The train wheels clicked and the Pullman car rumbled while it swayed gently. George was all alone in a locked compartment with sexy young Maddy. She continued to sleep without the slightest sign of being aware anybody was in the room, her charms in that see-through negligee on bold display. Her skin was incredibly white and fine; her figure incredibly good. George could see almost every detail of her two ivory breasts, from the round bases up the exciting slopes to big aureoles and two succulent nipples. His niece? Easy to forget that!
His eyes swept on down to her flat stomach and navel, to her trim abdomen and then the exciting part, a thick bush of luxuriant black pubic hair that set off the pink of a small cunt that dazzled him. There was the sweet slope of her thighs and the clever curves of her calves, her whole body on display for him.
As he sat down tentatively on the sofa the porter hadn't made up, his cock began to rise. He thought Flair was as sexy a woman as he'd ever seen. Well, Maddy was Flair with an ivory skin instead of the tan, and luxurious hair of black instead of gold.
"Oh, baby, you are built!" he informed himself in a murmur.
Just to feast his eyes on the girl's nudity almost paid off for the trip. Well, he certainly didn't have to leave right away. She was asleep, apparently good for eight hours. Vic wouldn't be coming. His pulse was fast, his breathing deep, and his cock was now stiff in his pants. He sometimes had problems with hardons with his two dollar whores, but not here! It was more like Maddy Metcalf was a sexual sleeping beauty.
He unbuttoned his pants and took out his cock. The train did not come to a screeching halt. Vic did not break down the door with an axe and rush shouting at him. Maddy did not wake up and scream. Nothing at all happened. The train rushed on through the night while the girl bounced sexily from the car motion, loose as a doll and he sat there with his exposed cock rock hard and thrilling.
George felt better. He might make something of a sexual adventure of this after all. Staring at the luscious body he jerked off until he dry-throbbed, unashamed and unconscious of his masturbation at his age. He did it whenever he found it necessary or desirable.
But tonight it didn't make sense when there was luscious female flesh to touch. He took off his pants and shorts and mounted Maddy's hips. She neither wakened nor moved except natural motions of sleep and the bounce of the railroad car.
He laid back her robe exposing her nudity. Her breasts drew his hands like magnets. He cupped each warm beauty and felt her unconscious response as the nipples rose to caress his palms.
"Oh, baby!" he thrilled.
She moved to make a brush-off gesture, so he quickly withdrew his hands. He lowered himself gently until his hard, burning cock rested on the smooth ivory skin of her belly. He rocked, prick caught between his belly and hers, feeling rushes of pure delight throughout his belly. Ah, this was more like it.
He got in about a dozen luscious strokes before she moved and frightened him into pulling up, his blade now dry-throbbing furiously from contact with that silken, sleep-hot belly. He felt pretty wild now. He risked spreading her legs, his heart pumping furiously. He made it on the second try.
"Great balls of fire, there it is, George!" he exulted.
Her pink cunt was totally open for prick play. But it was dry, of course. He'd wake her up if he plunged in, and he'd wake her up if he diddled her to make her juices flow. A neat problem. He forged ahead anyway, gently rubbing her warm cunt lips to see what could be done. He knew it was a losing game. By the time he got her hot and got his cock in she'd be awake and he was dead. Vic would fire him, he'd lose out with Phil and be put off the train at the next stop. Was one orgasm worth it?
Yet as he worked slowly and carefully his luck held. The warm little cunt in his hand grew slippery and began to swell. Once or twice the girl softly moaned in her sleep and bucked a little on his fingers. He guessed she was having sweet erotic dreams about now.
Suddenly his finger slipped all the way into her tight, body-hot vagina. She was all juiced up. He froze, thrilling to feel her pink cunt tunnel velvety around his fingers, oiled and ready now. She murmured groggily and half-opened her eyes. He gasped in fear and pulled his fingers out.
She moved a little but slept on. Then his eye fell on the small bottle by her bed. It was Phenobarbital, a liquid sleeping medicine. He'd used enough of it himself to recognize it. It was powerful, prescription stuff but easy for a nurse to get. He chuckled when he saw what had happened. Disappointed when Vic didn't show up, the girl must've taken a sleeping shot to drift to sleep. It would take more than gentle manipulation to waken her!
He was really on fire now. He had a good chance to get away with a fuck! He waited till she settled once again into undisturbed sleep, his nerves high with desire. She could be had all the way.
This time he eased her belly up a little and positioned his prick for entry. Then he pressed it forward, gently but firmly. His eager blade violated her outer cunt lips, found her notch. He gave a soft grunt of happiness and oozed into her, the young vagina gripping his jong with oiled persistence. The friction was fantastic!
"Oh, oh," he moaned in sublime pleasure. His wildest dream had been fulfilled. He had his stiff cock fucked right inside Maddy Metcalf's belly! Their loins slid together as he buried his cock all the way up into her. She bucked under him and murmured as if coming awake. He froze, hoping that she…
Catastrophe!
The excitement had been too much for his tensed-up sex equipment. Just as he got ready for a gentle, long sneak-fuck, his pleasure nerves overloaded. He was going to have to come and there was no way to stop it. He groaned in disappointment and pleasure as he felt the great rise to inevitable ejaculation.
"S-sorry!" he gasped.
Spurt! He'd committed incest with his niece!
He shot off a great dart of liquid relief and joy inside of her cunt. Then he panicked. She was stirring too much. He jerked back and out of her cunt, cock gleaming with her oils and spuming. He laid on the outside of her creamy-smooth belly and let the rest of his seed spew out. His excitement in this adventure had been so great that his jism shot clear up her body to her throat.
Spurt, spurt, spurt. "Ahhh."
As his shots lost force the strings didn't reach so high. For wild seconds he reveled in his hot throw, jerking, spending, laying oily sperm down her cleavage and onto her belly. Then he was done, glowing with good feeling of the after-fuck. Emptied.
But she was a mess. His overfull reservoirs had laid a river of sperm from her throat, between her breasts, down her belly to her cunt. And she stirred and gurgled. "Wha'sisss!"
He pulled back off of her, sure she was going to wake up. But she didn't. She went back to sleep with her sexy body gleaming with his trail of jism all the way down. He jumped up and used his pocket handkerchief to clean her as best he could, then fled the compartment.
Safe in his own bed, he congratulated himself on his big adventure. He fulfilled his wild dream all the way. He'd gotten his cock all the way up Maddy's cunt and even shot one lick against her womb wall. But he wished now he'd finished inside of her. It wasn't quite as perfect as he'd hoped. But his emptied groin felt great, and he slept…
Only to awaken with a start and find his cock rock-hard again. Spilling that semen had only made him eager for more. It was the old story. The more you got, the more you wanted.
George looked at his watch. He figured it must be near dawn. Holy Hackensack, no! It was only twelve-thirty. It had only been two hours ago that he diddled Maddy. Time on the train really slowed down. At this rate it would be five centuries till dawn.
So there she was, still in her drugged sleep, still naked. He could go back for more!
Oh, no, George. You dreamed of it; you got it. You told yourself that one good shot would make this whole train trip happy. You've had your shot.
But it was a long way till dawn.
He tried to go back to sleep. He could not. His cock stayed hard his mind in imagining a second successful visit to Maddy's heavenly compartment.
At last he rose groggily, took a nip of his flask, and staggered out into the corridor to finish the job he'd botched so badly out of fright the first time. It was that or lie awake till dawn with regrets. He was a knight in shining armor off to complete the unfinished business of his sexual conquest. Only his armor was merely his shorts. This time he moved quickly, with determination. He went through the compartment door without knocking and right to Maddy's bunk.
He'd turned off the light on that first trip, so her bed was dark. Must remember to leave it on so she wouldn't be wise in the morning. She was still there, still naked, still sleeping.
Thrilling again, feeling much more confident, he mounted her body. He felt up her smooth body, the rib cage, cupped her breasts. Oh, yes. Once again her nipples rose to his palms. Ahhh. He gently jigged her cunt, getting her wet once more. She was still a little moist from his last trip; he knew that women often stayed moist for some time after sex.
She stirred and moaned but he didn't worry this time. In her drugged sleep he should be able to take her. If she cried out Vic's name, all he had to do was whisper as if he were Vic. Her addled mind wouldn't know the difference.
There! She was nice and liquid, her velvety cunt sexy on his fingers but not nearly as sexy as it would feel on his prick!
Once again he slanted her loins up a little, fitted his cock to her hole and shoved in past the outer cunt lips to notch her passage.
"Uuuuuu," he cried softly in delight as his shaft oozed deep into her body, giving him wild thrills. "You are a fuck," he murmured.
She stirred and bucked some in her drugged sleep.
"Easy, baby. Keep it quiet," he whispered. Then he began long, delicious, pleasure-crazing strokes in and out of her cunt. She started to moan and gasp, flexing under him. His cock thrilled madly.
"Ah, uh," she went.
"Sleep, sleep," he crooned. "Just enjoy."
He slid over onto her body rocking his prick in and out of her cunt more and more boldly. He felt her soft thighs quiver and clutch on his flanks as he began to breathe heavily. She was half-awake, but of course she would think in the darkness that it was Vic. The friction really maddened him with pleasure now. He risked the full hug of her body, kissing those stiff nipples, nibbling, palming as his fucking loins drove faster and faster.
She was half awake now, grunting in pleasure, taking his fuck and responding groggily with murmurs and sighs.
Heaven. Pure unalloyed heaven, rocking his cock deep into the belly of the luscious Maddy with the resilient firm flesh, the creamy skin, the tight young cunt. He was miles away from his loose-jointed, two-dollar whores. This was princess stuff.
The train rocked and swayed, adding to his sensuous pleasure, the plunging cock and cunt met and parted sending streams of pleasure fire through all of his body. The girl gasped and writhed and he felt powerful fires begin to consume his belly. There was nothing like plugging young flappers!
"Oh, baby, oh. I love this kind of train travel."
"Sooo sexxxxy!" she cried softly.
Even as he rose to ecstasy he felt a finger of caution. Maddy didn't sound drugged. Maddy was fucking him as lusciously as he fucked her. Maddy was going on his trip! But she thought he was Vic, so he'd better keep his mouth shut. Anyway, it hardly mattered because he'd entered the sublime plateau of animal lust to where orgasm and relief were only seconds away. And how luscious was the sensation of maddening pleasure on his shaft.
"Going… to go…" he whispered.
The hot girl astonished him. At his words, as if they were a signal, she lifted her powerful loins under him, grunted and began to give up her womanhood.
"Ah-huh!" she gasped. Throb, throb, throb. "Oh, Phil!"
Something disturbed him but he was too crazed with joy to worry about it as he felt those strong cunt throbs that told he'd satisfied his partner and could explode in happiness.
"Here… goes!" he hissed in sublime pleasure.
As he froze for orgasm, clutching the voluptuous body, a light flashed on. A sleepy platinum crowned head peered at him.
"Wha's going on?" asked Texas Bunny. "Whut you doin' to Flair?"
"Oh, Flair," said George. Then his heart gave a great leap.
"George!" screamed Flair. "Thought you were Phil!"
"Ah-gung," cried George. It was too, too late. He clutched Flair whose body so closely resembled Maddy's, sang out his joy and burst. Nothing ever felt so good, hugging that delicious, tanned body and pumping off his seed deep in her cunt. Spurt, spurt, spurt.
"Ooooo-ieeeooooeeee," sang George, getting an extra pleasure lift out of his natural mistake. He gushed and gushed, shivering in ecstasy as he seeded the kid's body.
"Why are you fucking George!" asked a puzzled Texas Bunny of Flair.
Flair wanted to stop but the sensual pleasure was altogether too much. She grunted and lifted up to the spuming cock inside of her and throbbed off more thrilled cunt spasms to the command of the male's bursting orgasm.
"There's not a heck of a lot – ahh – I can do about it j-j-just now!" cried Flair, giving up her sex treasure to the older man.
George finished in style. You learned that in show business. If you made a big mistake right up on the stage in front of everybody the best thing to do was go right ahead like it was part of the show. Of course he'd staggered into the wrong compartment in his groggy state and got the wrong girl, but then he dreamed of pronging Vic's sexy daughter even longer than Maddy. And except for the skin and hair, they were almost exactly the same in those voluptuous builds.
"Ah, baby," he murmured, hugging Flair as they both finished orgasms and fell off the tension to that wonderful after-sex glow. "I been sleepwalking. Thought I was back in Dallas with my wonderful Mildred." He'd never been in Dallas and never known a "Mildred" but an ad-lib was called for and a quick-thinking showman had to come up with it.
"Mildred, hell," said Flair, eyes flashing as she struggled out from under him. "When I tell my daddy you raped me, you'll go right off this train to jail."
"Pig!" cried Texas Bunny.
George got up and grabbed his shorts. "Sorry…"
The two women were really angry now.
"George Panther, you've ruined yourself," cried Flair. "Look at me, all filled with your stupid seed."
"Pervert!" said Texas.
But George had a sudden brainstorm. "Hey, Flair you were kinda moist when I mounted." He whirled, grabbed Texas and felt in her crotch. Even through her nightie he could feel that her cunt was much too soft and moist. It had seen action sometime in this night.
"Well, well," he grinned. "It looks like you girls have been at each other tonight. Does your daddy know about that, Flair?"
There was a sudden silence in the compartment.
"Just get out of here, George," said Flair after too long a pause.
"Wou'd've thought it? His ex-mistress and his daughter, fucking each other's brains out. Probably been going on for weeks."
Two pillows came flying in his direction as George laughed and retreated in triumph. He'd knocked off both, Maddy and Flair in one night. His train trip was turned from a dismal flop to a sparkling smash hit all in a few hours. There might even be more up ahead! Maddy didn't know she'd been had, and Flair wouldn't dare tell. He'd hit a Babe Ruth banger over the right field fence!
He retrieved his flask and cuddled back happily into his bunk by the still snoring Phil.
"George," he told the flask as if it were himself, "You're the cat's pajamas. Or is it the Panther's pajamas?"