting across from them. "What a pleasant way to while away the time on this boring train!" The voice came directly across from them. Chet's eyes flew open to stare into the amused gaze of their travel companion. In a hush of clothing, the stewardess sat forward in her seat, her full lower lip shining wetly and her wide black eyes glinted in covetousness.
Instantly, scorching with humiliation, Karen jerked her head away from Chet's cock at the sound of the silken voice. Her open mouth glistened with saliva and seminal fluid as she stared up at the hawkeyed stewardess. Absentmindedly, she grasped the rigidly pulsing penis. "Oh, dear God... I'm so sorry," she whispered in humiliation and guilt.
Chet cleared his throat and froze, hating to stuff his stiffened penis back into his pants when he was so darned close to cumming... and with Karbala so far away too!
A throaty chuckle broke from the stewardess' French-accented lips. "Don't let me stop you," she whispered warmly. "Perhaps we could all..."
Chet heaved a titillated sigh and regained his poise. "Move over, honey... and let the lady sit down."
"Oh, Gawd, Chet, what are you talking about?" barked Karen. "Aren't you satisfied with one woman?"
Then Karen's head flew around when a warm hand descended upon her arm. She raised her head too quickly and dizziness set in. She counted four gorgeously snapping eyes boring into her soul.
"We can all three enjoy ourselves, don't worry. I won't touch your boyfriend."
"You mean?" Karen protested, but the stewardess awaited no further protest and dropped to the floor of the train on her haunches. "You see, we foreigners design for sheer enjoyment!"
Deftly, she swung Karen's ankles up onto the six foot long train seat so that the drunken, puzzled redhead found herself lying full length along the seat with her head in Chet's lap and her burning cheek resting against the gleaming hardness of his cock.
Chet Bentley grinned a hot blooded American male grin. Catching onto the idea (having spent plenty of time in Da Nang brothels) he shifted positions so that his weight was on one hip and his penis now jutted horizontally from his gaping fly, a dead target for her wetly parted lips.
Karen's mind was a whirlpool of indecision. She knew it was horribly obscene to involve another woman in their lovemaking... perverted, immoral, indecent, a hundred objections flitted through her mind, but beside it flickered the rational that this was a foreign country and what happened here was somehow disjointed with the American life of Karen O'Malley.
Chet could always stop it if something bad happened, she reasoned, not wanting to rebuke him after all the horrible things that had happened to him in the past twenty-four hours. Anyway, she needn't enjoy it... and it was for him. Yet flickers of strangely aroused desire danced through her loins. This one time... for Chet.
Karen gasped and whole body convulsed as the stewardess reached deftly up under her skirt and yanked down her white panties in one practiced gesture.
Karen's mouth flew open so that her head was resting on the seat and her lips brushed against the wet, velvety tip of Chet's penis! Her lips parted compliantly, and before she knew what she was doing, she'd raised a hand to guide the thick stalk of meat back between her parted lips.
Down on her knees, the salaciously erotic Lebanese-born stewardess licked her lips at the sight of the curling pussy hairs foresting Karen's trembling loins. She placed the palms of her warm hands against the girl's trembling inner thighs and spread them gently apart as far as the panties pulled down to her ankles would allow.
Karen shivered and groaned as the pole of flesh invading her mouth made her a slave to the intolerable tremors of anticipation threatening her wetly throbbing cunt. Hesitations and doubts blew like desert sands. Her nipples hardened against the satin of her brassiere as she abandoned herself to a whirlwind of indecent pleasure that whirred in her alcohol-hazed mind.
Gently running her polished fingertips along the tender inner flesh of Karen's thighs, the stewardess placed her thumbs on the pulsating lips of the squirming girl's pussy as she feasted her eyes on the moistly gleaming pink slit nestling in its furrow of damp hair. Then, spreading the vaginal lips with a teasing pressure of her thumbs, she lowered her face towards the silken, glistening cuntal flesh a lick away.
Karen moaned again and sucked more furiously on Chet's cock, bringing up one hand to seize the thick base of the shaft and pull the throbbing stalk of flesh harder into her lust contorted face. The wildly aroused filmmaker snaked his hands beneath her arched back to unsnap the hook of her brassiere and then began frenziedly to caress her naked breasts, squeezing and tweaking the sensitive flesh as the two full mounts with their strawberry nipples sprang quiveringly free. Below, the kneeling stewardess muttered an obscene moan and flickered her tongue deep into the hot, velvety depths of Karen's splayed cunt.
The young redhead jerked and quivered as she felt the tantalizing wetness of the hot, quivering tongue spear into her tight little vagina, and she ground her naked buttocks into the tweed train seat as she began a frenzied milking movement with her fingers along the base of Chet's cock.
Panting lustfully, the stewardess licked gently at the swollen pink bud of Karen's clitoris, snuggled in the warm fuzz of her pubic curls at the entrance to her pussy, pressing her thumbs further apart to gape at the naked, wet slit. Her tongue traced a lusty path between the layers of succulent flesh, surrounding the moist hidden crevices up between the girl's softly trembling thighs.
Unannounced, the kneeling Lebanese woman raised her head and grasped the underside of Karen's thighs and pushed them up, so that her legs, linked together by the wide stretched panties, rose high into the air and the whole flat plane of her genitals was exposed to her sloe-eyes.
With a groan of appreciation, the dark head sank down again... and the ravishing tongue darted into the wet pink flesh of Karen's tight cunt. From this position, she could penetrate further, and soon, with her own lips clamped lasciviously to the swollen folds of the writhing redhead's vagina, her tongue could stab far up into the deliciously pungent depths of Karen's secret flesh.
Karen's body almost jackknifed from the erotic contact of the tongue spearing so far up into her trembling belly. A choked cry burst from her wildly sucking mouth, her fingers fell from Chet's cock, and then her loins began a slow, eager grind against the Lebanese's face.
And she lapped voraciously at the redhead's cunt. She thrust her hands between her raised and spread thighs tangled her fingers in the strawberry curls between Karen's thighs. Groaning ecstatically from the mouthful of Chet's thick cock, Karen locked her calves behind the stewardess's neck and pulled the hotly sucking mouth harder still against her seething cunt, trapping the stewardess' face between her thighs.
Under the monotonous grind of the train's southbound wheels, the obscenely wetly sucking sounds filled the compartment's air as Karen sucked more frenziedly on the filmmaker's penis and the stewardess lapped kittenishly at her gyrating cunt.
And Karen was out of her mind with desire, rolling on the seat in a fit of eroticism while the desert stars shone in diamond chips outside the train window. She thrust her quivering breasts hard up against Chet's mauling fingers as her mouth slid frantically up and down the saliva-coated shaft of his throbbing penis and her thighs tightened around the black head plundering her loins. Shudders of forbidden pleasure raged in her belly with fiery urgency. Nothing mattered now—not the attack on Chet's life, not the airline crash—nothing, but the shafts of piercing delight warring within her body. The torturous agony of the wonderful swirling sensations rippling over every inch of her naked body was her sole universe. She writhed and bucked, twisted and groaned under the Lebanese's expert oral fucking, making her suck harder on the bloated head of Chet's hard cock, her cheeks hollowing with effort as though she would draw out the last drop of blood from his body.
As her fingers tangled tightly in the stewardess' hair, the kneeling stewardess slid her arms under Karen's naked hips and slunk her hands up and over the trembling white flatness of the redhead's belly, so that the cuntal lips were pulled tight against her hungering mouth.
Karen was at the point of utter subjugation to the foreign lesbian lover. Her back arched convulsively off the seat as her hips began to shudder in involuntary spasms. At the same time, Chet dropped his head back against the cushioned head rest and let the sensations boiling through his own loins take charge. "Go on, go on, baby!" he hissed through set teeth. "Suck harder... it's... it's... faster!"
Chet could feel it build in his balls. The pressure mounted like the squeeze of a handcuff. His wildly pulsing cock felt like a balloon being inflated with cum!
He thrust his hips up against Karen's face, ignoring her protesting mumble as he worked for the final lease of the unbearable tension building, forever building, and then, every nerve in his body drain away to his genitals and he felt the white hot current surge deep in his balls and race the length of his wetly plunging shaft of flesh. He gave a strangled cry and his teeth showed white in the gloom of the night as his lips writhed back in a sneer of ecstasy.
His hips arched away from the seat back and his penis began a mad staccato jerking that flooded Karen's sucking mouth with gushes of scalding sperm, bloating her cheeks until she swallowed to keep from choking, mewling and crooning through gagged lips at pumping loins.
"Don't stop! Don't stop... suck... suck!" he gasped, ramming his madly jerking cock deeper into her throat as his hands kneaded the quivering mounds of her naked breasts. Karen sucked as he spewed his white hot cum deep into her throat, and then, with a
dying groan, he emptied the last dregs between her lips and fell against the seat, a satisfied man.
At the first acrid taste of Chet's hot sperm jetting against the back of her tender throat, Karen sensed own orgasm building deep within her tongued belly. As she swallowed, the climax became a flood, a wave of sensation carrying her along on a crest, breaking in the center of her being and sending her spiraling up amongst the stars. With a throaty cry, she wrenched her cum-smeared lips away from Chet's deflating penis as her head flailed from side to side on his lap in swirls of shimmering red.
"Aaaggghhh! Oh God, oh God, I'm cccuummmming!"
Her thighs tightened around the kneeling stewardess' ears as her cuntal juices seethed from her tongue plundered pussy to stream down the trembling crevice between her naked ass cheeks and flood the slavering chin of the frantically sucking stewardess.
Insanely excited by the effect of her depraved attack on the redhead American's genitals, the stewardess dropped one hand to haul up her skirt and finger fuck herself in time with Karen's thrusting loins. Out of her mind with desire at the sluicing sounds of the twin orgasms echoing from the seat above her, she clawed furiously at her own wetly throbbing cunt until after a few seconds, her fingers thrust savagely under the elastic legband of her panties to massage the blood engorged bulb of her clitoris.
In seconds she, too, was twisting and groaning in climax, all the while her lips remained fastened, sucking voraciously at the sweet quivering flesh of Karen's cunt.
At last it ended. The kneeling stewardess lowered the upthrust legs gently to the seat and lay her shimmering black head against Karen's damp thighs. Karen, too, muttered a deep contented sigh and subsided against Chet's hips. Later, when the fear and strangeness of the day had dissipated, self-disgust and shame set in. But for the moment, after this harrowing, confusing day, she was happy to relax.
"I must leave now... we are almost to Damascus," breathed the Lebanese stewardess, straightening her skirt and hauling her luggage from the rack above the seat. "From there I fly to Baghdad."
Then she was gone through the sliding door of the quiet train compartment, punctuated by Chet's snores.