Chapter 8
Roger woke up in the morning and found that he was alone. He looked at the clock and saw that they were due to arrive in Los Angeles in no more than a few hours. Well, June had not left him a note but she was bound to come back soon. He could afford to sleep a little longer.
He had a dry feeling in his mouth and went for a drink of water before climbing back under the sheets. Yes, June had shown him a good time in bed but for some reason he was still thinking about Nan. He had told June about the other girl just before they had fallen asleep.
Rather than be jealous about the whole thing, June had told him that he had been a fool not to stick with the girl, get off the train with her at Phoenix. It was obvious that he was in love and he should not have let the idea of adultery stand in the way of his deepest desires.
Roger had agreed with that but wondered if he would ever act on the girl's sound advice. Yes, he loved Nan but the girl was simply too good for him. It was a thorny problem, one which could not be solved. It would be best to continue trying to forget the beautiful passionate woman.
Roger drifted off to sleep a few minutes later, not to wake up until there was a loud knock on the door. Without thinking, he yelled out for the party to come in, quickly pulling the covers over his naked body, surprised to see that his prick had gone hard while he was sleeping.
"That's him," he heard a familiar feminine voice saying. "That's the bastard who was going through my things. Why did I ever trust him? He took advantage of me."
"I saw it too," a man's voice added. "He seduced the woman and then he robbed her jewelry. I'll vouch for her. I'm sure he is some kind of escaped criminal."
By the time Roger realized what was happening to him it was far too late to do anything about it. There was a detective on either side of him and they were searching through his clothing, looking for some piece of jewelry or other that he was supposed to have lifted.
The jewelry did not turn up and then Sam made a suggestion to the police. The rest of Roger's belongings were most likely in his berth. They might as well go there to search and see if they couldn't catch him with the hot loot.
Roger was forced to dress and then was taken in handcuffs to his own car. Now that he was awake, it was evident what had happened. They were scheming against him, had found some way to pin a theft on him. He was in a hell of a fix no matter how he looked at the situation.
Roger followed his captors compliantly, knowing that there was no point in trying to escape or even explain his side of the situation. When they checked into his background they were going to find all sorts of things that would go against him in court. Yes, he was going up the river all right, before he ever got a chance to see California.
He stared at Sam and Samantha but they were still doing their act, pretending that they were furious at him for abusing the trust of an innocent woman. Well, let them play their game, Roger thought. He was going to get out of it sooner or later and then there would be hell to pay.
They walked into the berth and Roger could see the eyes of the other passengers boring into him, staring at his manacles. Well, that didn't bother him much one way or the other. It was just a shame that he was letting those two bastards get the better of him, a real pity.
The two policemen went through his baggage and then found the emerald broach in the inner pocket of his overcoat. Roger knew that he was being framed but there was no point trying to tell his side of the story. All he could do now was be cool and hope for the best.
The railroad detectives did not have the authority to arrest him but they would be in Los Angeles first and then they could turn him over to the authorities there. Yes, Sam had evidently figured it all out, timed it so that he would have no chance to talk his way out of trouble.
They had a big discussion about him and it was finally decided that he would be locked in the baggage car until the train arrived in Los Angeles. Then they would take him to the nearest policeman and everybody would go down to headquarters to tell his story and sign affidavits.
Roger was led off and wondered how the hell he was going to get out of it. Just as he was heading for the baggage car, he saw June walking his way. There was no reason to get the girl in trouble and he nodded at her, signaling for her to get away before she became implicated. There was nothing June could do for him at that point.
Roger was unceremoniously chained to a large trunk and realized that he was not going to get away too easily. He knew nothing about picking locks and the chain was too strong to be broken. He was going to have to cool his heels for a few hours and then try to face his fate like a man.
He sat and waited, wondering why he always managed to get in so much trouble. Well, he had brought this all on himself for if he had any sense at all he would be in Nan's loving arms that very moment, far away from this trouble. But he had been too stupid to stay with the woman.
Now he was headed for jail and that was a fate that he could not contemplate without fear and trembling; Roger could still remember his days in the reformatory and knew that jail would be even worse. It would ruin him once and for all, crush his young spirit completely.
There was a sound at the door and Roger was certain that it was one of his captors coming in to check on him. He heard somebody fiddling with the lock and then a familiar feminine voice was whispering to him, telling him to keep quiet, that she would soon be in to rescue him.
It was June and a few seconds later she was in the room with him, a bent hairpin in her hand. June was smiling but her face was pale as a sheet. She was elated and worried at the same time, excited by the idea of freeing the man she loved from his painful captivity.
"Don't talk loud," June told him, keeping her own voice unnaturally low. "It wasn't easy to get in here and we have to get you out fast, before somebody shows up."
"How the hell did you get in here?" Roger asked. "I mean that door was pretty fucking solid."
"Well, I made friends with one of the cops and he told me the whole story. The way I see it, they're trying to frame you. I know that broad and her jewelry is all fake anyway. It's probably some sort of insurance deal."
"But how do you know all this shit?" Roger asked, now totally confused. "I mean, you're not a con man like the rest of us. You're supposed to be a rich college girl."
"Don't be fooled by appearance," June smiled. "I was just taking you for a little ride. I've never been in college in my life, let alone been a professor. I just wanted to play games with you for a while."
Roger looked at his mistress with unconcealed admiration. She came over to him with the hairpin in her hand and immediately began to work on the locked handcuffs. It was hard going at first, especially since they had to keep silent. However, he now had complete confidence in the girl's abilities.
Two minutes later the lock snapped and Roger was able to pull his wrists apart. His hands were numb and without circulation but he rubbed them for a few minutes and then felt fine. He was out of trouble for the moment but of course he was still stuck on the train.
"All right, what the fuck am I going to do now?" he whispered. "I'm not really free you know. Do I jump off the train or what? You figure it out."
"I'm not sure yet," June answered. "But you might as well stay here until we make a decision. This is the only place that's safe for you at the moment."
The girl sat down next to Roger and soon both were lost in deep thought. Roger's impulse was to take his chances and jump but looking out the window told him that it would be rough going. The train was cruising fast and he stood an excellent chance of breaking his neck that way.
"It sounds crazy, but the only thing we can do is lock you in a trunk," June told him. "Mine is right here in the corner and they can't possibly search through everything. The only thing is making up some sort of cover story, some way to keep them from being suspicious right away."
"I've got it," Roger quickly added. "You tell them that you came into the room and I grabbed you and forced you to help me open the locked handcuffs. Then you can say that I robbed you or something and then jumped off the train. I can tie you up to make it look convincing."
"That sounds pretty good," June conceded. "I mean there's nothing they can do about it, can they? I'll tell them just that, but we better wait until the last minute."
"Yeah, you can create a lot of confusion that way," Roger answered. "Shit, I'd really like to get back at those bastards but I guess I better put that off for awhile."
Roger continued to rub his wrists and think about their plan. It involved a bit of danger for June but there was one way to get around that. Suppose lie went into somebody else's trunk. They would suspect June but this way she wouldn't have a thing to fear if they decided to search her luggage.
He told June his plan and the girl soon amplified it, saying that he could get his revenge at the same time. He could go into Samantha's trunk and not reveal himself until it was too late for her to do anything about it. Yes, that would be perfect poetic justice, she decided.
Roger giggled as they sought out Samantha's large trunk. It turned out to be locked but June took care of that quickly, using her hairpin again, taking only a few seconds to break through the lock. Things seemed to be going their way now although the future was still fraught with peril.
There was still an hour to kill but Roger knew just what he wanted to do with it. June had already offered the money to get to Phoenix. Once he got off the train he wouldn't have to worry too much. It would be hard for them to find him and even harder to make a case if they did.
Roger took June into his arms and kissed the woman full on her lips. For once June responded right off the bat. He still did not know where she was really at but there was just nobody else to trust. It seemed that he was small potatoes on that train, a minor league con man in the midst of a bunch of time-tested professional hucksters.
June smiled at her lover, glad that he was capable of fucking her in the midst of his troubles. Well, she was ready for it anytime of the day and this time had no intentions of forcing anything freaky on the confused young man. She felt very motherly towards Roger at that point.
The two of them spread out a few tarpaulins and then lay down and began to take off their clothing. They were naked in a matter of minutes and then Roger reached out and began to fondle his mistress' pussy. This time he was determined to eat her out before fucking her.
They were completely naked at that point and Roger finger-fucked the girl for a few minutes before letting his true intentions be know. Yes, he was going to get his tongue into that pussy no matter what she wanted. It was the only way he could think of rewarding the loving woman.
Roger bent his body forward and then forced his head between June's sleek white thighs. He had expected the girl to protest that kind of lovemaking but she was being a real angel about it, not saying a word and making no effort to stop him from achieving his sexual needs.
He worked his head in and then shot his tongue out of his wet mouth, flicking it across the girl's labia until he had discovered June's clitoris. The little pink organ immediately began to swell to twice its normal size, filling up with blood and turning a dark red in color.
June lay back, her legs spread as wide as they would go. The tarpaulin tickled her ass but that did not bother the woman for a moment. No, she wanted him to eat out her cunt now, see if it could turn her on. That had never happened before, but then again she had never had a man like Roger do it to her. Anything was possible with a virile stud like him.
Roger continued to work on the girl's clitoris for a few minutes, until he had gotten his fill. The little organ was standing out free and proud then, meeting his tongue and loving every one of his caresses. There was nothing wrong with June, not a thing in the world.
He let go of the woman's clitty and then began to work his tongue into her fragrant fuck hole. June closed her eyes and allowed Roger to take her on a trip. He wasn't hurting or abusing her at all but he was turning her on, bringing her ever closer to her impending orgasm.
Roger worked his head deeper into his mistress' pussy, wondering if things would really work out all right. Well, there wasn't much he could do about it and in any case he was in better shape than he had been in twenty minutes earlier, when he had still been manacled in the baggage room. Now he at least had a fair chance of escaping.
He slid his tongue into June's fragrant pussy and began to eat out every available inch of the girl's sweet smelling tissues. She was moaning with lust and he knew that she would come quickly. As long as that was the case, he was willing to bring out the heavy artillery.
Roger reached around, rolling June over onto her side. That way he could wrap his arms around her perky buttocks and force his right index finger into the girl's asshole. He had corn-holed her and knew that June liked nothing better than a little spot of anal stimulation.
June began to moan loudly and passionately and Roger knew that she would be over the verge in just a few more seconds. He was horny as hell himself and it would have been fun to fuck the woman then and there but what the hell, they still could do that a little later.
Then June started to come, moving faster and faster and trying desperately to control the sound of her growing passion. They had to be quiet but it was hard now that she was coming, contracting her tight pussy around the tongue that had driven her to distraction.
Roger kept his tongue rooted in June's dripping cunt until the woman's orgasm had run its course. It was gratifying to know that he could make her come like a normal woman and he knew he was going to miss her. Still, it didn't matter. He could always see her again someday, assuming that things did not work well with Nan, the woman he really loved.
His prick was hard as a bar of steel and Roger knew just what to do with it. He turned June over onto her stomach and then raised the girl so that she was on all fours, the very position he had used when he had spanked her so hard the previous night, which seemed ages in the past.
This time, however, he worked his prick into the girl's asshole, an inch at a time, going as gently as he possibly could. He did not want to hurt June, wanted to show her that sex could be good when it was loving and affectionate. It was the very least he could do for the good woman.
His prick slid in easily and once again Roger felt the great pleasure of being in June's clinging welcoming asshole. Yes, the girl wanted it bad after her orgasm and he was almost equally desirous. That time it was easy for him to forget all the trouble he was in.
Roger rooted his prick inside June's asshole and began to rotate it slowly, knowing that he was doing a good job of turning the girl on. He did not know if she would come this time around but that didn't matter, as long as they make love in a tender fashion.
Then Roger pulled his prick out of the girl's asshole. He had fucked both orifices before and there was no reason not to repeat that pleasant procedure. June was down for anything and she was enough of a woman to enjoy what he was doing. Yes, she was really dynamite in bed, the best woman he had ever fucked other than Nan.
His prick made a loud empty sound as it slid out of the girl's asshole. June maintained her position, knowing exactly what was going to happen to her next. It was a pleasure to be fucked by a man like Roger and in a way she was envious of the woman who had his true love.
But she and Roger were ships that had passed in the night. June knew that she had business to take care of in Los Angeles, things that she had to do on her own. Roger was a good man but he would only get in her way. It was best to keep business strictly separate from love and affection.
Her whole life had been like that, a flight from domesticity and stability. She loved Roger and could imagine settling down with the man but that would have changed her entire life style, something she was too old to do. Still, she could enjoy him while they were still together.
Yes, that was the thing, she decided, to have fun when you could and then go back to your normal way of life. Roger would work something out with Nan, find a way to get the woman to leave her husband. She could only be in the way, could only stand between him and the object of his desire.
Roger worked his prick into the girl's cunt, seeing that it was as wet and inviting as ever. This was the kind of thing he liked best. Anal sex was all well and good but it could never be more than a deviation from the real thing. He knew that Nan felt the same way he did about the whole thing.
Now his prick was gliding effortlessly into the woman's dripping pussy and Roger found himself greatly stimulated. Still, he was worrying about his escape and that made it hard to put things together sexually. He would just have to be patient and abandon himself to his bodily desires, something that would be sure to bear fruit in the long run.
June began to wiggle her ass in a way she knew would turn on her worried lover. She was getting hot as a firecracker herself but it would be working for her to think of her own needs. Roger needed a good orgasm to slow himself down and calm his nerves and that was just what he was going to get.
She reached around and started to play with Roger's balls, knowing that was a sure way to get the man moving in bed. The soft globes fit perfectly into her hands and that gave her the courage to continue. Yes, for the first time in her life she felt like a normal woman.
June had no idea why she had such masochistic tendencies but it hardly seemed to matter any longer. Roger was turning her on without hurting her at all and that was something to be prized and treasured. He was rewarding her far better than the innocent youth would ever know.
Roger continued to fuck June's cunt and then decided to take a few more whacks at her asshole. The little orifice had been pressed up against his midsection for a number of minutes and now he wanted to get into it again, something he was sure would please June immensely.
For her part, June was willing to be fucked in any way of her lover's choice. She spread her legs a little wider and then arched her back, wanting to ease his entry. Anal sex had always turned her on but it was even better when a man like Roger was doing the buggering.
Roger held his prick against June's wet pink asshole and then began to rotate it around the rim of the opening. He worked it in one inch at a time but didn't stop until he had penetrated the girl completely, knowing that in a few minutes he would be ready to fill the little aperture with a man-sized load of hot come.
He held the girl's buttocks and then reached around to fondle June's tits with his free hand. As usual, her nipples popped up as soon as he touched them, growing hard and red and puckered in his strong hands. June was an incredibly responsive woman he decided, a strange girl but a fantastic performer with her cunt and asshole.
He was almost ready to come but it seemed a shame to end things so soon. June was creaming in his hands and he soon worked his fingers down to her cunt, hoping that the girl would be able to come with him this time.
Roger continued to finger the girl's pussy, feeling the labia starting to contract around his probing fingers. Yes, she was going to come with him this time, the first simultaneous orgasm they had managed to achieve. It was really something one of the best things he had ever experienced.
June let out a small cry of passion, doing her best to disguise the ecstasy that was starting to overwhelm her. It was a new experience for her to be that close to her lover, but no man she had met in years had been able to turn her on the way Roger could.
"Come on, darling," she pleaded. "We don't have too much time left. Fuck me a little harder. It feels so good when you really sock it to me."
"Be quiet," Roger warned her. "All we need is for someone to hear us. Come on, just go with it and let it happen to you. I know we're really going to do it this time."
So saying, he worked his fingers deeper into the girl's cunt and continued to plow her asshole with his powerful cock. June started to come and Roger worked faster, seeing that he was a few moments behind her. They had come too far together to fuck things up at the very last moment.
Roger shoved his prick in one more time and then let it explode deep inside June's clinging asshole. She groaned with ecstasy and then let her juices fly, soaking his fingers and covering most of his midsection with her warm salty flow. It was a precious moment for both young lovers.
The two lovers remained locked together for a few more moments, unwilling to disengage their tired limbs. Roger felt that he could hardly breath any longer. The worst was yet to come but now he felt the courage to continue. With June on his side nothing was likely to go wrong.
He kissed the girl and then told her that they better get down to business. It was the time of crisis and they had to make sure not to fuck up when it really counted. June seemed to agree but Roger could tell that she would not have been averse to yet another bout of sex.
"All right, you might as well get into the trunk now," June conceded. "But first let me give you my address. You might need me again someday."
"I don't doubt it," Roger answered sincerely. "You saved my ass once and I wish I could repay you."
"Don't sweat over it," June insisted. "Just give that girl a good fucking and think of me sometimes. Now hurry up and get into there. We're almost in Los Angeles."
"Okay, here I go," Roger answered, climbing into the open trunk. "I hope I'll be seeing you again."
June closed the trunk of her lover and then asked if he could breathe. Roger answered in the affirmative and then June whispered a few words to him, saying how much she loved the man. It hurt Roger to think that he was deserting her but June would not have it any other way. It was unlikely that he would ever see the beautiful woman again.
Roger relaxed in the trunk for a few minutes, until he heard the train grinding to a halt. By that time June would have told her story to the police and they would be searching the train for him. Fortunately, nobody was likely to be smart enough to look in Samantha's trunk.
Then minutes later, Roger felt himself being unloaded. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to him and it was hard not to laugh when he heard the porters complaining about the weight they were hauling. It looked like he was finally making the big break to safety and revenge.