Chapter 7

Kevin's eyes were bloodshot from the marijuana he'd smoked before boarding the train. Neither he nor Jeff had been granted permission to make the trip with the team. But there was no law against buying a ticket with his own money. His brain was addled by the drug. But he knew Sweeney would have a fit if he found the cheerleaders back with them in the bar car.

His balls tingled as he stared into Jill's astonished face. There were a lot of things he liked about her, but as the train rumpled on its way, he could think only of the fury warmth of her slot slipping down on his cock.

Kevin's natural shyness asserted itself every time his mind wandered into sex. Bent over the table so his face appeared to grow straight out of the table's edge, Kevin felt the words "I love you" form on the tip of his tongue. His mouth froze shut. He could not communicate through words and his hand went instinctively to the V in his trousers. The prick coiled inside his underwear was rock hard and the more he looked at Jill the harder and thicker it became.

Jeff, however, had no such problems when it came to girls. His shaft was rigid as wrought iron and he wanted to plunge it into some good, soft cunny as soon as possible.

"Oh, Jeff Sterling, this is a surprise," said Betsy, sitting down next to him. Jeff was known around school as a nice enough guy with a crazy wild streak that sometimes got him into trouble with the vice squad. Fortunately for him his father had piled up a large fortune in the construction industry and was able to bail his son out of trouble before the newspapers got wind of the story.

Rumor had it that Jeff's prick was over a foot long and though she seriously doubted that sort of locker room talk, Betsy wanted to see for herself. "Want a drink?" he asked Betsy, his eyes never leaving her. "Or maybe something else?" The ominous tone of his voice electrified the air. Jill's heart pounded again. Her face felt feverish Jill's heart pounded again. Her face felt feverish as if some sort of poisonous fluid was dancing about inside her skull. "Excuse, me," she said rising from the table. She felt Kevin's eyes burning into her as she walked uncertainly towards the women's bathroom. Her mind slipped to the edge of consciousness and then came back. The fever in her head became the fever in her cunt! Immediately Jill knew what had to be done to assuage the terrible disease that crippled her body. Inside the compartment, Jill quickly shimmied out of her slacks and panties and sat down on the commode propping her spread out legs against the wall. This sex thing is tike a game, she thought I need it, want it, have to have it; and nothing is going to stop me from feeling it and living it She extracted a bone white dildo from her purse and gingerly felt the hard plastic head with her hand. If s a silly game, she realized. And yet a very important one for her. Just as little girls needed their little dolls, little Jill needed her big, white dildo.

She laughed out loud and for a moment she felt all right again. Then the hot itching sensation vibrated inside her juicy interior. She inserted the twelve inch device between the parted lips of her cunny and worked the head back and forth until it slid smoothly up her channel. When its length had filled her sex hole, Jill flicked the button to the

"on" position. "Oooooooo!!!!!!"

The plastic cock jolted the creamy smooth coating of her slit. Her skin seemed reluctant to accept the artificial invader. Her cunt flesh stretched out and away from the dildo's pulsating warmth. But as the electronic message, wiggled through her, a pleasing glow spread through.

Jill arched her hips against the mechanical penis. Her cunt muscles surrounded the device, holding it in place. She now had both hands free to slip under her blouse and work on the pink nipple ends.

"Oh, yess ... so good ... so very good." And it was good to her. To her enraged and troubled soul, the whirring plastic penis felt hot and powerful and exciting inside her quim. She flashed hot and cold against the relentless prick. Her mind swam in the deep waters of her sexual imagination. Her cunny was a ripe luscious orange just plucked from the tree. And the mechanical tool was a razor sharp knife peeling away the skin and slicing into the succulent fruit, gushing and dripping sweet nectar as the blade penetrated to the core.

"Aaaiiieee!!"

Her mound shook furiously against the vibrating dildo trapped inside her channel. She screamed again and pumped her hips back and forth to receive its invisible seed. Her tits blared their alarm of impending pleasure as she punished the dark red nipples with rapid nail flicking movements. She was happy and alive and full of pleasure as the violent sexual waves rolled, one after another.

"Yes! I'm there! Yes! Yes!" she cried out. Then she was coming. The orgasm arrived in all its exquisite pleasure. And her body jerked and humped to the strange sound of its music.

For several seconds Jill was lost within herself. She felt warm and happy once again as the sexual passion was exorcised. And only the incessant pounding on the bathroom door brought her around.

"Christ, Jill you all right?" said Betsy. Her voice came in like an echo off a stone canyon wall. Jill groggily pulled the dildo, now ripe with the smell of her cum, from her hole and stuck it back in her purse. She pulled up her Levi's and with great reluctance opened the door and let in her friend.

"What's going one," Betsy giggled, her playful voice revealing nothing. If she were aware of Jill's experimentation with the drug store dildo, Betsy was not letting on. Perhaps she didn't care. A secret smile spread across her lips. She pulled a marijuana joint from her purse. "Here, have some of this," she offered. "The boys are coming in right quick."

"What!" she nearly shouted. Betsy opened the door and let in Jeff and Kevin before quickly clicking it shut. The marijuana was bad enough and she didn't want the conductor coming around and finding the bathroom occupied by two cheerleaders. They might check my purse, she thought. Her whole world suddenly seemed on the verge of coming undone. They'll find it and smell it. Oh God!

"We're safe," said Betsy after a few minutes. She passed the joint over to Jeff who took two hits before sending it on to Kevin.

Safe or not, Jill wanted nothing to do with Betsy's impromptu party. Marijuana was a very potent sex drug and made boys do crazy things. She had all the sex she needed right in her handbag and she wanted nothing to do with these two boys, especially Kevin. She remembered their lovemaking at the drive-in theater when she had made a fool of herself by pouncing upon his erect penis. That would not happen again, she told herself. She was not going to let her sex drive force her to repeat the humiliating situations of the past. She would not end up in the same degrading way that her mother had, humping father's cock just to satisfy the body's primitive need for sex.

Jeff, however, was one step ahead of Jill.

"What's the matter?" he asked. "Don't you like weed?" He stared at her, his eyes roving over her Voluptuous figure. She watched his eyes sweep over her breasts, down along her slim waist to the flared curve of her hips. Jill had many times experienced this uneasy feeling as men undressed her with their eyes. But never had she been mentally fucked as Jeff was now doing.

Her pulse quickened in their awkward silence. The air was thick with marijuana smoke and the sick-sweet smell of the hemp weed stung her nostrils.

Why is he doing this to me. ... This is not right. He's all over me . . . His eyes are buried inside my hole as if following the path of the dildo!!

Jill wanted anxiously to get out. Her face turned red as a beet with embarrassment. Oh damn, she thought, I'm wet again. And she was. So wet that her panties stuck to her crotch like fly paper. The craven desires of lust enraged her and the recognition of these things made her head seethe with self-loathing and hatred.

It was not Jeff's fault that he admired her body and wanted to assault her sexually. No the problem was hers; she was the one who made normal, everyday men act in such crazy irresponsible ways. A switch inside her brain ignited the self destructive impulse.

Jill withdrew her hand from the door. A demon controlled her body, manipulating her movements, stimulating her senses like a puppeteer.

"Do it... do it," she told herself while the others watched her with the odd, glancing looks reserved for the emotionally disturbed. "Remember how good their hands feel on your tits. Yes, you do want that love stick jamming your cunny again, don't you? It's the only thing that assuages the animal pleasures. A big, thrusting, cum squirting, hard-on pumping home its message of brute delight into your crotch pie."

"Hey, this could be something," said Jeff, passing off the joint as it came around. He wanted to get high all right, but since Jill was already flying on a sex trip, he saw no reason not to jump aboard.

Reaching out and kissing her on the lips, he let his hand brush against the inside of her thigh. Even through the heavy Levi material, he could feel her feminine heat. Her titties pressed against his chest like soft, ripe fruit. The mood of discontent rapidly lifted from her tormented face. And for the first time she actually smiled.

"Hey, you're some tomato, ya know that," he ventured. He kissed her again, plunging his tongue inside her mouth. It lay there for an instant and then her mouth exploded and her tongue came wiggling out of nowhere to jam his mouth.

The words came to her mind in wild bursts that she could not control.

"Yes, I want you ... I want you fucking my cunny ... and right this very minute ... BOTH OF YOU!" she groaned.

"Gang banging, that's the only way," said Jeff. "I told you this would be a fun trip, Kevin. Come on, let's stick it in her. Don't dare keep the young girl waiting." He giggled hysterically, his wretched mind whirling drunkenly from the potent weed.

Kevin was at a loss for words.

Animals, she thought. That's all men are at heart. Sex starved animals who wanted to shove their pricks into her pleasure holes.

She flinched with anxiety. Jeff stood only inches away, his hand massaging the soft flesh of her hip. His hot breath reeked of marijuana and beer. Jeff closed the remaining distance that kept them apart. Oh, dear God, what an I doing? she thought, closing her eyes. Their bodies joined by invisible bonds. The ends of her titties pushed through the fabric of her shirt and into Jeff's chest. His thighs had found the soft, heavenly triangle of her womanhood as the bulge of his cock rested squarely against the mound of her cunt.

Jeff was content to press against her for the time being. Her body shivered with fear under his weight. He loved seeing women scared half out of their mind and he considered pulling the belt out of his pant loops and giving her a quick whipping. She was afraid of him, so afraid that she would do anything he asked as long as he kept up the attack. He felt the eyes of Betsy and Kevin staring him in the back waiting for the next move. Jill was also staring at him. Her eyes flickered as they searched his face, saying in effect, "give me the good fucking that I deserve."

And that's just what you're going to get, sweetheart, his eyes shot back at her. He unzipped his fly and freed his cock. Jill sucked in her breath as the prick leaped out at her. She gripped the walls with her fingernails and averted her eyes. It was a huge cock, every bit as large as rumored. It was a good twelve inches long, with a thick shaft that curved so the wedge-shaped head pointed upward. Her cunt squirted out more lubricant and Jill responded to her body's instinct by spreading her thighs wider apart.

Christ, his prick is going to hurt my hole! she thought. She imagined the sensation of his cock rooting around inside the folds of her cunt. All she could think of was a child strangling on an ice cream cone. His hands came up and unsnapped her Levi's. Oh, I don't want his cock, she cried out silently as her pants fell to the ground. Her panties-came next and Jill, protesting to herself, stepped out of them. He moved on her suddenly, forcing the banana dick in between her legs, the hard shaft rubbing the nub of her clitoris.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!" He rubbed the cock shaft along the groove of her opening, wetting the veiny skin down with her sex lubricant. His hands found their way through her blouse and around the soft globes of her breasts. She was soft and deliciously wet around his shaft, and though she refused to look at him, Jeff knew she was enjoying it as much as he was.

There was not much she could do. The old fires rekindled their warmth inside her pussy as her flesh once again begged for the thrust of a male penis. She moaned softly in Jeff's ear as his hands met at the spinal groove of her back and slid down until they cupped her ass cheeks. She wanted him everywhere at once: his cock in her cunt, his tongue in her mouth and his fingers up her asshole. Her body craved penetration. She flexed her legs and wished something solid was in her slot right this instant! Her cunt was an untended itch within her soul and only a stiff prick could quell the ache with a good, fast scratch!

"Hurry ... please ... do it to me...give me your prick," she babbled, unaware of what she was saying.

Jeff was not sure where he wanted to fuck the girl. He loved the feeling of her wet groove against his tool and he liked the wiggle of her ass cheeks. His finger crept into her bunghole channel. She groaned while he penetrated the tight ring of asshole muscles. He wanted to butt fuck her, but not just yet. Not when her soft pussy lapped at his dick. First things first, he thought. Using her ass cheeks as handles, Jeff lifted Jill off the ground and positioned his cock under her leaking crotch. Gently he returned her to the ground, his prick parting her cunt lips like a high diver neatly cutting the water's surface.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" Jill moaned as he slid into her channel with a soft, sucking sound. He was inside her all the way, and her muscles gripped the shaft tightly, holding the invading prick in place.

'That's wonderful, baby," he told her. "Your velvet cunt fits my cock like a glove." Again he held Jill by her cheeks while he withdrew his member from her greased channel, then forced it back inside her cunt warmth with a sudden bucking of his hips.

"Ooooohhhh!!!!" Jill had never had her cunt stroked against a prick. It was as if she were fucking the cock; as if the living, pulsating thing steeped inside her honey pot was making her work for her pleasure. It felt wonderful, she thought. Her feelings of disgust and self loathing were forgotten. The prick was holding her in rapt attention. Flexing her thighs, Jill jerked away and the thick shaft sucked at her pleasure void as her love channel fought to keep the throbbing stick inside her. Slowly she pulled herself away, enjoying every moment. Pleasure waves rippled from her twat. When she had raised herself up to the cock head, Jill hesitated. The wedge shaped cock pushed against her excited labias and her sweet pussy nectar dripped down around his stem. Oh, how she loved his monster prick inside her, she thought. How enjoyable it would be to surrender herself to his savage fury. But not just yet. Jill bunched her butt muscles and dropped the invading penis.

"Aaaaahhhhhh!!!!" she screamed. The cock jumped to life inside her hole. She felt it jam her pussy like a sword thrust into its scabbard. She closed her eyes and let the glowing warmth spread through her belly.

Jeff could barely control his pent up excitement. Kneeling before the parted thighs of this wanton girl, his dick jammed nicely up her hole, sent his mind blazing. His passion drained from every cell in his body. His semen oozed through his dilated prick hole into her pleasure void. The gentle rocking of the train matched their love strokes, or so it appeared. The entire train was geared to in and out rhythm of their fucking. His powerfully built body seemed too small for the tingling enjoyment he felt. His unbalanced mind teemed with daring thoughts. He wanted to plunge hid prick into her every orifice. How exciting that would get to thrust his tool inside her mouth and feel her spit surround his burning flesh. Or to drive his cock into her ass jelly, the hot, pungent lubricant of her bunghole sucking him up her sacred channel.

Frothy semen churned in his nut sack. This cunt was not going to forget him, he thought. He drew back his hips and rammed Jill's cunny. Her flesh gave into his as his sex thundered into her groove.

"Aaaaiiiieee" she screamed. "Keep sticking my cunt!" And to counter point the urgency, Jill corkscrewed her hips, grinding her sex flower against his manhood. Her mouth was dry and her nostrils flared. The pungent smell of lovemaking filled the tiny compartment. Her lubricant took on a wild, earthy odor, like that of an animal. She loved the smell of her own body. It was a glorious scent that made the adrenaline flow faster, and its dark, rich odor held its own feminine mysteries.

She was aware of the musk like smell which she called womb breath for it always preceded her orgasm. It never ceased to dribble out of her love channel just before the muscles shook themselves into a frenzy.

"Hurry! Do it to me! Do it to me now!" she begged. The pounding of his cock was unbearable. Gathering the remnants of her strength, Jill piston-stroked her hips up and down his shaft.

"Aha!" bubbled Jeff. "Not so fast." Cum boiled in his nut sack, thick as paste. But there was one last thing he wanted to do before shooting his load.

"Kevin!" he commanded. "Fuck her mouth! We're going to get off together."

Jill turned towards Kevin. In her sexual excitement, she had forgotten about him. Now he approached, his cock waving out in front of him like a battering ram. She could not look at his face. Her eyes zoomed in on, the sausage like projectile, the wedge shaped penis face returning her stare with its dilated, black eye.

Oh, don't stick his cock inside my mouth! Jill thought. It was such a lascivious thing to do to her. Her old boy friend forcing her to commit to sexual acts at once. It would have been bad enough for him to be ramming it into my cunny. He must think I'm a terrible tramp to be baring my mouth to his penis. I shouldn't do this. I should scream or push him away. Do something! I know this is wrong and that III be punished for doing it

The surge of Jeff's prick brought her around. He fucked her with fast, jerking thrusts that spread open her pussy lips. Her cunt felt like an overripe orange and Jeff was carefully tearing away the rind so as to reveal the dripping, sweet fruit underneath. Her twat had been pounded into a mush. An oozing sore that ran with pus and slime.

Instinct replaced judgment. She saw the prick and lunged for it, taking the shaft into her mouth. The skin tasted dry and she licked the shaft with generous gobs of spit. She loved the taste of penis meat. She could lick and suck and nibble, and kiss and blow the hardened shaft and it would never grow mushy and soft like her cunt. Kevin humped her face with short, quick thrusts. She could tell he was nervous and perhaps afraid that he would not be able to ejaculate in time.

The sensation of two cocks driving into her at the same time was terribly exciting. Jill grabbed hold of Kevin's ass cheeks and steadied his humping. She guided him in and out so his shaft received the full benefit of her sucking lips.

Kevin held her face steady while he thrust. He bucked his hips so the shaft darted straight out then turned upward in her mouth.

This is for you, sweetheart, he told himself. The surprising warmth of her mouth heated his cock. He felt her squirm under his relaxed stroking and this only excited him more. This was a hundred times better than a blow job. He was actually forcing his dick into her mouth, making her take it in and swirl the bulging head with her hot spit. He loved the way her face bobbed back and forth, up and down while he entered her. And the sensation in his nuts was something else. They throbbed and ached and demanded release. The boiling semen churned inside his nut sack like hot, melted butter and then suddenly his precious fluid was flowing to the base of his penis. Kevin was surprised, he was going to cum after all!

Jeff, as if by signal, was also ready. "Come on, baby, this is it! My juice is here!" he screamed. His hips jackhammered her cunt, forcing prick meat to the deepest recesses of her womb. Jill drifted off into a dream, the two pricks played tug of war with her body. Her sacred womb juice spurted everywhere as her flesh was penetrated again and again by the two male spears.

Her body trembled with anticipation. She knew her orgasm was close. It thundered in her cunt and in her mouth. Her organs constricted as the pleasure from her sexing seeped into her nervous system, 'ready to overcharge her fragile circuts with jolts of electricity.

Oh, yes, God, please! Wash me with your cum. Spray my cunt and my face with your sticky, white paste! Jill's flesh throbbed and ached. Every atom of her body screamed out for sexual release. The brute force of the male cocks overwhelmed her. She wanted to eat and lick and suck and gulp and fuck their juice until it released her from the bounds of womanhood.

"Cumming! Jesus Christ, look at that! I'm cumming right now," rejoiced Kevin. His discharge had trickled into the prick head. He felt the ugly head rear back and spit its sticky load down her throat. Her mouth clamped on to the shaft. "That's right! Milk it, baby!" he screamed. "Milk my cock!"

And while his cum dampened the fires inside her stomach, Jill felt a second fiery explosion between her legs. The mushy cunt lips surrounded the trapped penis and clamped down.

"Aaaiiieee!!" said Jeff, his prick lodged in the middle of her sex furnace. "Cumming!!" The semen shot from his prick gun into her flesh. Fitfully at first, then with greater intensity, Jill pistoned her hips dragging the spurting shaft against her channel walls. She was convulsed with the sudden combination of pain and ecstasy that she hadn't known was possible.

"AAAAHHHHHH, GOOOOOOOD!" her mind screamed out. Jet after jet of foaming cum filled her mouth and her cunt. Her feelings of self loathing passed. The pleasures of sex erased any lingering guilt she might have had. The warm glow of cock cream spread through her, cleaning her mind like a psychic sponge.

She could not tell where the prick climaxing in her mouth ended and where the prick in her cunt began. For both seemed joined into one unbroken train, a steady rhythm battering her body.

Her insides filled with jism. And then she felt Jeff's cock softening and slipping out of her cunt Her legs buckled underneath and she fell to the floor. Kevin had finished his climax, but he kept his member inside her mouth until the very last minute. Jill opened her eyes in time to see the penis retreat from her face. The prick flopped out but a single strain of cum still cemented his prick with her parted lips.

She slowly slumped down to the floor and stared with open, disbelieving eyes up at the compartment ceiling. The whole room seemed to swirl in soft, rotating light. And then and only then did her face break out into a smile reflecting the relief and inner pleasure she felt