Chapter 1
The train began to roll slightly, heaving its huge bulk forward along the glistening tracks and then rocking from side to side, giving the seated passengers a sense that the platform itself was waving and undulating as well as their first taste of what would be two weeks of steady motion.
It was six o'clock in the morning and raining heavily, a steady downpour that cascaded off the sides of the streamlined cross country train. The windows had practically become opaque but the passengers did not seem to mind the weather, warm and dry in their overheated seats.
One last passenger leaped on the train, looking more like a hobo than a paying customer. His bag, an ancient comical Gladstone, was little the worse for the rain but the rest of his outfit was becoming increasingly amorphous and soggy under the relentless downfall.
"Shit, it was right here, somewhere," the man stated to a suspicious conductor. "Yeah, this is it. I know it's postdated, but you cart check with the trainmasters."
"You sure about this ticket?" the conductor asked again, wondering why it had to happen on his shift.
"Now look here," the passenger said, his voice growing deep and somewhat threatening. "If you want to jeopardize your job over a lousy ticket it's all right with me."
"I didn't say that," the conductor answered, cowed but still suspicious. "Come on aboard. I guess they'll get you sooner or later if you're riding free."
"That shows admirable tact and a nice kind of judgment," the customer answered with a smile. "Now pick up this portmanteau and lead me to a seat. I'm bushed."
"Yeah, we're just about ready to leave," the conductor concurred. "Come on, you're right over here somewhere."
Roger Moret followed the conductor to his seat. It was in the second class compartment, but that could not be helped. When you were on the chase you took what you could get. Besides, things were pretty free and easy on a train and he'd get his chance to mingle sooner or later.
Now Roger was parked in his seat, on the aisle beside a young housewife and an older woman. He could see the good wife's man standing out in the rain, letting it soak him to the skin. He must have loved his wife a lot, Roger guessed, amused by the notion of fidelity.
Ten minutes later the train was pulling out of the station. The sun had emerged as much as it was likely to and it promised to be an absolutely miserable day as they headed west. Still, it was possible for the fast train to outrun the weather, perhaps a little later in the day.
Roger leaned back in his seat and then examined his ticket again. He had to hand it to good old Johnny boy. Not too many people could convert and recycle an old railroad ticket that well. Even the battle hardened conductor had swallowed it with a minimum of distrust.
Now he was heading west, Roger told himself, with no money at all and fewer prospects. He didn't know a soul in California, had never been west of Ohio, but that would work itself out in time. The thing was that he was gone, out on the road, and away from the site of his problems.
"Do you mind if I smoke, Madam?" he asked his two neighbors. "No? That's good. Say, do either of you have a match? I seem to have left mine at home."
"I think I have one somewhere," the young wife answered. "I don't smoke myself but I always carry a match or two for my husband. I guess I won't need it now."
Roger accepted the light and then looked the young woman straight in the eye. She was a nice looking piece, he told himself, young, well built and evidently more innocent than a girl could afford to be in this time and place. Yes, she would certainly bear close examination.
However, his other neighbor was not quite so friendly and Roger realized that he would have to take it easy on the ugly old bag. She was just the type to complain to the conductor if she suspected something. Yeah, he would have to win her over or keep the hag at arm's length.
"How about you?" Roger suggested to the old woman. "If you don't want me to smoke here I can put it off for awhile. I smoke too much anyway. It'll kill me someday."
"I don't doubt it," the old woman answered directly, cutting her words short. "But go ahead. I'll be asleep soon anyway. What a miserable, relentless kind of weather."
Roger pulled a slightly wet cigarette from his pack and then let the housewife light it for him. Obviously the woman was already fascinated by his ready smile and friendly voice. Sometimes it was just too easy but then again, he was going to have to be mighty careful on this particular ride.
An hour later the sky was as murky as ever, but the train was rolling steadily along and most of the tension of the morning had disappeared. Some of the passengers were sleeping and some were heading for the dining car, while still others were walking around looking for some form of amusement.
It would be easy to find a card game, Roger told himself, later in the day, but that would have to wait for a while. He had passed the first ticket inspection but there would be another and until then it was best for him to lay low and make himself as inconspicuous as possible.
In the meantime, Roger had continued to make friends with Nannette, the young housewife who had found him so fascinating from the moment he had boarded. Yes, it was going to get interesting in another hour or two, when the lights were out and his privacy assured.
Roger had eaten dinner with the young woman, who was not only a wife but a mother of two. Nan, as he was calling her already, was on the way to visit her parents who had just moved to Arizona. It would be their first reunion in a year and the girl was obviously thrilled and elated over the prospect.
After dinner, Roger had excused himself and taken a walk to the smoking car. He felt more comfortable in an all male atmosphere and in any case, needed a few minutes to count over his resources and plan his strategy for the future. It had not been cheap treating the woman to dinner and now his funds were growing pitifully low.
Roger sat down next to an ongoing card game, wondering if this was the time for him to join in the action. He had enough money for a few hands and if his luck was good it might solve all the young man's problems. Still, failure would put him even further up the creek.
It was a card game that had driven Roger out of his hometown and now he felt wary of repeating the procedure. Damn, it, he thought to himself, if only he hadn't bragged so much over his winnings perhaps his so called friend wouldn't have ratted on him the way he had.
Imagine, he asked himself with great indignation. There he was, winning happily, when that bastard Richie had to say all that shit about him and Parker's wife. Well, he had got out with his bones intact but he had also had to abandon the kitty and run away with hardly a buck in his pocket.
He missed Judy already, if not her muscle-bound barely anthropoid husband. The girl had been putting out for him for months, even acceding to his occasional demands for a gambling stake. Yes, she was financing her husband's downfall, bankrolling Roger, who had intended to bleed him dry.
Well, that was all over now, he told himself. His name was mud back in Cherry Hills and someday he would bet even with that bastard Richie. In the meantime, he had to think of the present, which was bleak at best. Somehow he had to find a way to get some money together.
There were a million possibilities, but for once in his life, Roger felt a twinge of morality hindering his actions. At the age of twenty-two he was already an accomplished gigolo and a fair card shark. However, it was time for him to move up to the big Con, find a way to line his pockets so that they would stay full for a good long time.
Roger had dropped out of night school as soon as his father had abandoned him. Somebody had to support his mother and the kids, at least until the good looking but undereducated woman found herself another husband. Thus, it had been imperative for Roger to truncate his education.
However, the lad had learned a few things in school that had later stood him in good stead. His grammar and voice were excellent and his sense of calculation had been honed into a fine instrument. Other aspects of education had continued to leave the young man cold and unaffected.
Roger walked back to his part of the train, bypassing the inviting card games altogether. He still had almost a hundred dollars and that should be enough to get him to the west coast. Later on, when he was sure of his place on the train, he would see what sheep were there for the shearing.
It was dark along the corridor and Roger was strongly tempted to try a little late night pocket work. He had started out as a shoplifter and pickpocket but that was behind him now. Richie may have meant him no good, but his advice had been sound nonetheless. Always move up, he had said, never go back to something you've already mastered.
As long as that was the case, Roger swore that there would be no petty crime. He had to be on the train for another five or six days and if anything was missing and passengers started to be questioned or searched, he was going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble, innocent or guilty.
Soon he was back in his car, looking around for the appropriate berth. Roger felt a childlike sense of excitement being in a sleeper car. It was like something out of an old movie. Everybody seemed to go by airplane in the modern world but a train was much more exciting and human.
"Oh, dear, I am sorry," he apologized after pulling the curtain of Nan's berth open. "I can't seem to find my own sleeper. In fact, I don't think they gave me one. Oh well, maybe I'll go back to the smoking car. It'll be fun to sit up all night and wait for the sun to rise."
"Don't be silly," Nan whispered hoarsely. "You can take the berth right under me. It's completely empty. Come on, I won't bite you, I promise that."
"All right, but I hate to spoil your reputation," Roger answered. "You know how people talk on trains. Well, maybe they'll all think I'm your husband or something."
Roger knew that it was not going to take long to get into the lovely little housewife. Nan had been impressed by his boyish charm from the first and he had to admit that she was the best looking number he had yet seen on the train, certainly worthy to keep him amused for a couple of cold nights.
Roger started a conversation and soon had the woman totally fascinated. Making her do all the talking, he soon found her interests and dislikes and he played with them skillfully. It was ironic that the thing that worked best on the woman was talking about her children.
"I just can't believe that your husband would let you go on your own," Roger insisted. "A beautiful woman like you on this train. There's all sorts of characters around."
"To tell the truth, I'm just as glad to be alone for a while. Things have been so dull at home this year."
Roger kept talking to the woman until she was too sleepy to resist. He then climbed up to the woman's berth, ostensibly for another light. This was the moment he had been waiting for, his chance to get laid. Well, it looked like the woman was just about ready to put out for him.
Roger hoisted himself up onto the berth and then took the woman in his arms, shaking the match until it was only glowing. Nan resisted him a little at first but he could see the look in the girl's eyes. It was a shame to deceive her husband, but that was really none of his concern.
Nan allowed herself to be kissed, asking herself if she had expected it all along. This tall young man had put her under a spell and she was reacting to him in a way that should have been buried in her past. She was a married woman now but that didn't seem to matter much.
Roger was fuDy dressed, but his new mistress was wearing only a flimsy nightgown. He could feel the woman's breasts pressing against his muscular chest as he shot his tongue into her mouth. Yes, she was hot as a firecracker, ready to go all the way with him. It was going to be a good night after all, if she continued to react so passionately.
Roger kicked off his shoes and then pulled his shirt over his head, not bothering to undo the buttons. Yes, this woman was feeling guilty and the sooner he fucked her the better. Afterwards she would forget her morality, just as he had done so many times in the recent past.
Roger reached down and began to fondle Nan's breasts, feeling her nipples stand up free and proud under his insistent manipulations. Yes, the girl had a fantastic body, big tits, big ass, slender shapely legs. Her face was pretty too, but he couldn't see it anymore. The only light was that of the stars shining weakly through the wet window.
Nan was quivering in the handsome stranger's arms, wondering how it had all happend to her so fast. She certainly had had no intention of letting herself get seduced on the way to seeing her parents but it was happening now and she wanted it. No point trying to fool herself about that.
She wrapped her arms around the handsome stranger, who was now completely naked. Two seconds later she could feel her nightgown being pulled up over her head. The man was graceful and strong as well as sexy. Yes, he was going to fuck her for real, make love to her in a new and exciting way.
She felt a warm mouth closing over her nipples and knew that she could resist no longer. There was no point in that either. If she was going to put out for the man she might as well try to enjoy herself. Later on, when she had a few minutes to think she would make some sort of decision.
Nan felt her body moving of its own volition and then she was able to forget her husband completely. He had never made love to her properly, coming home from work tired and drawn. Well, it was about time she enjoyed herself in life, about time that she took on a new lover.
Roger took things slow and easy, his victory already assured. He kissed the woman's nipples until they had turned hard and red and puckered and only then did he reach down and begin to caress the rest of her magnificent young body. It was indeed hard to believe that she could have mothered two children but he was not about to ask any more questions.
Roger slid his hand down the girl's body and then finally made contact with her cunt. Nan smelled warm and clean and healthy, a perfect little mistress, especially considering his strapped circumstances. Yes, she was going to show him a hell of a good time before the night had ended.
Then Roger worked his finger into the girl's pussy, knowing that she could object no longer. Two seconds later he could feel Nan stretching her arm down timidly, still palpitating, now reaching for his cock and balls. Yes, she was showing a good deal of willingness early in their relationship, showing him that she had a fantastic potential for sex.
He shoved two fingers into Nan's twat and then twirled them slowly, taking it easy, not wanting to frighten or overwhelm the girl. She had played fair with him and now he was going to fuck her in a way that she would never forget. He had perfect self confidence on that score.
Nan touched her lover's sex and felt a jolt of electricity surging through her healthy young body. They were close to the same age and Roger was a physical type she had always found irresistible. The man's prick was throbbing in her hand but soon it would be placed in a more strategic site.
Roger felt his prick getting harder and harder under Nan's gentle caresses. The woman was really melting in his hands, ready for anything. It would be nice to have her blow him but that could wait for awhile, until she had come a few times and would be too tired and stimulated to object.
Roger didn't want to get himself stimulated too quickly. No, as long as he thought of himself as a gigolo and womanizer, he had to be careful about that. You had to make the woman come first. Only then could you even begin to think about your own pleasure.
He mounted Nan without further hesitation and could see that the woman had closed her eyes. He could see Nan's body a little better now, her skin looking nacreous in the half light. Her tits were jiggling slightly and her hips were gently undulating as she prepared herself to be fucked.
Roger smiled to himself as he worked his prick slowly towards the woman's already dripping pussy. Yes, this was what they both wanted and Nan was being a good sport about it. At no time had the woman bullshitted him or tried to pull a moral number. She was all right and there was no way he was going to mistreat Nan at that juncture.
The miles were still clicking by and Roger realized that this would be the first time he had ever got laid on a moving train. Well, it was one more experience that would stand him in good stead. Besides that, it looked like he and Nan were compatible, to state the case mildly.
Roger worked his prick into Nan's dripping fuck box and then the fun began. His cock, seven inches of hard male meat, was pounding with lust, the blood racing into its vessels. He could feel his heart beating fast but knew he would have no problem controlling his lust.
Nan opened her eyes a few seconds later, realizing that there was no need to be bashful. The stranger had his prick deep into her pussy already and she didn't even know his last name. That was exciting but it was nothing compared to the strong physical sensations she was starting to feel.
She let the man put his cock all the way into her pussy, unconsciously comparing it to her husband's weapon. Jim was well hung but this stranger had him beat by inches. Yes, his prick could barely fit inside her but as long as he continued to be gentle that would be no problem at all.
A few seconds later she began to move with her lover. Nan had always enjoyed sex, even before her marriage, but now she was with a new kind of lover. There was something professional about the man's approach, as if he had thought it all out in advance and knew exactly what he wanted to do. It was a strange feeling about which she could only be ambivalent.
However, there was no denying that the man was turning her on, Nan told herself. He was still leaving his cock buried to the hilt in her warm pussy but now he was moving it from side to side, rotating the big shaft in a way that was bringing her dangerously close to an orgasm.
Then Roger started to fuck the woman more vigorously, realizing that Nan could handle anything he chose to deal out to her. Yes, she was healthy all right, with a tight elastic cunt and tits that never seemed to quit. Maybe this time it would not be so easy to keep his passion in check.
Roger withdrew his prick a few inches and then worked it in again, noting that it was coated with a warm film of the woman's fragrant pussy juice. They were just inches from the other sleeping passengers and would have to be quiet and hope that it did not detract from their sexual delight.
However, Nan seemed to know if" too, in fact that woman seemd to know a hell of a lot for an innocent housewife. Well, women could surprise you that way, he reasoned. They tended to be more instinctive than men, even ones who had been ruined by years of childbirth and housework.
Soon the two lovers had established a common rhythm. Roger felt himself growing inordinately fond of Nan. She did not fool around in bed, didn't try to play any games with him. No, this woman knew exactly what she wanted and she was not at all shy about getting it. That was one thing they had in common.
Roger pulled back slightly and then slid his hands under Nan's ass. The soft buttocks yielded to his fingers and then bounced back again, hard and firm and muscular. It was almost impossible to resist sticking one finger into that moist little asshole. The woman might mind at first but soon she would see that it could only add to her growing pleasure.
Nan did not protest for a second. She was very close to celebrating her orgasm now and nothing the stranger did could change that. He had turned her on so well that she now trusted him completely. Besides, it felt damned good trying out something new in bed for once in her frustrated life.
. Roger had the woman just where he wanted her at that point. She was moaning softly and holding him tight, wrapping her surprisingly strong arms around his back. Her blonde hair was pasted to his body with sweat and the woman was beginning to get stiff and sore inside. It was a sure bet that she would come in no more than a few seconds.
Roger buried his prick in the girl's twat once again knowing that he didn't have to do much more for her. Nan was showing herself to be a real natural in bed, a woman who could take care of her own sexual needs. That was the kind of woman he had always preferred for as long as he could remember.
Nan began to move faster and more passionately, trying desperately to get her lover to fuck her harder. She felt all the familiar signs of an impending orgasm. Her limbs, seemed to be made of lead but she kept moving, knowing that it would all be over for her in just a few more seconds.
The girl felt Roger putting his hand over her mouth as her orgasm began. That made the whole thing even more exciting. What she was doing was wrong and immoral but that didn't matter. For the first time in five years she was enjoying herself in bed and that was the only important thing.
Then Nan blacked out completely as her orgasm began. She felt her cunt contracting around the thick shaft of her lover's cock and then the juices were pouring out of her body. One spasm followed another until the girl lost count, completely submerged in the moment of release, that he had mastered the situation completely. It would be nice to have a little mistress like Nan on the long lonely journey and because she was married the woman could not possibly make any demands on his time or fidelity.
Now it was time for Roger to start thinking about his own pleasure. He had loved making the girl come and now his prick was throbbing wildly, the come moving up from his balls and clamoring for release. In a few seconds he would be ready to fill Nan's cunt with a load of hot scum.
He began to fuck the woman hard and fast, forgetting his self control altogether. Yes, she was turning him on all right, as few other women had ever been able to do. Nan was different all right and he was not going to use her for anything other than sex, no matter how low his funds sank.
Roger shoved his prick in again and again until he could feel Nan's cunt beginning to dry out. The come was gathered in the tip of his prick and one more good thrust would bring him over the hill. He was tired but that hardly mattered at that late stage of the game.
Then Roger felt himself coming, felt the scum shooting out of his prick with all the force and violence of a cannon salvo. He filled the woman's cunt with three separate streams of sperm and then left his prick inside her, perfectly willing to start all over again.
Two hours later, Roger felt that he had been satisfied in every regard. He was tired and sleepy and physically done in but now Nan was curled in his arms, sleeping like a child. He had satisfied the woman completely and she had done one hell of a job returning the favor.
As long as that was the case, he might as well be good to the woman and try to keep her reputation spotless. Roger disengaged his arms from those of his young mistress and then gathered his clothes and got into the lower berth. They must be somewhere in western Pennsylvania, he told himself, far away from the site of his recent difficulties.