Chapter 6

Roger left Samantha and then wandered around the train, by now used to the incessant motion. It was the first time in his life that he had traveled long distance and he soon decided that there was much to be said for the experience, that he would surely want to do it again someday.

He liked the rocking motion of the train, liked seeing the miles rolling by, liked the complete lack of responsibility. You didn't have to do anything on a train but sit there and relax, watch the scenery, eat and drink. Everything else was taken care of by the large staff.

However, looking at his finances, Roger could not be altogether happy. It was fun to look out the windows and see the countryside rolling by but he was not going to have much money in his pockets when he got to California, unless he managed to make another killing fairly soon.

Samantha could give him all he needed without noticing the loss but she was a tough old bird and he had still not thought of a way to get to her. No, he would have to take it slow and easy on the old bag. One false move and she would dump him most unceremoniously.

However, money or not, he still owed a lot to Samantha. She had fucked him better than he could have expected, shown him a dynamite time in bed. Yes, he had wanted to forget his troubles for a few hours and she had obliged him with no strings attached. He could not help but be grateful.

But now the woman was off somewhere and Roger was quite pleased about that. It would be nice to talk to somebody again but Samantha had strange ideas of conversation.

Everything seemed to lead to sex with her, which was fine, but tended to get rather tiring after a few hours.

Now it was time for him to check out some other passengers on the train, see what action might be brewing. Walking past the smoking car, Roger saw that there was another card game going. This time the fat salesman was nowhere to be seen and it did not take Roger long to see why.

The game was nothing worth looking in on. It was for dollar stakes and you could work at it all night without making a bundle. No, he was not going to waste his time on that sort of thing. He would save his energies until later that night when the high stake players put in an appearance.

Roger headed for the bar, figuring that a few cold scotches would set him right. He was tired and depressed and still rather lonely but he had never been much of a drinker and a few good belts would make his head swim. Yes, that was just what he needed. Maybe he would find a few pigeons there, or at least an eligible young lady.

Roger sat at the bar and ordered his drink. He did not enjoy the taste of the liquor but it started to warm him up almost immediately, surging through his body with its soothing warmth. The second drink was better than the first and the third was in a class of its own.

Looking around the room, Roger could see that there was not very much going on. It was just after lunchtime and most of the people must have been either out on the observation deck or copping a nap in their berths. It looked like a dull scene, just as he had feared.

But then Roger looked up and saw that there was at least one person worth his notice, a young woman who for some reason was sitting by herself at the bar. She was well-dressed and well-groomed, the type of girl who must have had to fight men off most of the time. It just didn't make sense that nobody had beat him to her. He would have to investigate for himself.

"Hello, you must have just boarded," Roger announced, going over to join the girl, his drink in hand. "Are you going to California or is this just a short run?"

"San Francisco," the girl answered, hardly looking at him. "And I get bored on trains. Too much idle conversation."

"What else are you going to do on a train?" Roger asked rhetorically. "I like it. It gives me a chance to talk to people I would never know ordinarily. People like you."

"I suppose so," the girl answered lazily. "What's your name by the way? We might as well get to know each other."

Roger introduced himself quickly and then asked for the girl's name. She called herself June Robertson and told him that she was a college professor. The image did not seem to fit but then she amplified her explanation, saying that she taught drama, acting, and directing.

"How come you teach it rather than being an actress," Roger said blandly. "I mean, I don't want to get personal but you must know you're a very attractive girl."

"Thank you," June answered calmly. "Say anything you want. The thing is that I have no interest in acting. It's just a way for me to pass time and avoid boredom."

"I can't see why you'd be bored in life," Roger said, trying to sound young and sincere. "I mean, I imagine that you must have all sorts of boyfriends."

"When I want them," June answered with no hint of smugness. "But I get bored with the same old thing all the time."

Roger continued the conversation, finding June different from any girl he had ever met before. She answered his questions readily if half-heartedly and he was soon able to find out a lot about the girl, things that he quickly filed for future reference. She struck him as an interesting case.

June told Roger that she had been a spoiled rich girl for as long as she could remember. Her parents had sent her to private schools and had bought her whatever she wanted. There was no need for her to work for a living or do much of anything except things she wanted to do.

"But that's the thing about me," she continued calmly. "I don't like to do much of anything. I mean, I get bored so damned quickly. Everything's the same. Sometimes I wish I was poor so I'd have to work for a living. I don't mean to sound snobbish, but why should I lie about it."

Roger continued to ply the girl with questions, fascinated by her lassitude. With that kind of background he could imagine himself as making a real killing in life, piling up a fortune and living in luxury. However, this girl, rich as she was, could not have cared less about any of that;

Eventually June told Roger that she was getting bored, that it was not her idea of a good time to sit around drinking bad liquor in a private place. Roger quickly got up to accompany the girl, hoping that she would invite him to her stateroom. For once in his life, words failed the young man and he felt young and crude and inexperienced.

However, June told him that he was perfectly welcome to accompany her to her room. It was late afternoon now and she wanted a little company. Roger followed June down the corridor getting a good look at her body. It was inconceivable to him that such a girl could find life a drag.

Once they were in the room, June excused herself, saying that she wanted to change her clothing. Roger could hear her in the bathroom and then stood up to greet June as she returned to the room, now dressed in a far more casual but equally revealing outfit, one that made his blood boil.

"Listen, do you ever smoke grass?" June asked him a few seconds later. "I hope you won't turn out to be a drag about this. It's one of the few things I really enjoy."

"I haven't done it much," Roger answered honestly. "I didn't really get high the times I tried. But I'll do it again. Shit, I'm always open to any kind of new experience."

June smiled at the young lad, knowing that he was not quite as innocent as he pretended to be. That was all right, however, it was nice to meet somebody with some brains for once. Besides, the young lad was quite handsome and sex was another of those things that sometimes failed to bore her.

June reached into her handbag and came out with four or five joints. She put one to her lips and then waited for Roger to light it. He did so a few seconds later and then June took a deep inhalation on the marijuana cigarette, showing that she was quite used to smoking it.

Roger took the joint as it was passed to him and inhaled as deeply as he could without choking. He was already a little high from the scotch and soda but the grass was another story altogether. He could feel it affecting him immediately and knew that it had to be first class weed.

"Yeah, it's really good," Roger conceded after they had finished the joint. "One more of those and I'm going to be on my ass, I think. It's real strong."

"You bet it is," June concurred, her eyes becoming glassy. "This shit came all the way from Morocco or somewhere."

Roger lit the second joint and found that he was getting progressively more stoned. It was a hot day and the windows were closed and June was dressed more comfortably than himself. In fact, it seemed as if she had removed some of her clothing, was becoming freer and freer in his company.

Roger moved closer to the girl, thinking that it was possible that she would want to go to bed with him. He was not used to girls of that social position but there could be no doubt in his mind that June found him attractive. If nothing else, she was not exactly the tricky or coy type.

June allowed the handsome young man to sit right beside her, thinking that there would be nothing wrong with passing some time in his company. She was used to getting laid and the young lad seemed to know what he was about. It could be a lot of fun to play around with him a little.

Soon Roger could see that his victory was almost assured. The girl was lolling her head on his shoulder and sort of mumbling in his ear. It sounded like she had been smoking all day although it might well have been his own state of mind. In any case, it was most pleasant to be with June, especially now that he seemed to be getting somewhere with her.

He bent over to kiss the girl and then was surprised by her reaction. June permitted his kiss, parting her lips provocatively but then refusing to let his tongue enter her pretty mouth. A few seconds later she was on her feet and Roger was sure that he had made his move a little too soon.

However, June soon showed that she had no intention of curtailing the party. She smiled at Roger and then began to remove her clothing without saying a word, dancing around as if there were a live orchestra somewhere. Roger had to admit that she was the strangest girl he had ever met.

On the other hand, there was nothing strange about her body, except its uncommon beauty and the strong effect it was having on his nerves. Roger was used to good-looking women but this June creature was something else, a veritable parade of charms that soon had his blood boiling.

June continued to dance around the room until she was completely naked. Her tits were swinging to and fro and when she did a bump and grind it was enough for Roger to feel his prick going stiff behind his trousers. Yes, this was one girl who was going to deliver as much as she promised. It was going to be sensational to get into her twat.

Roger got up and began to get out of his own clothing, hoping that June would be as impressed with him as he had been with her. He knew that he was handsome and that most women found him irresistible but June was a special case. You just couldn't be overconfident with a girl like that.

However, once he sat down on the bed, June was with him all the way. Her long blonde hair was cascading over her naked shoulders and there was an aura of perfume about the girl that was almost suffocating. Yes, he had to fuck her quickly before the grass knocked him out completely.

Roger wrapped his arms around the girl's opulently fleshed torso and began to kiss her once again, letting his right hand drop down onto her big firm tits. She had an amazing body, he decided, firm and muscular but also soft and sensitive and one of the most magnificent he had ever seen.

June threw herself into the young man's arms, feeling that she had found a worthy lover at last. Roger was young and somewhat callous but at the same time his big prick was already beginning to swell and that could not fail to turn her on after all the grass they had polished off together.

Soon they were rolling around on the bed together and Roger thought he was going to go out of his mind with desire. The girl had so many goodies that he hardly knew where to start. It seemed unfair to ignore any part of her beautiful body even though he couldn't possibly caress all of it.

Soon he could feel June's hand reaching down to stroke his cock and he knew that they were at it for real. Yes, the girl was aggressive in bed but he liked that. Not everybody could be like Nan and this girl was at least as good-looking. She was the most gorgeous creature he could remember seeing.

"Listen, you seem like a pretty good stud," June said, breaking out of her new lover's embrace. "I think I have a position that will really throw you for a loop."

"Sure thing," Roger answered hazily. "You tell me what it is and I'll do it. I'm ready now, baby, and I'm going to give you a fucking that you'll never forget."

June smiled at her young lover, won over by his enthusiasm. She told Roger to sit up on the easy chair, to relax and let her do all the work for a while. As long as his cock stayed hard and firm everything would be all right. She was going to show him something he had never seen before.

Roger did as he was told without hesitation. Usually he liked to take the dominant role in bed but June seemed to know what she was doing. She was so self-confident and imperious that he couldn't fail to obey her. Mere curiosity was enough to make him yield his usually aggressive outlook.

June got onto the chair with her lover, facing him directly and squatting directly before him. Roger could see the girl's tits just a few inches from his mouth and could not help sticking out his tongue, licking at the delicious nipples. No man could have resisted, he figured.

June, however, was all business. She let Roger suck her nipples for a few minutes but then brushed his head away with an imperious gesture of her elegant hands. It was time to stop fooling around and get down to business she insisted, unless he had other ideas.

Then the girl crouched over Roger's body, supporting her weight by putting an arm on each of the arms of the chair. Now her cunt was poised right over his upstanding cock and Roger figured that the girl was ready to begin. So far the position was nothing out of the ordinary but Roger still kept an open mind, waiting for something to develop.

June poised her body for another second or two and then pressed her thighs on either side of Roger's slender muscular chest. She was ready now and soon the lad could feel her body descending. He figured that the girl's cunt was wet enough to take him without lubrication.

Then the girl began to descend until her body was right on top of Roger's prick. The angle was a little off but she shifted her center of gravity and the Roger could feel his stiff cock entering her dripping pussy. So far he was enjoying himself even if the position was nothing special.

June descended all the way, until Roger's cock had disappeared into her foreshortened pussy. She began to grind on top of him and Roger realized that he did not have to do a thing. The girl liked taking the active position and he could relax and let her do most of the work.

They kept it up like that for a few seconds, until Roger's lap was covered in a bath of warm female come. It felt wonderful but now he was curious when the real fun would begin. He could think up better positions on his own and it struck him that June had been doing a lot of bragging.

However, a few seconds later the girl gripped the arms of the easy chair and lifted herself up slowly so that his prick slid completely out of her wet cunt. Roger sighed with relief, having found the pressure almost intolerable. He was about to say something but then checked himself, realizing that the girl was finally about the deliver on her promises of novelty.

"This is it, the real thing," June announced, showing some excitement for the first time since he had met her. "Keep yourself still and you can fuck me up the ass. Just don't move at all or you'll fuck thing up. I know what I'm doing and it can be really fantastic for both of us."

At that point, Roger was more than willing to let the girl have her way. Just looking at June's magnificent young body was enough to keep him stimulated. Fucking her up the ass was more than he could possibly have hoped and it was surely going to make him shoot his load in record time.

Roger held his breath as the woman descended on his cock once again. He could see that some of the fluid from her cunt had leaked into the nether orifice. That meant that it would be easy for him to work his big cock in once she got into the right position, which was just about to happen.

He closed his eyes as he felt his cock enter the woman's bunghole. In the position they had chosen it was easy to get into June from the rear. Her asshole was tight and slick but it was obvious that she had been fucking that way for a good long time. It did not seem to be hurting the girl at all, which was something that turned him on all the more.

Soon Roger found that his cock had disappeared completely into June's bunghole. The girl had been speaking the truth and he did not have to do a thing but sit there and let her bounce up and down on top of him. It was new and it was exciting and it was turning him on intensely.

Roger began to move with his latest mistress, figuring that it was about time for him to get in on the fun. June was bouncing up and down on his cock like a machine but it was obvious that she was just going through the motions, making a big deal of it without really being stimulated personally.

That was something that Roger simply could not tolerate. He worked his cock out of the' girl's asshole and the slammed it back inside her, raising his hips agilely and then holding himself off the seat. He had to support the weight of both their bodies but never complained for a second.

June had a shocked look on her face a few seconds later. She liked to show off for her lovers but now she was with a man as competent and agile as herself. Yes, there was no way she was going to dominate Roger. He had a few tricks in his own bag and was intent on turning her on.

Soon the two young lovers had managed to attain a common rhythm. June was still doing most of the work but now Roger was meeting her halfway, not letting her relax for a second. It was fun fucking the woman up her asshole but if he wanted her to come it seemed necessary to get his prick back into her pussy and fuck her harder and faster.

He held June by the back and slowly lifted her off his cock, noting that the woman was fighting him every step of the way. It seemed crazy for her to try to avoid orgasm but that was what she was trying to do. It was a contest of wills now, one which Roger had no intention of losing.

Roger lifted the woman bodily off his prick and then held her in position until he was sure his cock would travel back into her dripping cunt. She was struggling with him now, showing surprising strength but Roger was not willing to yield an inch, not until the woman had obliged with an orgasm.

"Cut it out," June then insisted. "We're supposed to be doing it my way. Come on, or I'll stop altogether."

"No chance, baby," Roger answered with a smile. "I want to get into that cunt of yours and nothing's going to stop me. I'm going to fuck your eyebrows off, big mama."

June continued to struggle but she was no match for the muscular young gigolo. She found herself sitting on his prick again, only this time it was inserted into her cunt, feeling like a bar of super-heated steel, getting to her in a way that she had no possibility of resisting for very long.

Roger smiled broadly and then kissed the girl full on her naturally red lips. She struggled against him once again but this time he knew that time was on his side. He was bouncing up and down on the seat, handling the girl like she was a toy. It was a great position June had thought up and now he was going to use it for his own purposes.

Pretty soon he could see that the girl was giving in to him, surrendering completely. Roger had heard about girls who tried not to come, used it as a source of power over their lovers. Well, June might try that shit on him but he was going to be damned if he would let her succeed.

He worked his prick into the girl's cunt until he could feel it palpitating strongly. She was just about ready to come and nothing was going to hinder her orgasm. As long as that was the case, Roger figured that he might as well have some fun with her, fuck June up the ass once again.

"What are you doing?" June asked desperately, losing her cool for the first time. "I'm so close. How can you stop now? You're trying to hurt me, you big bastard. Please do it again."

"I like that," Roger panted. "I like to hear you beg. But I'm sure a girl like you can come. Tell you what. We do it this way for a minute and then I'll fuck you again."

So saying, Roger pushed his prick back into the girl's asshole, noting that it was far tighter than before. She seemed not to like it too much, particularly when he started counting off the seconds. It was a sadistic thing to do but June had been asking for it with her own high and mighty attitude.

Roger soon removed his prick from the girl's dry asshole and replaced it in her warm pussy. Now she was coming, jumping up and down on his cock, threatening to break it down the middle. Roger was forced to hold the girl by his shoulders, suddenly beginning to fear for his own physical safety.

But then June started to come and he knew that everything would work out fine. He kept his prick rooted in the girl's pussy and then she started to scream so loudly that he was afraid they would attract unwanted attention. That would be all they needed at that late stage of the game.

Pretty soon the girl's orgasm was going hot and heavy. Roger smiled at her and kissed June full on the lips, knowing that it would add both to her defeat and her pleasure. He could not understand why the girl had fought against him but maybe that was the only way she could get her kicks.

His entire body seemed to be covered with come now and Roger felt that pretty soon he would add his own juices to the sticky puddle covering his muscular thighs. June had finally let her passion abate and now she was looking at him with glassy eyes, totally confused by what had happened.

However, his own passion was beginning to come to a head and Roger had no time to think about June. No, the girl was nothing more than a sex object for him now, a hole for him to fill with his throbbing cock. It was about time he turned the tables on the spoiled stuck up bitch.

He shoved his prick in again and again and then finally let it explode deep inside June's pussy. Afterwards, his cock got soft almost immediately and slid out of the juicy hole. Roger pushed the woman away roughly, wondering if it was worth hanging around her any longer.

"That was so beautiful," June told him. "I never thought I could enjoy it so much. Fuck me again, please fuck me again. I'll do anything for you."

"I don't know," Roger answered in a dull tone of voice. "I'm kind of tired. I mean, once is usually enough for me. Besides, you came. What else do you want?"

"Please do it again," June begged, her eyes swimming with tears. "I've never met anybody like you before. Do you want me to blow you. I'll do that. I'll do anything."

"Well, if it means so much to you," Roger said, "then go ahead and suck my cock for awhile."

He sat down on the bed and watched June as she sank humbly to her knees. Yes, he had conquered yet another woman and this one was going to be his slave from then on in. To think that he had feared her at first. Well, things were going to change now. His prick was already in her throat and he was not going to stop until he had filled her mouth with come. But she was going to beg for it first.