Chapter 7
Later that night, Roger wandered into the smoking car, trying to find another card game. He smiled to himself as he thought about his recent sexual escapades with June Robertson. She had turned out to be just about the wildest girl he had ever met, a real enigma beneath it all.
Yes, the girl had put out for him, acted like a complete slave, which contrasted strangely with her original hauteur. Well, he was meeting all sorts of strange women on the train, Roger figured. He wasn't making a hell of a lot of money, but his sex life had never been better.
Roger sat down on an overstuffed chair in the smoking car, waiting to get into a game. This time the fat salesman was nowhere to be seen, which meant that he would have the pigeons all to himself. It was a golden opportunity for Roger to replenish his vanishing finances.
Used to husbanding his money, Roger wondered what had happened to the three hundred dollars he had won his first night on the train. He had been drinking rather heavily but the prices were not stiff. No, he had counted his money the day before. It was just impossible.
It was impossible all right, but there was a hell of a lot of money missing. He had had it all right there in his wallet before fucking that old hag, Samantha or whatever her name was. No, Roger thought with a smile, it was not conceivable that the fat woman could have picked his pocket.
But if she didn't somebody else must have and it could not very likely have been June. Well, there was no reason to cry over spilt milk. Somebody had taken him for a ride and maybe he would find out who had done it and maybe not. The important thing was to win some more bread.
A game finally started to develop and Roger figured that he had just about enough left to stay in for a few hands and hope for the best. They would be getting to California some time the next morning so it would be a good idea to get there with a little something in his pocket.
Roger sat down with three men and suggested a hand of poker. The game started a few minutes later and Roger vowed to himself that he was not going to play dirty unless somebody else started in first. In other words, the lad was going to cheat only in self defense.
The game grew to five players and soon there was a whole audience around them. Roger could recognize many of the faces, people who had been on the train for four days already. They were getting close to their destination and everybody seemed to be in a good mood. It was a nice way to end so long and tiring a journey.
Roger dealt the cards out for seven card stud, a game he had always had good luck at. It was strange that the salesman would not get in on the action on the last night of the trip. Maybe he was with Samantha again. The two of them must have made a hell of a sight in bed and Roger found himself giggling at the thought of all that naked fat.
However, there were more serious matters to concern the young man at that point in time. He had dealt two down cards and one up and things did not look especially good. However, he had to do something on this hand, lest he run out of dough and not be able to ante up for another.
Roger looked carefully around the table. He was showing a king but had only a six and a jack in the hole. Nobody else was showing much but one man seemed rather pleased with himself. Well, it was his bet and he had to show that things were not as bad as they seemed for him.
Roger bet two dollars and it stood around the table. The next card he dealt himself was a queen. However, the man to his left now had a pair of nines and seemed eager to jack up the stakes. Roger examined his finances and decided that he could afford to stay in for awhile.
His next card was an ace, which made Roger's heart leap with anticipation. From the way the other man was acting, he had something to back up his nines. Roger could only hope that it was another pair, rather than a full house or something else that would quash his potential straight.
Roger dealt out another card and gave himself a three, the last thing he could have wanted. However, there were only three of them left in the game and the other man was still holding nines. Well, the betting was getting heavy but it was too late for him to pull out.
The last card was dealt and Roger had to smile. A ten, the perfect card. Now he had a high straight, enough to beat three of a kind. The only thing that could top him would be a flush or a full house. It was a chance he would have to take since his resources had dwindled dangerously.
However, the man with the nines continued to jack up the betting, showing Roger that he must have suspected a bluff. Well, that was going to be his tough luck, unless he had something really good buried. Yeah, there was little doubt that this was going to be his hand.
The betting continued to sky rocket and that worried Roger. After all, he was showing four cards of a straight and the other man seemed to have enough dough to take things easy and bet only on a winner. Still, there was no choice but to keep calling his bets.
Now it was down to the three of them and Roger figured that the pot must have contained a good three or four hundred, bigger stakes than anybody had planned to play for. The bet went around once more and Roger noticed that he had less than fifty dollars. He called the bet and then it was time to lay down his cards and hope for the best.
The man with the nines declared first, showing of all things a queen high straight. Roger felt the sweat coalescing on his brow, the sweet smell of relief. The third man showed three kings and now it was Roger's turn to pipe up just before the other man congratulated himself.
"Sorry, gentlemen, I've got the big one," he said with a smile. "Some fucking hand isn't it? Well, it's your deal buddy, let's get on with it."
"I'll be damned," the man with the nines answered. "I thought I had everybody buffaloed and then you come along with that straight. I could have sworn you were bluffing."
Roger offered his condolences and then passed the deck. It would have been good to get out with his winnings but that just wasn't the sort of thing that you did, not if you wanted to stay healthy. No, he would have to stick around and hope that he kept winning for awhile.
However, luck started to turn against Roger almost immediately. He was in a position where he did not have to bet dangerously but on the other hand he seemed to be getting dealt next to nothing. By the time midnight had rolled around he had lost almost half of that big first pot.
Roger sat in on the game until two in the morning, hoping to recoup some of his lost loot. By the time the game broke up he was only one hundred fifty dollars in the black. It was better than nothing but it was not going to be enough to use to get something started in California.
Roger said goodnight to his fellow players, glad in a way that nobody had lost his shirt. This was a much better and more sportsmanlike group and everybody left in reasonably good spirits. Roger headed for his berth, ready to call it a night and get some well earned sleep.
However, when he got to his berth, June was waiting there for him, a funny expression on her sophisticated, beautiful face. She put her fingers over her lips when Roger saw her, motioning for him to keep quiet. Something was going on that seemed to be amusing her immensely.
"There are these two old people fucking in the berth next to yours," she whispered. "I came over to see where you were and I just couldn't help seeing them."
"I know who they are," Roger replied sotto voce. "I could tell you a few things about the woman. Listen, can I get to my stuff or do they have it blockaded?"
"Oh, don't disturb them," June answered. "I saw them when they first came in. You must be the only other person left in the car. They wanted to see if you were back yet."
"Were they looking through my stuff or what?" Roger asked, suddenly suspicious. "All right, tell me about it back in your room. I'm tired as shit."
"I'll take care of that," June smiled. "I was so mad at you before but now I might be willing to forgive you."
"Let's get out of here then," Roger answered. "Shit, I never believed I could be this tired. Must be getting old."
Roger followed June back to her private room, wondering what the hell Sam and Samantha had been doing poking through his belongings. Well, there wasn't much there to look at but he would check everything out in the morning nonetheless, ready to confront them with what June had told them.
However, now that he was alone with June, Roger felt that it was time for a little celebration. June was a weird chick all right, but she was showing that she had a good sense of humor as well. It was obvious that she was no longer pissed off at him, even though he had no idea why she had been so angry in the first place over something like sex.
He knew enough not to talk about it, though. June was a good looking girl and it had been a real pleasure to fuck her. It was best to let bygones be bygones and do it again. If she acted up again that didn't matter, since he would be getting rid of her in no more than a couple of hours.
June smiled at her lover and reached into her pocketbook, quickly producing some more marijuana cigarettes. Roger felt that he would have preferred a drink but then again they had had a good time smoking the stuff before. He might as well go through with it and hope for the best.
The joint was lit and passed to him a few seconds later and Roger took a deep drag, feeling his exhaustion starting to fade. June was looking better than ever and now he was getting stoned with her. It was bound to bring them close together and end any mutual antagonism.
Roger finished off the first joint and then leaned back as June lit a second. Now he was beginning to get stoned again. He could hear a vague buzzing in the air around him, a sound that had nothing to do with the noise of the moving train. Everything was getting very warm and pleasant and mellow.
Also, June was sitting right next to him now, pressing her beautiful body against his side. It was obvious that the girl really wanted him again, that he had done a good job of satisfying her the first time around. Well, there was no reason on earth not to repeat that performance.
Roger took the young blonde in his arms and then kissed June full on the lips. His big cock was beginning to swell under the thick fabric of his trousers, pressing against the fly in a way that was almost painful. Still, relief was in sight. Within a couple of minutes his cock would be unsheathed and firmly place into one of June's inviting orifices.
June got up and began to strip for him, once again doing one of her dynamic strip teases. Tired as he was, Roger was more than happy to sit there and watch for awhile. He took off his own clothing in rather desultory fashion, really in no hurry to get things going.
The girl was naked a few minutes later and Roger too was in a state of total undress. He took June in his arms and could feel the woman's hand reaching down to fondle his prick. Well, she seemed hot and ready to go and he was in pretty much the same mood himself.
Roger reclined on the bed, perfectly willing to let June take the active role for awhile. The grass had managed to revive his spirits but on the other hand, he still felt sleepy and somewhat numb. A good blowjob would do the trick, bring him back to a state of passionate life.
June took one look at the rapidly swelling cock in her right hand and knew exactly what to do. It was fun to run her fingers along the barrel of the big weapon, tease it and watch it turn dark and hard, but that was hardly enough to satisfy a full blooded horny woman like herself.
She bent her body forward and then quickly pressed her lips against the tip of Roger's prick, feeling the heat diffuse directly into her mouth. The thing looked like a shotgun at that point, loaded, cocked and ready to go off at a moment's notice under the right kind of stimulation.
June continued to kiss the big prick, feeling it rise to a state of full erection. This was the kind of thing she most relished, a hot blooded man who made no bones about his sexual desires. Yes, she had been damned lucky to meet a man like Roger on a train journey.
Now she had her lips fluttering on the tip of Roger's prick and began to use her right hand to work on his balls and the hairy base of his weapon. It was a form of stimulation that she knew would turn on any normal man. In Roger's case, it was bound to make the young man's blood boil, until he was ready to explode only a few minutes later.
Roger smiled down at the high class woman who was now working his prick deeper into her dripping mouth. There was no telling with women, he concluded, you just couldn't know what to expect at any given time. The day before he had been ready to write June off, sure that she would never want to see him again after their first bout of sex.
But now the girl was sucking his cock and having a ball doing it, really working out on the stiff shaft. She had her eyes closed but her excitement was evident. Yes, the girl wanted nothing more than to have her virile lover fill her mouth with come, which matched Roger's desires perfectly.
Roger lay back on the bed and let June drape her naked body across his. His prick was buried in her mouth now and the girl obviously intended to service the full eight inches of it, take it into the back of her throat even if that made it totally impossible for her to breathe.
He lay forward a little, watching June, wondering how many times she had performed that same motion. It was hard to imagine what went through a girl's mind at a time like that, but really, it wasn't very important as long as she was doing such a great number on his throbbing cock.
He wondered if it actually turned the girl on to have a cock in her mouth, to feel the blood coursing through the thick shaft, knowing that it would soon explode in her mouth and cause her to be swimming in hot come. Yes, maybe it was possible for that to turn her on.
In any case, it was rather difficult to empathize with the girl now that she was slowly lowering her head down onto his cock. The big thing was disappearing an inch at a time and it didn't seem to be causing the girl a moment of pain or the slightest amount of difficulty or discomfort.
No, June now had her lips pressed against his pubic hair and was keeping his prick from moving by digging her white teeth into its hirsute base. Roger was perfectly content to take things easy. He was going to come soon but in the meantime there was nothing wrong with letting the girl have her fun, giving June a chance to display her awesome talents.
June must have sensed it too, because she let the big cock slide part way out of her mouth and then began to flick her tongue back and forth across the thick head. That was the kind of stimulation that aroused Roger more than anything else and he knew his orgasm was just around the corner.
Roger let the girl take his prick out of her mouth and then she was flicking her tongue back and forth across the shiny shaft, like a hummingbird gathering nectar. It was great to watch her work like that but every time he did it, it would bring Roger closer to his climax.
June was absolutely incredible, he decided. She was tireless, aiming for the tip of his prick and hitting that target with unfailing accuracy. He could have watched her work forever but his body declined to cooperate. He was just about to give the girl a load of hot come to swallow.
Roger insisted on shoving his cock back into June's talented mouth, knowing that the end was almost in sight. Yes, it was great to be blown like that but no man could stand up to it for long. It would be a waste of time fighting June when she was concentrating on getting him to come.
Now, however, the girl was cooperating fully. June had his prick in her mouth and she was biting on the tip of it, almost numbing the sensitive organ. Roger had no objection to a little rough play but the girl was really worrying him now, acting like she was going to bite his prick right off.
Roger did not worry about it for long. The sap was rising and he was due to explode in a few seconds more. June seemed to know it too and she was now treating him a little more gently, handling his cock with tender loving care now that she knew her victory was so close.
She bobbed her head up and down gently, creating a motion that threatened to hypnotize Roger. He looked down at his prick and saw that it was redder than ever, the thick veins standing out prominently along the spit soaked surface. Yes, a few morel strokes and he would be ready to fill the girl's clinging mouth with a man-sized load of hot come.
He then shoved his prick in for the last time and let it explode deep inside June's mouth. The girl held it with both hands, refusing to let a drop of the precious fluids escape her hungry mouth. Roger had never seen a woman so eager to swallow his copious bath of come.
June allowed the come to shoot into her mouth, and then began to roll it back and forth over her tongue for a few minutes. Roger could see some of the scum leaking out of the corner of his mistress's mouth, rolling down her chin and forming a streak between her big heaving tits.
He lay back on the bed and relaxed for a few minutes, feeling that it wouldn't take much to get him aroused a second time. He still had something in the back of his mind, something about Sam looking through the stuff in his berth. Well, most likely it wouldn't come to anything, he figured.
"That was really something else," June told him. "You know, I was really pissed at you before. Want to know why?"
"Sure, lay it on me," Roger replied. "I never have figured you out and maybe I'll do better this time."
"Well, I guess you could say I have a pretty strange attitude towards sex," June began. "I'm not really a masochist but I'm afraid I have a lot of that in my character."
"But you don't seem like that at all," Roger protested. "I mean you came just like any other woman would."
"That's true," June conceded. "But the thing is that I didn't have my orgasm until you started to get mad and punish me. That was what really turned me on."
"Look, I'm not into that shit," Roger answered warily. "I've never beat up a woman and I'm not going to start now. Believe me, it's a lost cause, baby."
"But you don't have to do anything like that," June told her lover. "I'd like it if you just spanked me a little. That's all I really need to get myself moving. If you do that we can have a swell time together when we fuck."
"All right, anything you say," Roger answered. "I just want to get it over with. You tell me what to do and I'll do it. You can't ask for anymore than that, can you?"
June smiled with unconcealed delight and then told Roger exactly what to do. She got down onto her hands and knees and then draped her torso over the mattress. In that position she looked absolutely fantastic and Roger knew that it would be a pleasure to take a few slaps at her big ass.
June closed her eyes and then began twitching her buttocks in a way that Roger could not resist for long. All that undulating flesh was just calling out to be abused and now his own passion had been fired. Yes, he would do what she wanted and probably have a ball in the process.
Roger came behind June and then raised his hand high over his head, aware that the girl knew everything he was doing despite her closed eyes. He kept his hand up in the air for about twenty seconds and then brought it down as hard and silently as he could.
His hand made a loud cracking motion as it slammed into June's buttocks. When he removed it Roger could see his handprints on the girls tender, practically translucent flesh. Yes, he was leaving his mark all right, it was every bit as incriminating as fingerprints would have been.
Roger then raised his hand a second time, bringing it down onto the identical spot. He was beginning to get into it now and June seemed to be digging it even more. She was a strange girl but it was not his business to judge her. No, June seemed perfectly able to take care of herself in bed.
Roger began to vary his strokes, sometimes hitting the girl so gently that she begged him to punish her more severely. June was laughing like hell most of the time, hardly feeling the pain at all. He wasn't doing her any physical damage which gave the young man the courage to continue.
Roger felt his own genitals beginning to rise to the occasion. There was no point trying to deny that it turned him on to spank the girl. She was a mischievous creature and deserved it in any case. In a few more seconds he would be ready to fuck her and go on to bigger and better things.
Finally Roger had had enough. His prick stood straight out before him and June had her thighs parted wide enough so that he could fuck her cunt or asshole. It was hard to choose between the equally delightful apertures but Roger soon decided to fuck the girl in an ordinary sort of way, shove his cock into her cunt as hard and fast as he could.
He got down behind June and wasted no time working his stiff cock into the girl's already dripping vagina. He had not even touched that part of her body but the spanking had got June dripping wet and ready for anything. This time she was going to come in record time.
Roger worked his prick in to the hilt with no trouble at all. The girl was wetter and tighter than ever and she was already squealing with delight, begging him to fuck her harder. He had never seen a girl get turned on quite that fast, but then again he had never met a girl like June. She was giving him a strange education all right.
June began to move with her lover, grinding her ass into his muscular midsection and using her powerful vaginal sphincter to clamp down on his probing cock. That was fine with Roger, who was in no way ready to come himself. No, she had drained him dry with her mouth before.
However, it was fun just to keep sticking his cock into June's asshole, knowing that the girl was loving every minute of it. Her body was moving like a snake now, as if she didn't have a bone in her entire musculature. He had never been with a girl who could move that well.
June finally began to have her orgasm, screaming her passion aloud, reaching behind her body to grab onto Roger's balls so that he could not move an inch. Roger had no objection to that although it was somewhat distracting to have the girl's long fingernails digging into his meat.
However, June's orgasm was over a few seconds later. He left his prick buried inside her labia and then the girl went through her contractions loudly and with great passion. By the time she was finished Roger felt pretty well stimulated himself, almost ready to fire his own wad.
Roger continued to fuck the girl. It was late at night and he was tired as hell but there was no way he could resist her salient appeal. Unlike many other women, June did not slow down after her orgasm. Coming only seemed to stimulate her to ever greater sexual exertions.
By the time they were finished, Roger was too tired to go back to his own berth. Let the old people have their fun, he decided. He curled up next to June's naked body and felt her hand going for his prick again. It was impossible but the girl was still not fully satisfied, still wanting him to fuck her again.