Chapter 5
Sam Lacy looked at himself in the mirror and fixed his hair before looking to see if his bed partner was still sleeping. Well, she was out like a light for all intent and purposes, her head on her arm, her eyes completely closed. She was far too tired to see what he was doing.
It was the moment that the dishonest salesman had been waiting for all night. She was his now for the asking and he could help himself to any of her jewelry. After the fucking he had given Samantha, she would not be likely to remember which particular pieces of jewelry she had been wearing.
But he had to make sure not to be too obvious or greedy about it. It was tempting to make a complete haul of the booty but that would have been setting himself up for a fall. No, his method would be to take one valuable item and then hang around waiting to see what would develop.
He held the jewelry in his hand and then decided to take a small emerald broach. The stuff was big and heavy and opulent, in rather poor taste as far as he was concerned. Still, thieves couldn't be choosers, Sam thought. He had to make the best and forget about his esthetic objections.
Sam pocketed the broach and then wrote a note to the woman, saying that he had been called to another part of the train for business purposes but would be glad to meet her for lunch. The woman was bound to be disappointed but he had to get out of there long before she woke up.
Sam smiled to himself as he rearranged the fat woman's jewelry. It was a shame to fleece a woman who had shown him such a good time in bed but what the hell, he could fuck her again any time he chose. That was the beauty of the whole scheme, the fact that she would never suspect him at all.
After Sam left the room, Samantha rolled over and opened her eyes completely. That son of a bitch, she thought, working her when she had intended to take him for a little ride. Well, it didn't matter, since she would get to him sooner or later, one way or the other.
These trains were really something, she thought, as she took inventory of her valuables. In former years it had been easy to find men to take but now they were after her as much as she was after them. It was a strange arrangement that demanded a good deal of intelligence from a woman, something she hoped she was still up to.
Besides, the man was in for a real shock when he found out that the jewelry was worthless. It had cost something to have the fakers made up but it would take a real appraiser to know that they were false. The wise ass who had robbed her would never know until it was far too late.
As she thought about it, Samantha had to chortle at Sam's techniques. In a more prosperous year, they might well have pooled their resources and worked together but that was out of the question now. Money was short and it was every man for himself. Every woman, too.
It had shown a lot of class for him to leave her like that. It was tempting to reverse the procedure and do a little lifting on her own but what the hell, he hadn't taken much of value and the odds were against a sharpie like that leaving anything around for her to grab. If nothing else, he was a smart businessman and a professional crook.
Samantha finished dressing and then headed for the part of the car where her own berth was located. It was still rather early, but there were plenty of people up and around. Well, sooner or later she was going to find a pigeon of her own, before they reached California, for sure.
As she entered her room, Samantha saw that the young man, Roger was his"hame, was still there. He was sitting on her berth, still wearing his pajamas, his legs dangling over the edge. Dammit, he was such a good-looking young fellow it was a shame he had nothing to offer her financially.
"She left you, didn't she?" Samantha asked sympathetically. "Well, don't worry. A handsome man like you will find that there are plenty of fish in the sea."
"I guess so," Roger answered. "But I miss her. It's strange, but I'm really in love with that girl."
"Well, you can see her again," Samantha answered, striving to sound sympathetic. "I'm sure she gave you her address and telephone number. Why didn't you go with her?"
"That would have been impossible," Roger replied. "I mean, she's a married woman and she was going to visit her parents. What the hell could I do in that situation?"
Samantha sat down on her lower berth, realizing that she had a live one on her hands. At first she had thought of the man as a young sharpie but now he was revealing himself to be a common love struck youth. Well, she would be able to put that to good use sooner or later.
Samantha continued to talk to Roger, telling him a little about her own problems. She made up a good story about herself, inspired by Sam, who had done such a good job of bullshitting her the night before. She could still remember what a good tale he had spun. It was an inspiration to her.
Eventually Roger began to realize that the woman was getting to him. She looked plenty rich and it was nice to talk to somebody and forget about Nan. He was never going to see the girl again, even though she had given him her address, both at home and in Arizona.
But she had not been kidding. How the hell could he have shown up at the home of the girl's parents? What would he have said to them? No, it was an impossible situation and the only thing to do was to forget the girl, get her out of his system once and for all.
Roger invited the woman to join him for breakfast, liking the way she was taking to him. Samantha had struck him as a pain in the ass at first, but now she was being very sympathetic and understanding. Yes, she was just the kind of woman to take his mind off his troubles.
For one thing, she looked like she was carrying a good deal of loot. That meant that he could replenish his finances even better than he could have done at Sam's expense. That way he would show up in California with some real bread, which would make it much easier to bear.
Dammit, he thought. He was acting like a lovesick little fool. He had fucked Nan and been good enough not to fleece her. The girl had no money to speak of and that meant that she was no good for him. He would be smart to leave it at that.
But he had never met a woman like Nan before. She had been dynamite in bed but he was used to that sort of thing. No, there was something fresh and young and good about her. She was in a class by herself, completely different from any woman he had ever met before.
Well, he would find a way to get back to Nan someday but that would be impossible if he didn't make some sort of killing. The money he had won from the fat salesman was chicken feed, enough to keep him going for a few days but little more. Maybe, if he played this woman right, he would end up with something for his trouble.
They walked to the dining car together and had a leisurely breakfast. It became increasingly apparent to Roger that the old bag was after his ass. She wasn't so bad-looking when you got a good look at her and there was always that jewelry to think about, a most appealing thing.
After breakfast, they took a long walk through the train. Samantha was holding his arm now, letting her big tits rub against his side. She was being pretty obvious about things and he would have been a fool not to take advantage of an opportunity that might not turn up again so soon.
In any event, they had no place to go to be alone together and that was crimping his plans. However, as they walked past the smoking car, Samantha noticed that her first lover, the fat salesman, was deeply involved in a card game, meaning that he would not be going back to his room for a number of hours. That gave her a perfect opportunity.
"Listen, Roger," she began, "why don't we go off to a private car and have a few drinks together? You look like you could use it and I knew that I could."
"Sounds great to me," Roger concurred. "But where do we go? I can't afford to change to first class."
"Don't worry about it," Samantha answered. "I have the key to a friend's room. He won't be back for hours and we can be all alone for a while."
"All right, Samantha," Roger replied. "I guess anything is better than mooning over Nan."
Samantha unpocketed the key to Sam's room and then led Roger through the doorway. He watched her twitching buttocks as they walked along and decided that it would be no task at all to fuck her. No, sometimes these old bags could really surprise you, he decided. It was possible that she would help him get Nan completely out of his mind.
Once they were in the room, Roger could not help but notice Sam's overcoat. It looked like he had got to the woman first but it would make it all the more pleasant to pork her in the man's room. Yes, it would add a special flavor of piquancy the entire scene.
Roger sat down and sipped his drink slowly, trying to figure out a way to fleece the good-natured woman. She obviously wanted t fuck him but he couldn't be sure of getting anything that way. Simple robbery was out of the question but there had to be another way to get to her money.
Also, he had to think that Sam had been there before him, which meant that he had the inside track to the woman's fortune. Probably he had some sort of scheme brewing and Roger would have to be careful not to repeat it lest he rouse her suspicions. It was a very delicate situation, all in all.
Samantha sat next to Roger on the bed after locking the room to the door and putting up a Don't Disturb sign. That meant that Sam would stay away even if he wanted to go back for his coat. Yes, she could take advantage of certain aspects of the man's modus operandi.
Roger reached out and put his arm around Samantha's ample shoulders. The woman must have been at least fifty, almost old enough to be his grandmother but it was obvious that she did not think of herself as an old bag. No, it looked like she could show him a pretty good time in bed.
Roger tried to think as he was seducing the woman but his usually fertile brain seemed to have run dry. Well, he had over twenty-four hours to get to her and he might as well get rid of his tension first. A good hour or two of solid fucking would do the trick handsomely.
He bent over and kissed Samantha full on the lips, hoping that the woman would not try to act coy with him. He was in no mood to fuck around in that manner, not after the trouble he had had trying to forget Nan. If the woman knew what was good for her, she would cooperate. Otherwise, he would pick up and leave her for good.
But he soon noticed that Samantha had no intention of failing to put out for him. The horny old woman had probably been waiting a long time for a handsome young stud like himself. Well, he would give her a fucking that she wouldn't forget in a hurry, no doubt about that.
Roger kissed the woman again, with great intensity, pushing his tongue into her mouth and wrapping his arms around Samantha's thick torso. This was what he had been waiting for and he figured that it would take no more than five minutes or so before he had her naked and ready to be taken.
Roger took things slow and easy, realizing that the woman wanted him more than he needed her. All he wanted was to forget Nan but she was evidently desperate for sex, despite spending the night with Sam. That made the whole thing a situation tailor-made for his individual talents.
And he was pretty horny himself, Roger soon conceded. Ordinarily, he wouldn't look at a woman like Samantha but now he was in a strange position. His body was giving him no peace and he could still see Nan's image before him. The most beautiful girl it had ever been his pleasure to fuck.
He pushed his hand into the woman's neckline, wanting to feel her enormous breasts. If nothing else, she would represent a change for him. He had never fucked a woman that old and fat before but something told him she would put on a pretty fair performance once the chips were down.
Samantha cooperated completely with her young lover. It was kind of foolish for her to be fucking around in Sam's bedroom but if the situation got sticky she knew that he had her broach in the pocket of his vest. Yes, she was holding all the trump cards, whether he knew it or not. If he tried to fuck her around, he was in for an unpleasant surprise.
Samantha figured that it was a good time for her to get laid. Sam had been a better lover than expected but he could hardly hold a candle to this handsome stud. Yes, there was no reason for her to avoid having fun, even if it did complicate things beyond recognition.
A few minutes later both lovers were naked, their bodies making a strange contrast.
Samantha was a huge woman, broad of hip and shoulders, almost too big for her young lover to handle. Only his youthful strength and wiry physique would save him from complete failure with her.
Roger sat down on the bed and began to go for Samantha's tits. The huge globs fascinated him, especially when he discovered that they were firm and muscular, like a pair of overdeveloped biceps. Yes, there was nothing wrong with the woman at all as far as he could see. It might turn out to be a good deal of fun to sock it to her.
Roger kissed Samantha's big broad nipples, noticing that they did not stand up immediately, which he was used to from making love to Nan. No, this woman was old and her reflexes were bound to be rather slow. It was something he would keep in mind for the rest of the time they spend together.
Roger soon reached for the old woman's cunt, knowing that she was past the point of refusing him. The whole thing was a charade but what the hell, he might as well take it at face value and enjoy himself. If nothing else, it would help him pass a few otherwise lonely hours.
Samantha sighed with lust as she felt the young stud attacking her moist old pussy. Yes, she knew that she did not have too many good years left in her body but that was no reason to call it quits. On the contrary, it made her hornier than she had been in her younger days.
Roger buried his finger deep inside Samantha's vulva and then added a second. The woman was rather commodious inside but that did not mean that she would not be good in bed. No, experience was bound to work in his favor when he was finally ready to shove his prick into the old bag.
Roger felt a hand reaching down to caress his prick and knew that the show was on. Yes, the old woman wanted him badly and he was not going to hold back on her. No need for that. She had been around and knew what she wanted and was not at all shy about demanding it in no uncertain terms.
In a way, Roger started to like the old woman. She was pulling the loose skin of his prick back and forth over the head and it was getting him stiff and ready. Soon he would be in a full state of erection and then he would see if she could really turn him on properly in bed.
He pushed the old woman's head down towards his crotch, wondering if she would be willing to suck his cock for a while, Most women didn't like to be forced that way but he felt sure Samantha would not reject him. Not if she knew what was good for her and still wanted to get laid.
Samantha felt the pressure and decided to do her lover's bidding right off the bat. It had been a long time since she had a young cock throbbing in her mouth, even longer since she had swallowed a good load of come. Yes, she would suck him off for as long as he wanted, knowing full well that the young stud would get it up for her over and over again.
Roger sat back on the bed, perfectly willing to let the woman blow him to completion. His prick was stiff as a bar of structural steel and the way she was bending over it showed him that Samantha had been there before. Maybe she had learned a few tricks along the way that would surprise him.
Now Samantha was draped over her lover's body, his surprisingly thick cock sticking into her mouth. She immediately began to drag her tongue across the sensitive surface of his swollen head, wondering how long it would take him to pop his load and fill her mouth with hot come.
She flicked her tongue back and forth and felt the prick beginning to throb. The young man seemed rather nervous and it was certainly possible that he would blow his cock in a matter of minutes. That was all for the best since it meant they would be fucking in no time at all.
Samantha let her lover's prick slide all the way out of her mouth. It was no fun to him to come that quickly so she figured she might as well work on his balls for a while. That would keep the young man interested and slow him down at the same time, a perfect arrangement for both of them, something she would enjoy as much as he did.
Roger shoved Ms prick forward until it was resting against Samantha's cheeks, smearing some of her heavy pancake makeup. He could see her fat hobbling as she licked at his balls and for some reason that turned him on all the more, making the whole scene almost pleasant.
Roger sighed with lust as he felt the woman's tongue going across his heavy balls. She was tickling him and causing his skin to wither but that was all right with Roger. He was having a better time than he expected with Samantha and things seemed to be getting better with every passing moment.
Now she had opened her mouth wide and taken his balls all the way in. It was something no other woman had ever done for Roger and it worried the young man at first. He felt weak and vulnerable, not really trusting the old woman whom he knew only for a couple of days.
But she was dangling his balls in her mouth, dragging her tongue over the withered surface, showing him a really good time with her lips and tongue. It was high time that she brought him to orgasm, however. Already he could feel the come moving up into his prick.
Roger grabbed Samantha by the head and forced her to relinquish his now spit covered balls. She did so readily and took his prick back into her mouth without having to be asked. It was obvious that the woman had no objection to being given a load of hot come to swallow. Roger felt that it would take only a few more moments.
He shoved his prick in fast and hard, wanting to see how much the woman could take. He had to admit that she was far more experienced and talented than Nan, even if she wasn't turning him on so well. Yes, it was going to be pretty easy to forget at that stage of the game.
Roger shoved his prick in for the last time and then he was ready to oil the woman with come. It started down in his balls and then quickly moved up to the tip of his prick. Now it was shooting out of him hard and violently, spilling copiously into Samantha's waiting hungry mouth.
Roger shot his load and then pulled his prick right out of the woman's cunt, wanting it to stay hard. It was no fun to have to wait between bouts of sex but if he hurried up and fucked her he would not have to do that. His youth and virility would stand him in good stead.
Samantha gulped down the juices after rolling them around in her mouth for a few seconds. Yes, the young man had turned her on and now she was all ready to fuck him. He could have her any time he chose. To show that, Samantha lay down and parted her thighs as invitingly as she could.
Roger felt that he had not lost even a minimum of his rigidity and lustful thickness. His prick was throbbing and bouncing up and down, looking for a new home. Samantha was sitting there with the breeze passing across her wide open cunt. There was only one thing to do in that situation and he would have been a fool to prolong the inevitable.
He got on top of Samantha, holding his stiff prick in his strong right hand. The woman smiled and kissed him on the neck, covering his skin with her hot saliva. She seemed really hot to trot this time, as if she had gone for years without satisfying her sexual desires.
Roger worked his prick home and then left it buried in Samantha's cunt. He had not eaten out the woman but she was dripping wet already, wanting him desperately. There was no reason to keep the woman waiting, especially when it was in his own best interests to fuck her immediately.
Now the young man's prick had penetrated into Samantha's cunt and the old woman was enjoying it more than she would have thought possible. Even though she had spent the previous night fucking around with Sam there was no way she could fail to be turned on by her lusty lover.
His prick was penetrating her deeper than ever before, causing Samantha to moan with lust and beg him for more. She began to wrap her arms and legs around her lover's body, trying to draw him deeper into her insatiable fuck box, knowing that she was rather close to orgasm.
Roger knew it as well as Samantha did. He had expected to have to put on a heroic performance for the woman but now she was showing that she was every bit as capable of coming as a woman half her age. It was nice to know that they didn't lose everything when they passed their youth.
He slammed his prick into Samantha's pussy with increasing power, causing her to moan with ecstasy. Yes, the woman was going to unload her juices in a few minutes and he was not that far from going himself. It was possible to have a simultaneous orgasm but you couldn't plan that kind of thing. Either it happened on its own or not at all.
Roger continued to fuck Samantha with everything he had, knowing that there was no reason to husband his energies. It was getting close to lunchtime and that meant that they would soon have to vacate Sam's room. He couldn't complain though, not. after the way the old woman had sucked his cock.
Now Samantha was finally getting it on, bellowing lustily and holding Roger so tightly that he could hardly move. He left his prick buried to the hilt in her clinging pussy and then let Samantha do the rest of the work on her own, sure that she would know just how to handle the situation.
Samantha screamed again as she was coming and then Roger could feel her powerful vaginal sphincter closing down on his throbbing cock. Yes, he had turned the woman on all right, given her an orgasm to write home about. It was something that he had every right to be proud of.
The woman came and came again and then finally her passion began to abate. Roger felt that he was almost ready to join her, that a few more lusty strokes would bring him right over the verge. This orgasm would not be as good as his first but that was nothing to complain about. After all, it was rather early in their relationship.
He forced his prick in all the way and then thought about Nan, knowing that it would hasten his orgasm. It was so easy just to close his eyes and imagine that he was fucking the younger woman. Yes, that was all he needed and now he was ready to shoot his load and get it over with.
Samantha smiled as she felt the come rocketing into her spacious pussy. The young man had turned her on better in an hour than her other lover had been able to do in an entire night. They still had twenty-four hours to spend together, which made her smile even more broadly.
For the present they had to get out of Sam's room. Samantha apprised her lover of that fact and then they dressed themselves quickly. Roger kissed his mistress once more, thinking again, wondering how he was going to part her from some of her money or her expensive jewelry.