Chapter 2
Roger woke up in the morning before the other passengers, listening carefully to hear some sign of life from his new mistress. Eventually, he pulled the curtain aside and looked in on Nan, seeing that she was still sleeping peacefully, enjoying the slumber of the innocent and prosperous, something he had rarely been able to achieve in life.
Roger dressed himself quickly, remembering his promise not to get the girl in trouble. She probably didn't know a soul on the train but still, there were all sorts of gossips around and it was always possible that things would get back to the woman's husband.
Ten minutes later, Roger was in the breakfast car. They were somewhere in Ohio at that point and the storm had cleared. The sun was shining and the fields were golden and iridescent with their coating of dew. Another man would have found it inspiring but it left Roger indifferent.
Roger sat down and polished off a large breakfast, finding the food on the train far better than he had expected. It was still rather early and he was the only passenger in the dining room but that was all just as well. It would be smart to continue lying low for the next two or three days.
Roger finished his meal and then decided to take another walk around the train. Once again he faced the temptation of a little second story work but that simply had to be resisted. No, he was after big game on this trip and that meant that he had to suppress his instinct for petty crime.
To Roger's surprise, there was still a card game going on in the smoking car. Some of the men looked like they had been there for the entire night and others appeared to have slipped away from their sleeping wives, hoping to get in a little action before being recalled to usual duties.
Roger took a seat next to the main table, asking a few questions about the stakes. Gambling was illegal and the men were getting around it by using chips and markers and some complicated arithmetic. It would be fun and educational just to sit there and watch for awhile.
But then the inevitable invitation was extended and Roger decided to take a chance. Nobody was winning or losing very big and his luck had been good so far on the voyage. He might lose his hundred on two or three hands but what the hell, a hundred dollars was hardly worth thinking about these days.
Roger brushed his long auburn hair out of his eyes, wondering if he was due for a shave. Still, the game was friendly and nobody was looking him askance. Probably they thought he was a student on the way home for his spring holiday. Maybe they even thought they were going to fleece him a little, something which made it hard to keep from smiling.
Roger dealt first and chose seven cards, ace in the hole. It was a low money game with two chances to win and it would keep him going for at least long enough to get his bearings. There were four other men in the game and he had to figure out their styles of play on the double.
Roger dealt three cards down and then two over, saying that they would bet on all proceeding cards. He looked around the table before examining his own hand, wanting to see if anybody was trying to cheat or chisel. So far it looked like a completely honest game but you could never tell.
He had a king of spades in his hand and a red six and a black three. Two kings were showing and Roger had to repress his smile. He wasn't cheating yet but it might be hard to convince his playing partners of that. If things continued he was going to get both halves of the pot.
The stakes were nothing rich but Roger had to downplay the betting to make sure that nobody thought he was jacking up the stakes. Besides, there was still a chance he could lose. The man to his right was showing queens and a big grin. Maybe the salesman had a little something in reserve.
Now six cards were down and Roger had his three kings and nothing else. Half his bankroll was out on the table and it was only he and the salesman and one other on the last card. Well, he could bet freely now, let the others raise and call at their discretion. Yes, the game was going his way a lot earlier than he had dared let himself expect.
Roger bet another five dollars and estimated that there was at least one-hundred-fifty down on the table. Half the pot would have been good but the whole thing was going to make his fortune. It was the highest stake so far in the game and it looked like he was home free.
"Three kings, black one in the hole," he announced after being called. "Do I get it all or what?"
"Shit, two pair and nothing down," the third man answered. "I should have gotten out three cards ago."
"You got me, too," the salesman answered. "But lay them down. Come on, give us a look."
Roger did as he was told, watching with delight as a look of disgust and disappointment creased the faces of his opponents. Yes, he had cleaned up on the first hand and now they were suspicious of him. That was well grounded but he wasn't going to have to cheat after that initial victory.
Roger continued to play for the next hour, his luck diminishing a little at a time. He could have sworn that the salesman was playing false, either using a marked deck or dealing off the bottom. Still, as long as he wasn't losing it was all right to let the man make his killing.
Eventually Roger was certain that the salesman was after their wallets. The fat man was sweating and trying to smile, but he had raised everyone's suspicions now and didn't know what to do about it. The other three players were losing heavily and the game was going to end soon.
Roger cursed to himself. It was all right to cheat a little but this asshole was ruining it for everybody including himself. He was going to intimidate the other players and then there would be nobody to con. Well, it was high time that he did something to redress justice in the gambling car.
He had no marked deck with him, but that did not bother Roger for a minute. It was his deal and he chose high-low, another game where the pot would be split. If things worked right, he could deal the fat man good enough cards to make him bet and hopefully lose both sides of the action.
The thing to do was set somebody else up low and take the high pool himself. That way nobody could really accuse him of cheating and he would be able to resuscitate the finances of his potential backers. Yes, he had to act quickly before he lost the deal for another round.
Roger shuffled the deck carefully, keeping up a good patter. The other players were too intimidated to notice a thing but the salesman was watching him closely. So far the man had not seen a thing. He was feeling pretty cocky about his winnings, for the time being at least.
Roger dealt two cards down and one over, giving the salesman just enough to keep him in the game. One player dropped out immediately and that made the cards even easier to manipulate. Yes, he had things under control now, was about to topple the salesman from his smug position of command, con the man in a way he would never forget.
Roger dealt two more open cards and then the bidding started to get heavy. There were three of them in the game now: he, the fat man and the biggest loser. Things could not have worked out better. He was sitting on top of the world, all ready to fleece his newest deserving pigeon.
Now the cards were out and Roger knew exactly where everybody stood. He had a full house but only a pair of queens was showing. He was still ahead and that meant that the fat man must have thought he was bluffing. Well, the bastard would find out the contrary in just a few moments.
Final bets were in and the three men put their fists in the center of the table. The big loser declared now, Roger high and the salesman both ways. It was a tense moment and they had a real audience now. The other games had come to a hal t and Roger knew that he was now the center of attention.
He bet once more and then called, figuring that it would be best not to soak the man too badly. The salesman could always quit but he wanted to take his money a little at a time. It would teach the man a good lesson and that way the money could be spread around carefully and believably.
As expected, the bet split right up the middle. Roger was two hundred dollars ahead now and the salesman had lost a lot of ground. He demanded another hand, grabbing the cards suspiciously to see if they were marked. Roger smiled at his unknowing accomplice, his face positively angelic. The real fun was just getting underway.
An hour and a half later the gain screeched to a halt. They were in Lima, Ohio now and had to break up the game for the nonce. Roger gathered his winnings and then threw the salesman a wink. The man might as well know that he had been taken now and that it was too late for him to act on it.
Roger had won over two hundred dollars which went a long way towards allaying his financial worries. It was chicken feed, of course, but then again he had another three or four days to improve on it. For the moment he was being hungry and now he could finally afford to eat like a human being.
Nan was in the lunch car and Roger hastened to join her apologizing immediately for sneaking out on the woman. Nan was rather distant and suspicious at first but Roger let her in on the secret of his winnings and soon she could no longer repress her curiosity. It was futile to deny that the handsome young man had her fascinated, eating out of his hand.
Roger picked up the check rather grandiloquently and then offered to take Nan on a walk out to the observation car. She accepted readily but refused to let him take her hand. She was still worried about her reputation, even now with almost five hundred miles between herself and her family.
The rest of the day passed rather pleasantly. There were all sorts of people to talk to but Roger was more than happy to spend his time with Nan. The girl was as intelligent as she was attractive and now that he had a grubstake he could talk to her with a clear conscience.
Then it was time to hit the sack. They were in Kansas now and most of the train had already call it a night. There was a big game going on in the smoking car but Roger figured he would sit it out. What the hell, he had his money and the girl was obviously dying to put out for him again.
This time there was no ambiguity about what they were going to do. Nan got into her berth and then held the crutch aside so that Roger could join her. She was naked in a matter of seconds, giving Roger his first good look at her body, no longer shy about her adultery.
Roger looked long and hard, delighted by everything he was seeing. The woman was fresh and young and lovely, a perfect little mistress. He got out of his own clothing in record time, being careful not to make a sound. It was always possible that somebody or other was spying on them.
Nan was full of questions about his gambling technique but Roger kept quiet about it, figuring that it would be dangerous for both of them if Nan knew his secrets. He liked the girl a hell of a lot and there was no reason to get her involved in his shady dealings if it could be avoided.
Roger took Nan in his strong arms, inhaling the natural fragrance of the woman's body. He kissed her full on the lips and then reached down for the girl's tits again. She really wanted it this time, he told himself. She had had a first taste and was no desirous of repeating the procedure.
Twenty minutes later the girl was sleeping briefly in Roger's arms. They had fucked even better this time, moving like they had been together for years. Their orgasms had been simultaneous and powerful and Roger felt tired, for the first time since boarding the train twenty hours earlier.
He let his eyes close and his head loll onto the pillow, figuring that he would come back to life after a few minutes of rest and recuperation. He began to dream a little but the images were confused, changing with every lurch of the train. It was impossible for him to be so tired.
Roger began to dream of sex and then knew why. There was a strange feeling down in his groin just he just couldn't make himself open his eyes wet. Soon he would wake up and then he would know what the hell was going on.
A few seconds later, Roger opened his eyes and saw that Nan was working on his cock with her fingers. She was stroking the barrel of the shaft quietly and timidly, her eyes rooted to the swelling purple head. It was obvious that she thought her lover was still sound asleep.
Roger squinted, watching the woman closely. After the way he had fucked her, it wasn't surprising that she wanted to suck his cock. No, Nan did not play games in bed. He had turned her on and now she wanted to return the favor without even waking him. For some reason Roger found that rather touching, the first time he had felt that way about a woman in years.
Roger continued to watch as Nan moved her head closer and closer to his prick. She was debating with herself now, possibly wondering if she dared to get so involved with a strange man. Well, the girl's instincts were good and he was sure she would make the right decision sooner or later.
Nan lowered her head slightly and let her lips come into contact with the swelling, tumid prick that had turned her on so well just twenty minutes before. Yes, she wanted to blow her lover, something that her husband had never relished. It was about time for her sexual horizons to be broadened.
She looked up at her lover but he was still sleeping, rolled over onto his side now. He was not a man she could really trust but then again, they would have to separate in two days. As long as that was the case, it would have been foolish not to make the best use of their limited time.
Nan opened her mouth and allowed the thick shaft to pass between her parted lips. It tasted warm and saline, as much from her own secretions as her lover's sweat. She could taste a little dried come on the tip of the weapon but that only stimulated her further, made her want him even more.
Now the big prick had penetrated her mou and Nan had forgotten her doubts completely. She was tired and sore after fucking but her lover seemed as virile her mouth with a load of hot, frothing cream but he was a perfect candidate, the sexiest creature it had ever been her pleasure to bed.
Roger smiled to himself, opening his eyes completely. By the time the woman realized that he was awake, she would be past the point of caring. Then she would suck him off and he would fuck her again. Really, Roger thought, things were going almost too well. It was the kind of thing to worry about.
Now the woman had four inches of cock in her mouth. Her caresses were inexpert and unrehearsed but she was turning him on better than a far more experienced girl could have done. She was so guileless and natural that he had to react, no matter how tired and exhausted he had become.
Nan looked up and saw that her lover was watching her carefully. She stopped in midstream and then began to try to drag her head away from her lover's prick but it was no-go. Roger had his hand down on her head and he was not going to let her go. That was perfectly obvious.
"Come on, baby," Roger told Nan. "You want to do it, I know that you do. Let yourself go. Forget your husband and whatever your parents ever told you. It's just you and me now. Nobody will ever know. No one can say anything. This is our big moment. Come on, you can make it terrific for both of us."
He continued to talk until Nan was hypnotized by his words. The girl looked rather pathetic with a prick sticking into her mouth and her eyes all confused, but she was getting back into it now. His words had been correct. It might be the last chance she ever got to fuck a real man. In that sense, it was more of a big thing for Nan than for himself.
Roger leaned back against the wall of the train, knowing that the girl was willing to go all the way with him. Nan had her eyes closed now and she was sucking him off rather tentatively. Still, The girl knew what she was doing and soon her inhibitions would disappear and she could show him a good time.
Nan tried to relax, thinking of what her lover had said. It was true. She had fucked him already and she might as well act out the rest of her fantasies. A little blow-job couldn't make much difference one way or the other. If that was the case, she might as well not hold back on him.
Nan smiled down at her lover and proceeded to do his bidding. Roger was a sharpie and a fast talker but he seemed inordinately fond of her. It was an adventure, something that would never happen to her again. She felt a strong urge to satisfy the handsome young man with her lips, teeth and tongue.
She began to blow her lover with real gusto, knowing that it would not take long for the lusty young man to be ready to fire his wad. His prick was big and not too easy to handle but she was getting used to it in a hurry, delighted with its unbending virility.
She opened her mouth wide and tried to swallow ever more of the heavy burden. The first three or four inches went in effortlessly but then her mouth was full. Still, she wanted to do it, to make her lover happy. The only way she could prove her devotion was to swallow the full seven inches, no matter how difficult and uncomfortable it turned out to be.
Nan opened her mouth as wide as it would go and then tried to bend her head down on the big cock as fast as she could, giving herself no chance to chicken out. Soon she surprised herself completely. Her soft lips were pressed against her lover's curly red pubic hair while her sharp teeth painlessly framed the base of his thick, throbbing cock.
"That's it, baby," Roger told her, delighted at the girl's skills. "I bet you never did that before. It's easy, isn't it? You can do even better than that. Come on, blow me right and then I'll do something for you. You're beautiful; you know you are. You're the best thing that ever happened to me."
It was hard to take Roger serious, but he had a way of talking that could not be resisted for long. The handsome man was looking at her now and Nan couldn't help but be embarrassed. Still, from the way his cock was palpitating she knew that she was doing a good job of turning him on.
Nan let the big cock slide partway out of her mouth. Her jaw felt tired and her lips were stretched almost out of shape but it did not slow the passionate young woman down for a second. No, nothing was going to satisfy her until her lover had voided his come into her hungry mouth.
She let the big prick slide all the way out of her clinging lips and then began to lick it as if it were a giant lollipop. It was all a game, she told herself, a simple, childish game. She wasn't hurting anybody, not her husband or her parents or her children, just enjoying herself immensely.
Nan changed position slightly so that she was down on her hands and knees, crouching over her lover's cock, completely devoted to his pleasure. Her tongue was tired but she was breathing more easily now, dragging her tongue along the length of the thick shaft. No normal man could hold out long and soon she would have the handsome confidence man shooting in her mouth, finally ending the tension that had built up. She opened her mouth and let the big prick glide between her lips once again. Now she was reaching down and tickling her lover's balls, figuring that would bring him closer to the point of release. Yes, it was high time that the man hurried up and did her bidding.
Roger began to shove his cock deep into the woman's mouth, knowing that he could not possibly hold out much longer. Sure, he could turn his mind to other matters and delay his orgasm but there was no point to it. With a girl like Nan you didn't try to control your passion. You let it have its head, knowing that you could-always get it up again.
Nan began to flick her tongue back and forth over the shaft, feeling it being coated with her own warm saliva. Then she could taste a drop of come pearling on the vertical slit that adorned the crown. A few more swipes of her talented tongue and the man would be ready to fly.
Her hands were squeezing Roger's balls as if Nan wanted to wring the come out of her handsome lover's body. Roger had to smile at her enthusiasm. She was so different from the fast women he was used to. Sex was a business for them, hot and dirty and competitive.
But it was different with Nan. She wanted to please him for pleasure's own sake, turn the man on for the sheer joy of the thing. She didn't want money or favors or anything like that, only for the two of them to continue their sexual exertions until they finally drifted off to sleep.
Roger held Nan's head in place, feeling that he would come in just a few more seconds. The girl had taken in the full length of his prick again. She was bobbing her head up and down like a machine, thirsty for his come, doing everything in her power to hasten his imminent orgasm.
Now Nan was really working out of her young lover, not caring that her face was turning red from lack of oxygen. No, it would all ver over soon and she was willing to put up with a little discomfort. Besides, he had promised to fuck her again as soon as she was done blowing him.
Nan slammed her head down on the big cock and kept it buried in her throat until just before the thing was ready to explode. Then she let it stay between her lips, feeling her lover's muscles start to contract. Already she could feel the come spraying into her throat.
Roger shoved his prick in for the last time and let it explode. The come went shooting out of him fast and hard and then he left it in the girl's mouth. She was swallowing the stuff as quickly as he could produce it and there was no reason to stop her from having her fun.
Two minutes later they were nestling in each other's arms. Roger talked to Nan at that point, telling her how good she had been. The young housewife was embarrassed at first but then she realized that her lover was right, that she had given him a blow-job he would never forget. There was no reason to down play her incontestable sexual achievements.
"You promised me something," she teased a few minutes later. "But I guess I should never have trusted you. I'll bet you won't be able to get it up again until morning."
"Wrong again," Roger replied. "All right, baby, this is where we have some real fun together."
So saying, Roger turned over onto his side and showed Nan that his cock was hard and firm as it had ever been. He reached out quickly for the girl's cunt, knowing that she was ready for the real thing. It was almost morning but there was plenty of time for one more bout of lovemaking, one more orgasm for both of them.