Chapter 8
Slowly Nicole made her way up and over the edge of the bed. She giggled happily as Roger pulled her the rest of the way over him. She smiled as he kissed her lips and she pushed him backward on to the gently swaying bed that rocked with the rhythm of the moving train.
"I don't know what your parents are going to think of me," he said. "Getting you involved in all this danger."
"Not to mention the dirty stuff," she laughed, quietly, slithering her darling, pink tongue between his teeth and fluttering her succulent lips over his. "Don't worry, darling," she whispered erotically. "They just love all american heros!"-
He groaned with a mixture of passion and distate for her description of him and wrapped his arm around her warm, trembling body.
She sighed contently as he cupped her soft, spongy breasts with his hands. Tenderly he squeezed and kneaded her aching mounds, quivering with anticipation Under the sheer fabric of her nightie.
She rocked from side to side as she felt his mouth searching killing hers, their loving tongues entwining passionate as his eager fingers slithered down over her belly to the short hem of her gown. She gasped as he slipped his hand underneath the short outfit and danced his fingers over her bare inner thighs and her damp, naked pussy.
"Ohhh, darling," she moaned happily. "This is going to be an even better train ride than before!"
He chuckled wickedly and slithered his fingers up and down along her throbbing pussy lips. The moist, fluttering petals seemed to spring to life under his urgent attention and she sighed softly, rocking her pussy back and forth over the seeking digits "Ahh, you're such a sweet, sweet girl," he whispered, his mouth kissing her creamy, elegant neck. "I love the way you get warm and moist at a moment's notice!"
She giggled happily and slithered her fingers down over his naked chest and underneath the waistband of his pajama bottoms. His semi-erect prick grew hard as a rock as she curled her fingers around it and he moaned in pleasure as she gripped it tightly in her slender fingers and gave it a loving squeeze.
He took his free hand and pushed her nightie up to her shoulders, baring her luscious, creamy globes. Gently he rolled the palm of his hand back and forth over the delicious spheres, thrilling to the way they jiggled enticingly under his caress and the tiny, pink nipples grew as stiff as two pebbles when his palm rode over them.
She shivered and sighed and pressed her body tightly to his. He squeezed her sweet boob roughly in his hand and ran his mouth over her creamy, moist flesh, lifting the precious tit to his lips and kissing it greedily.
"Oh, I love it when you kiss my breasts," she cooed with pleasure. "I just love that!"
He rolled his tongue over a single, quivering nipple and sucked the sweet stone into his mouth. He chewed hungrily on her warm, luscious flesh and lathered the tender bud with his harsh, seeking dart.
She gasped in delight and began to pump her sweet, soft fingers up and down on his hard prick, pulling it from left to right, making him groan and sigh with every determined stroke she took.
Slowly his other hand began to make lazy circles around her palpitating pussy lips. The soft, pliant petals parted and came together against his sliding digits and the moist, creamy juice of her desire quickly coating his urgent fingers with a thick film of her love.
"That's it, darling, that's it," she whispered in his ear, bucking her hot womb against his hand. "Oooo, that feels so good, Roger! That feels so good!"
Gently he parted the creamy folds of flesh and slithered his fingers inside of her. She groaned in delight and bucked her pussy hard against the invading spears. He rolled them back and forth against the taut, hot walls of her pussy and gentle spasms of pleasure rippled through her loins in a frenzy of delight.
She drove her tiny hand up and down on his cock, faster and faster and he bucked wildly under her riding digits as he pumped his fingers steadily in and out of the hot, wet cave.
"Ohh, yeah, baby, oh, yeah," he groaned as her lovely little hand powered along the length of his aching, throbbing prick. "That's how you do it, that's how you do it so well! Ohhh, fucking yeah!"
She giggled happily, rolling her pussy back and forth over his driving fingers, bucking her precious little ass up and down on the narrow bed as his mouth lathered and kissed her throbbing tits.
Urgently she forced his hard, aching cock between her legs. She felt the thrill of his burning, thick head pressing against her thigh and she frantically pushed his hand out of the way and pulled his hard meat to the entrance of her burning tunnel.
"Put it in me, now, Roger," she begged loudly. "Put you cock in me now, darling, right now!"
He laughed with delight and gently parted her throbbing, swollen petals of passion. She gasped as she felt the stiff, massive spear slithering past her damp, trembling flesh, slowly grinding its way deeper into the taut, narrow chamber of her luscious womb.
He groaned as he felt her strong, urgent cunt muscles locking around his invading shaft. The working organs gripped him tightly and seemed to pull his prick along, sucking more and more of him inside.
Slowly he drove the length of his pounding shaft to the depths of her darling cave and lay there for a moment, his chest pressing hard against her creamy, soft breasts, his mouth kissing her deeply.
"Fuck me, Roger," she moaned passionately, thrusting her hips against his buried cock. "Fuck me, Roger, fuck me hard!"
He moaned with pleasure and slithered his prick three-quarters of the way out of her. He rocked from side to side then gently slid it back along her taut, hot tunnel. She moaned in delight and thrust her cunt tightly against him. Gently he began to pump the huge, hot spear in and out of her pussy with increasing speed.
She threw her legs up over his shoulders and rolled on her back, giving him all the room he needed to attack her willing cave. He rose up on his knees and drove the stiff, quaking cock in and out of the steaming pit with a wild frenzy of agonized desire.
Harder and harder he slammed his eager meat into her luscious pit. She screamed in delight and pleasure with each powerful stroke he took, her darling body shuddering uncontrollably as he rammed into her again and again.
Back and forth the riding shaft plunged to the depths of her slippery, steaming hole. His balls were slapping against her wildly and his legs trembled with. the intensity of the sensations that their fucking was giving him.
The heat of their excited bodies filled the room and sound of screaming passion that was driving through them made them gasp and moan with aching delight. Harder and harder they drove at each other, the frenzied power of their love and passion turning the small compartment into a holocaust of lust.
Nearer and nearer they came to the moment of aching agony. She shook violently and rocked and moaned. She drove her darling cunt hard against his throbbing manhood, thrilling to the powerful way it seemed to fill her aching pussy completely.
"I'm going to come, I'm going to come," she screamed, feeling the pain of the hot moment arriving, "I'm going to come right now darling, right now!"
"Darling, darling, Nicole," he groaned, his voice tight and husky with the agony and desire of his approaching release.
"Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus," he gasped and the fiery heat seared his loins. "We're going to come together, darling," he cried out in passion. "We're coming together so good right now!"
Suddenly there was a screaming flame that licked wickedly at their pounding organs. Both of their loins burst with a rippling explosion of delight. The thick, aching rivers of passion began to spill out of them. Their throbbing bodies were being flooded with wave upon wave of delicious pleasure. They rocked and bucked, shaking the tiny compartment even more than the rolling sway of the moving train did.
Again and again they slammed together, as the undulating spasms of pleasure continued to assault them. They locked their arms around each other tightly, driving their flesh together over and over as he spurt fiery blasts of thick come from his engorged prick that mixed and entwined with the steaming rivers of liquid love that were bursting from her own, overflowing womb. Again and again they attacked each other. They thought of nothing now, not the painful, frightening events of the past, nor what might happen to them in the future. Nothing mattered at this moment except the wonderful, lovely warmth was that searing their loins and overwhelming them with its power and passion and the exquisite fact of their passion for each other.
Outside, the train sped on into the night, its whistle echoing their contented cries of pleasure and love as it headed on toward their final spasms and new beginnings.