The Twentieth Century Limited roared into Chicago and dropped off Vic Singleton's group on its way to the coast. Out of Chicago they took the Coast Flyer for the rest of the transcontinental hop.
The train swayed and bounced at a high rate of speed, but George Panther was bored. They had three more days and nights to reach Los Angeles, and nobody was happy in the group except Vic and Maddy.
It was the middle of September, with Atlantic City and the water show behind them. As Houdini predicted, they'd had a couple of good weeks of business, filling the aquarium twice a night at five dollars a shot, and then suddenly it all faded, so they closed the show. It was time to move on to California and Vic's invitational endurance swim.
Now it was early evening as they beat their way across Illinois towards Kansas City. Texas Bunny sat in George and Phil's compartment talking over the future in glum tones with George.
"Phil's in the club car getting stewed tonight, like last night," said George. "You know why?"
"Of course I know why," said Texas. "Maddy's compartment is right next to Flair's and mine. Vic Singleton spent most of the night in with her. Phil's really carrying the torch for that ridiculous brunette."
"And you're carrying the torch for Vic, and Flair's sore at her old man for planning to marry Maddy," said George. "One big, happy family."
"I'm lucky Vic even brought me along," said Texas in her shy, quiet voice. "But if I can get out to Hollywood, maybe I can find a spot in pictures."
George knew her hope. They were experimenting with sound in motion pictures these days. As a singer, Texas thought she might get in on the ground floor. George doubted that sound would make the grade. It was a great idea but there were thousands of theatres across the land, none wired for sound, and the cost to change them would run higher than the national budget.
"At least you have no problems," said Texas. "You'll stay with the team and do the swim." There was no place for her in the Catalina action.
"I got problems," said George. "Everybody's fucking everybody in this group, if you'll excuse my French, but I'm not getting any."
Texas laughed. "There're all kinds of women on this train."
"I've seen 'em," said George. "How about you and me tonight."
"Sorry, George," said Texas. She rose quickly. "I like you but not in that way."
"A million times I've heard that," gloomed George.
After she left, George sat there nursing his flask and feeling bad about his low position on the totem pole. Vic could tap Maddy and Texas Bunny. He was pretty sure Phil had racked up Texas as well as Flair. Three gorgeous broads and he got nothing. It just wasn't fair. Fuck Maddy, his niece? Why not? She was like a stranger to him.
After a bit Phil came in, looking rocky and glum, stripped and fell into his bunk. He was snoring before George could get out of the compartment. Poor guy, his big triumph was dust in his mouth.
George headed for the club car to find the swaying train's passengers already settling down for the night. Berths were made up, people were retiring.
George found Vic Singleton in the club car, with a worried look, going over his figures for the Catalina swim. Phil was really sticking big numbers on Singleton's board; it had to be a class operation. Good for Phil.
He spoke with Vic for a moment who said: "Oh, George, would you mind giving Maddy a message for me? Tell her I'm going to bed early tonight." He gave George a wry smile. "Getting a little too much sex, I'm afraid," he whispered. "You know, older guy, younger woman. They want a lot. You see, if I go to tell her, I'll get excited again and the first thing you know it's another night in her compartment. I'm plumb wore out."
"It must be hard," said George, burning with envy.
"Or soft," kidded Vic. "A little too soft tonight."
He was gone with the wave of his hand.
George began to look for a knowing porter who did not believe in the Volstead Act and would find a way to refill his flask. I'll tell her, her thought. In fact, I'll put a one-night stand for you, Vic, and try to keep the kid happy. I oughta be good for one night.
Flask refilled, wallet lighter, George headed back to their Pullman, his resentment growing. What he ought to do was tie Vic's kid on her bunk and rip off a piece himself. He was getting real tired of moving among these three luscious dames and not getting any.
"I'm tired of men," said Flair to Texas Bunny. Flair sat on her bunk in her panties and bra watching the platinum blonde comb her hair.
"Tell me about it," said Texas. She smiled to herself. She knew that Flair had been a virgin until recently and had had no man except Phil. Wonderful Phil, with that huge, stiff prong.
"I'll never marry," said Flair.
"Good idea, honey. Men drain you," said Texas. She had a suspicion of Flair's problem. Since Flair's father had dropped Texas, Flair had suddenly become friendly with her. Right now Flair hated Maddy.
"I could be a lesbian," said Flair.
"Sure you could, honey," said Texas. "With your looks you could be anything." It was said without rancor. Texas was well satisfied with her own beauty, except that she was thirty to Flair's twenty. But so what?
"Have you ever done it?" asked Flair.
"Done what, Flair?"
"Made love to another woman."
"Not me!" laughed Texas. "There's no chance of a home, kids and a strong wage-earner if you go that way."
"You don't want a home and kids," said Flair. "You want to sing, excite men and make your money."
Suddenly Texas felt herself caught from behind and felt a warm, near-nude body pressing her. "You're sexy," said Flair dreamily. "Soft, sweet."
"My meat is loose on my bones, honey," laughed Texas nervously. She put down her comb. "Some men like that."
Flair kissed Texas on the back of the neck where shoulder joined throat. Texas shivered in a tremor of excitement.
"I'll bet we could make it," whispered Flair.
"Oh child, cut it out!" said Texas in alarm.
"I have to learn about sex," said Flair. "I'm twenty and totally ignorant."
Texas felt strong hands cup her breasts from behind. She wore only a thin dressing gown and her nipples jumped to life as Flair squeezed them. Texas felt a rush of sexuality clear down to her cunt.
"Nice," said Flair. Her voice sounded aroused.
"Cut it out!" cried Texas in her soft voice, thoroughly alarmed.
A strong hand ran up the slope of her throat and turned her head to her shoulder. Flair's warm lips sought hers and kissed.
"We're all alone in here, nobody to see or hear," whispered Flair. "We could get ourselves off and nobody would know. Isn't that swaying of the train sexy?"
"Forget it!" cried Texas in distress. She jumped up and freed herself. She turned to her bunk. Flair gave an excited laugh and caught her, fell on her taking her down on the bunk.
"Why don't we fool around a little?" said Flair.
Texas was really scared now. Flair was athletic, strong, weighed more than she did, and was younger to boot. And willful. Worse, that kiss on the lips had excited her some.
"Lay off of me!" cried Texas. She began to struggle which was a mistake. Flair held her down and wrestled, peeling off her robe. Texas found herself naked with Flair's big breasts almost in her face.
"Oh damn!" said Texas. She tried to strike Flair but the younger girl held her arm.
"You screwed my father," said Flair. "Why not try the rest of the Singleton meat."
"Flair!" gasped Texas. "Stop." Flair had put her strong hand on Texas Bunny's cunt.
Texas didn't know what to do. Flair was sort of spoiled, always got what she wanted. She might get them into deep trouble without realizing it. Then she had to gasp as Flair held her tight and fingered first along her cunt lips and then began to work a digit inside.
"Oh, Flair, don't do this!" she begged.
"I've never felt inside a cu-box except my own," said Flair. "Even that I couldn't feel much of until I lost my maidenhead. Just let me feel."
"No, no, no!" cried Texas, struggling. Her butt came off the bed, her legs spread. She gave a fruity groan as her teased cunt wetted and Flair's long finger dipped into her honey interior. "Ohmigod," Texas whimpered. Thrill after thrill shot up her belly as Flair force-masturbated her. That demanding finger caressing her clit was arousing her, heating her up.
"You're so good looking," breathed Flair. Her hot eyes swept Texas' body. Frigging Texas, she suddenly dropped her head and began to suck one of Texas' tits.
"Aw, Gawd!" gasped Texas, thrilling, struggling, dizzy with sudden good feeling. Flair had a real tight friction going on her clit. That questing tongue on her nipple crazed her further.
Flair lifted her head. "You're one hot bitch," she said as they both watched Texas Bunny's loins rock and buck to the masturbation.
"Oh my God, Flair, please don't d-do this," Bunny begged.
"I just want to see," began Flair. Then suddenly she capped Bunny's soft lips with hers and forced open Bunny's mouth. Texas felt the soft, smooth tongue slide in.
In spite of herself Texas took the hot, wet kiss for a few seconds as her heart thumped madly. She was hot now with her cunt flowing and her belly on fire with desire.
"I can make you come!" cried Flair, like a kid with a new toy. "I know I can!"
"S-s-sure!" moaned Texas. She was fairly lost now, rocking her taken cunt on Flair's finger, her nipples burning, her belly ready.
The attack stopped as suddenly as it had began. Flair removed her finger, let go of Texas Bunny and fell back on the bunk. Her own hand moved to stroke her own cunt.
"I'm wet," she announced. "I'm kind of hot."
Texas was plenty hot. For some reason this sudden withdrawal made her mad.
"You bitch!" she cried in her soft voice. She flung herself on Flair's body, and bit the hard, standing nipple of one of Flair's gorgeous breasts. She expected Flair to scream, but the girl only moaned in pleasure. The bra had saved her.
"Oh, yessss, I like that!" crooned Flair. While Texas looked at her astonished, she unhooked her bra and presented her naked tit. Texas bit again on the exposed hard nipple, felt the caress of the soft breast flesh. She felt her belly heat up some more. It was delightful to kiss another woman's breasts with ardor. Especially a good-looking girl like Flair.
"I like it, too!" said Texas. She palmed one nipple and ate the other. Criminy, Flair was really built. Her own nipples thrilled to dig against Flair's smooth, yielding flesh.
"Just a minute."
Flair struggled under Texas and removed her panties. Their naked bellies came together. Softly they both made fuck motions against the pelvis of the other. Texas found the results were startling. Female pelvic bones dragged sexily on soft, wet cunts, stimulating eager clitoris. Flair's hot cunt honey smeared on Texas' platinum bush. She moaned, while Flair gasped.
Flair put her hands on Texas' soft buttocks and held their loins tight together while they ground out glory, each staring into the other's eyes, with expressions of daring, pleasure, wonder and even a little embarrassment flitting over their faces, each emotion in turn.
"Incredible," said Flair.
"Sexy," said Texas.
"Hot, wet," said Flair.
"We can come like this," breathed Texas, humping faster.
Time stopped for Texas Bunny, getting the best of the action in the superior position. She was wildly excited by Flair's body now, experiencing a totally new sensation. Flair was muscled but not like a man. She wasn't hard, just firm. Her hot young skin flowed through Texas' hands as the singer rocked and crooned in pleasure, white hot from the clit contact. Texas kissed and nibbled Flair's big nipples until the younger woman whimpered in distress-desire. She sank her mouth on Flair's sucking out juices from the hot young mouth; she felt the big, voluptuous body squirm and writhe deliciously under her. All the time she was rising, rising.
And the train swayed along in a gentle, sexual motion that added fire to her flames.
"Oh, God, I'm fucked!" Texas cried as she reached her peak. She stared down at Flair in horror as she realized she was about to spend her womanhood in perverted lesbian debauchery. There was no way to stop it. She thrilled to ecstasy.
"Oh, Flair!" She froze and paid off her sex treasure. Throb, throb, throb. Her cunt thudded and fluttered in delicious spasms that quenched the hot, brilliant fire in her belly. Flair held her buttocks tight and ground off Texas' deep body throbs with her pelvis, while Texas moaned and Flair murmured happily to feel this new sex experience, a hot, flowing cunt expiring against her belly. The combined female juices oiled their bellies, cunts and thighs liberally.
Then breathing hard Texas slumped on top of Flair's nudity and gave a tinkling laugh.
"Does that answer your question?"
"Oh, Texas, what have I got us into?" cried Flair. Having forced the other woman's sexuality, her puritan nature took over.
"Into some hot girl fucking," laughed Texas. She spread Flair's thighs and went for her muff and slit, licking avidly at the spent juices, so warm and musky. As long as they'd started it was better to wallow than dip.
Texas was the aggressor now as she sucked and tongued Flair's burning cunt. Flair lay there, legs spread, hot mouth eating her cunt and felt astonished. She had merely been watching Texas comb her hair shortly before and had wondered what a man would think, staring at the singer. She'd fooled around a little and look at what they were into. But it was great fun to play with Texas Bunny's soft, helpless body. To finger into her box, kiss her shapely breasts and suck on her weak, sensual mouth. Texas was all woman. Now Texas was taking her.
Flair lifted her butt from the bed and fucked happily on the other's face. She gave herself thrills by cupping her own breasts and releasing the heavenly fire of nipple stimulation. She felt pierced into her being, almost as taken as if Phil's big, impossible prick grooved into her passage.
"Lovely, oh, lovely!" she sang, rising to peak.
"Go, you bitch," laughed Texas. Her small fox-like face was smeared with love juices as she peered over Flair's belly. "You wanted the trip, now pay the price." Then she sucked hard again on Flair's cunt and Flair went right up through the train roof.
"Oh, he, he, he heeeee!" she stormed, lifting again and feeling her body lock in exquisite pre-orgasm. She hung there and quivered as her sex system got ready to deliver.
"Go!" she yipped.
Throb, throb, throb. Her cunt squeezed out flame and relief in one of her strong orgasms, her organ convulsing much as she thought a prick must do when it exploded. She gave sobs of delight, relief and pleasure as she gave up her own sex treasure to her pillaging lover. Again and again she threw off convulsive, rich throbs of tribute to the hungry mouth that clung to her belly. Finally desire, relief and pleasure ebbed, to leave her panting and glowing, fully taken.
"I guess we… did it," she said shyly to Texas Bunny.
Texas crawled up on her big body and laid on top of her again.
"How about one more time before we go back to the world of the normal," said Texas, as she teased Flair by smearing her cunt-oiled cheeks on Flair's.
George Panther didn't deliver Vic's message to Maddy right away. Instead he went back to his compartment to listen to Phil snore and tap his flask a little, but not too much. He kept thinking about the beautiful set-up that only he knew about. Singleton had bought them four compartments right in a row. A compartment, or bedroom, had two bunks, its own toilet that the railroad called "enclosed facility" and plenty of room to move around in privacy. During the day the bunks made two quite adequate sofas to lounge on. In the Singleton string, there was Maddy, all alone on one end, as befitted Vic's intended. Next came Texas and Flair's. Flair didn't want to be alone, so she bunked in with Texas. Then came Phil and George together, and finally Vic all alone in the fourth compartment, as befitted their bankroller.
So Maddy was all alone in her big private compartment, waiting for Vic to sneak in for some fun as he had done last night. Except Vic wouldn't be coming tonight. George tried to imagine a way he could entice Maddy to trade off. Maybe he could get her drunk… no, the nurse-athlete didn't drink. Maybe he could appeal to her because he was eight years younger than Vic, but still a father figure. No, that wouldn't work. What if he jollied her and kidded around? Some people like to cheat on their lovers, get a little secret outside sex. Adultery was based on that. But he didn't think Maddy was the type and even if she were, she wouldn't take chances on losing Vic before they were for Crissake even married.
It would make a great Mack Sennett comedy, but life wasn't show business, nor a comedy. It was just dull. Still, he'd give a hundred dollars for ten minutes of hot sex with Maddy; it would brighten this whole humdrum train trip for him.
A lot later he went out into the corridor and checked Vic's bedroom. Vic's door was locked, the guy was bedded down for the night. He listened at the door of Texas and Flair's compartment, and he thought he heard voices. It didn't matter. Once women took off their public clothes and makeup they weren't likely to go parading around train corridors. Those ladies were also in for the night. Nor with the singsong rumble of the train wheels on the track would they be able to hear anything that went on next door at Maddy's.
George stood in the tight corridor on the swaying train for long moments before he knocked on Maddy's door to deliver Vic's message that Vic wouldn't be coming. It must have been about ten o'clock but it felt like one in the morning. Absolutely nobody was moving in this car, as far as he could see either way.
What would happen, he'd go in, deliver his message, make some dumb verbal pass, be refused and be out and back in his own compartment in less than a minute. She might just open the door and peek out and that would be all he got, a peek at a slice of her face and "goodnight".
Shit. Forget stolen sex. Knock on her door, deliver Vic's message and get it over with. His flask never said "no" to him.
He tapped on Maddy's door. Nothing happened. He tapped again and waited but nothing happened. He knew her door was not locked; it had to be open or Vic couldn't slip in. The railroad didn't hand out keys.
He opened her door and peeked in. The dim night light was on. Maddy laid on top of her bunk waiting for her lover, and she wore a sheer gown of silk that was mere gauze. He could see both her nipples plainly through the filmy stuff.
She was fast asleep!
Heart pounding, George Panther slipped into her compartment and closed and locked the door.