Alice Martin's crotch was wet. Partially due to the excitement that any eighteen-year-old girl would feel making her first trip into a foreign country, and partially because she had just seen an older-looking man who had given her such a searching look that the goose bumps had broken out all over her young body.
Breathing hard, she hurried down the platform in the wake of the young Mexican pushing the handcart carrying her three suitcases. Looking down the length of the train, she could see the bright splash of red that marked the diesel engine standing patiently at the head of the long line of cars like a mother duck about to waddle down the track. Alice could hear the powerful throbbing hum of the engine's motor. The silent vibrations struck her flesh, increasing the sense of excitement and desire that she was experiencing. Her breasts, hanging loosely within the slings of her slackly fastened bra, firmed and started to swell slightly, the nipples becoming engorged with blood and poking at the thin material covering the puffy brown tips. She was turned on hot with desire and squirming with excited anticipation.
Quickly glancing at the ticket which she held clutched tightly in her hand, Alice's eyes sought, and then found the numbers painted in a dull gold on.the side of the dark olive-drab coaches. Ahead of her, the young Mexican boy, who couldn't have been a day more than fourteen, also looked up at the numbers as he wheeled the cart with the suitcases down the platform.
Alice saw him stop before one of the dark slits marking the staired entrance to one of the large Pullman cars, lift the bags from the handcart, and deposit them unceremoniously at the top of the three high steps leading into the coach. He stood there, patiently waiting for Alice to close the gap between them. As she approached, she fumbled in her large leather purse and extracted a crumpled dollar bill, smoothing it, and then handing it to the boy. He looked at the bill and then at Alice. She didn't take the hint, but moved toward the bottom step. He shrugged his shoulders and then shuffled quickly down the platform, looking for another American customer.
She almost heard the wet squish at the crotch of her thin panties when she took the first long step up into the coach, but hesitated only for a moment, and then clambered quickly into the darker confines of the car which was to be her home for the next two nights.
Leaning over, her short dress rising high along the backs of her full rounded thighs, Alice picked up two of the bulky heavy suitcases, hefted them and lurched forward into the companionway, making her way down the aisle, looking at the numbers on the doors of the long car. She left her one remaining suitcase sitting at the top of the coach's stairway.
Struggling with the heavy bags, Alice made her way down the narrow corridor until she came to the door with a number corresponding to the one which was written in titled letters on the face of her ticket. Since the door was standing ajar, she turned and pushed her way into the tiny compartment, banging her hip hard against the doorjamb as she tried to wrestle the heavy suitcases through the small opening. Dropping them to the floor, Alice unashamedly rubbed her smarting hip with her hand, trying all the while to figure out where to store her bags. She was wondering if she could safely change her wet panties.
"Where do you want this?" a deep male voice said behind her.
Jolting forward as if she had been poked in the rump with a cattle prod, Alice whirled around to face the voice.
He was standing in the narrow doorway, with her suitcase gripped tightly in both hands, the strain of the heavy weight showing clearly on his forehead. It was the same man who had looked at her body like it was some kind of hanging meat display, sensuously displayed for all to see and enjoy. It had been that look, and the excitement of finally being on her way to art school in the little town of San Mateo, that had started her female juices running from the unsullied groove between her thighs, wetting her silky panties and making her uncomfortably conscious of the fact that at eighteen she was still technically a virgin.
"Well, I don't want to hold this damned thing all day," he said irritably, looking around the small narrow compartment for a place to put the burden that he held in his hands.
"Oh, right there will be fine," Alice finally managed to stammer, indicating one of the two seats in the compartment. "Thank you so much for carrying it down, it was very kind of you."
Throwing the suitcase on the seat, he then looked up and down the girl's young lush body. "Where you headed?"
A new flood of bodily juices flowed from the tubes surrounding her loins and saturated the doubled material at her crotch. He was looking at her with that same penetrating look he had used on the platform to start her juices flowing so copiously. She wished he would stop it. He was looking right at her hips; right where the wet spot was between her young thighs. Then it hit her. She was still rubbing her rump with the palm of her hand; the man's sudden intrusion into the compartment had caused her mind to lose its normal retention of simple things as its whole focus was placed on the emergence of her sexual desire.
Dropping her hand and turning a slight shade of pink, she looked up into his well-tanned face. and said simply, "San Mateo." And then, as almost an afterthought, she added, "To go to the Instituto."
"Good school," he said, moving to stand directly in front of Alice. "You'll learn a lot if you make an effort."
"Do you know about the school?" she asked. "I live in San Mateo," he replied, rolling up the sleeves on the plain blue cotton work shirt that he wore almost like a uniform.
"What do you do there?" Alice wanted to know, impressed with the idea of meeting someone who actually lived in San Mateo.
"I paint," Fernando Ortega said simply. He didn't lie; he did paint, and, when he was younger, had been considered one of the rising young men in the art world, holding great promise. He was returning to his home in Mexico after a near-disastrous showing in the San Francisco gallery that handled his work. He had been depressed when he crossed the border and boarded the train. The gallery owner had told him frankly that his paintings had not developed, were the same as they had been for the past ten years. He was in a rut and he knew it. He'd sold only enough during the showing to last him another six months in Mexico even if he watched his budget. He might be forced to take that job that had been offered him to teach oils at the Instituto after all, although this was the last thing in the world he really wanted to do.
Alice looked at the older man with new eyes – a painter, a real honest to God artist. That was the thing she wanted more than anything in the world, to be an artist. She'd wanted to be an artist ever since she had been told she had some talent by a young art teacher at her small, Midwestern high school. She had wanted to do all the things she had read about artists doing. She was still technically a virgin, but she had made up her mind that this condition would be changed as soon as she met someone that she was interested in and who was an artist. Those were her only requirements and the man now standing in front of her met both of them. "Have you sold many paintings?" she wanted to know.
"Doing all right;" Fernando stretched the truth slightly, "just coming back from a one-man show in San Francisco." He had mentally undressed her, savoring the gently swinging mounds of her breasts as they pushed hard against the material of her dress; he noticed the strength of her calves, but could only guess at the curves of flesh that lay hidden beneath the billowed fullness of her dress. He guessed that Alice was on the chubby side and tried to hide it. That was all right with him; he liked his woman a little on the Rubenesque side anyway, and Alice looked like she had walked right out of one of the great master's fleshy paintings. "What's your name?" he asked.
"Alice Martin," she said breathlessly, the juices at her crotch surging anew. She squirmed a little, pressing her thighs together in an attempt to still the quaking that was starting to quiver through her loins. "What's your name?"
"Fernando Ortega," he said, picking up the two suitcases on the floor and placing them on top of the seat. "How long are you planning to go to the Instituto?"
He was standing directly in front of her, only inches separating their bodies in the narrow confines of the compartment, he was so close to her that she could smell the maleness of his freshly washed body. It had the spicy scent of lime soap. She wondered what it would be like to be possessed by this man, to have his body penetrating hers, to feel his hardness thrusting into her depths, bringing new passions to a boiling, white-hot heat deep within the exploding center of her loins. Her mind wandered about in its own fantasy as she looked blankly at Fernando standing so close that she could clearly see the throbbing vein at his neck.
"Are you traveling in this car too?" she asked, lamely trying to bring her thoughts together, trying to reject their erotic content, but failing. Again the picture formed of her body spread open and awaiting his caress, his penetration, and her fulfillment.
"Next compartment," he said as he wondered what his next move should be. "Looks like we have a lot of groovy traveling companions. The San Mateo Special, since that's where they all seem to be headed."
"Really, are they all artists?" Alice asked with some enthusiasm in her voice.
As Fernando started to answer, the train began to move, announced by the baleful wail of the D-flat tones of the distant whistle. He stepped back to balance himself, the back of his knee hitting the edge of the narrow seat behind him. At the same time, Alice, who was caught unaware, lurched forward, her hands reaching out to brace themselves against Fernando's chest. The expected support wasn't there and Alice felt herself plunging forward with no way to stop.
Grabbing Alice about the waist, Fernando tumbled backward, tripped by the seat at the back of his knees and Alice's weight hitting his chest. Throwing himself to the side, he pulled Alice with him, landing nearly full length on the seat with the young girl's nubile body on top of his own.
Fernando felt the soft crush of her breasts as they pressed into his chest. He fought the rising desire to mold them in his strong hands, feeling their fresh resilience. He could feel the hard points of her nipples as they spiked into the thin material of his shirt. Her head was turned to the side and her legs straddling one of his own. Her dress was hitched high over her hips, exposing the white firmness of her thighs. Fernando felt the wetness of her crotch through the light material of his pants, and his hands reached down to cup and mold the cheeks of her up thrust buttocks. She moaned, her breath hot against the side of his neck.
The train was moving rapidly now, and Fernando turned Alice over so that she was lying full length on the seat. Standing, he pulled down the green window shade, muting the light in the small compartment and giving it a sense of privacy.
Tugging at the bottom of his shirt, Fernando pulled it over his head and tossed it on top of the suitcases. Kicking off his loafers, he sat down on the seat next to Alice and started to take her in his arms.
"The door," she said, her eyes closed. "Lock the door."
Fernando rose and slid the bolt in place, and then returned to the seat next to Alice. Her eyes were still closed, her hands laying folded across her stomach and her ankles crossed. Sitting down beside her, Fernando ran his strong hands up her sides, over her arms, and finally across her shoulders. He lifted her, leaning forward, his lips seeking hers. They came together, fused, and became one.
Alice's lips opened instinctively, her tongue snaking out to flick temptingly at Fernando's lingual probe. Her hands unclasped and circled his waist, and then slid slowly up his bare back, feeling the hardness of him, the molded contours of his muscles. She hoped he would be gentle, but it wouldn't matter much if he weren't – she had made up her mind to give herself to this man, a perfect stranger, but the living representation of the type of person she had always dreamed about.
Fernando's hands gripped her across the back tightly, and he slipped one hand upward to tug at the metal tab of the zipper that ran down the back of her simple dress. He pulled and the rasping sound announced its parting. He tugged the material and, with Alice helping, slid the short sleeves of her dress off her arms. Looking over her now bared shoulder, Fernando unsnapped the thin bra and pulled it off and down her arms, freeing her breasts.
Trying to suppress her momentary feeling of embarrassment, Alice snuggled closely against Fernando's chest, crushing her newly exposed breasts tightly to his skin, feeling the tingling sensations of his nakedness against her own. Her arms again circled his neck, her hands feeling the strength of his shoulders and back, stroking and kneading him, and drawing her body closer to his in an effort to become one, a single entity.
Fernando let his hands roam freely up and down the curve of Alice's back, experiencing the soft firmness of her skin, the resilience of her youthful body as it squirmed beneath his in the first spasms of the coital thrusts that would come later. Laying on his side, Fernando stretched out beside her and let his hands push at the gathered material of her dress which was bunched tightly around her waist. Her rounded belly heaved and contracted with his touch and he sensed the great need that made Alice's movements almost involuntary. As he pushed steadily at the dress, Alice lifted her hips, arching her body off the seat and allowing Fernando to shove the dress down her legs.
Sinking back to the softness of the cushioned seat, Alice kicked the dress free, and then, almost as an afterthought, pushed off her shoes. The thought of making love with her shoes on struck her as ridiculously funny, and she smiled as she heard them thud on the floor of the compartment.
The draft from the air conditioning made goose bumps up and down her legs and she pressed them together, flexing the muscles of her thighs so that the slit of her crotch compressed and excited her loins. Tingling vibrations roamed at random over her near-nude body following the path of Fernando's hands as they explored her flesh and brought new and more intense sensations to her being.
Slipping his hand into the elastic waistband of Alice's thin panties, Fernando forced the nearly transparent material down, exposing her lower belly until the wispy curls of her pubic bush were peeking over the edge of the fabric invitingly. Again Alice arched her body, allowing Fernando to slip the panties down her legs. She kicked them free, letting them fall to the floor of the compartment to join the other debris of their eager coupling.
Quickly tearing himself away from the lushness of Alice's young and vibrant flesh, Fernando stood up in the narrow aisle and as rapidly as his shaking fingers would allow, unbuckled his belt, slid down the zipper of his pants, and pushed them down his legs, stepping out of only one leg before kicking the corded material away from him and into the pile of Alice's clothing. His cock, red-tipped and throbbing with hot energy, sprang from the confinement of his clothing and waved wildly in the air in front of him. Looking down as he pulled off his socks, Fernando saw that Alice had opened her eyes and was gazing rapturously at his vermillion-headed cock. When she saw him looking at her, Alice, blushing pink, turned her face to the back cushion.
Kneeling at the side of the seat, Fernando leaned over her and started kissing her cheek, eyes, ears, and neck, letting his tongue slide over her skin. His cock was pressed hard against the front of the seat, but he ignored the discomfort. His two hands roved over her lushness, feeling the resilience of her skin, the heat of her desire. His hands cupped her breasts and he squeezed them hard, letting his finger press and stroke the distended nipples until they were swollen.
Alice writhed under his brutal but tender caressing of her breasts, feeling her organs deep in her loins churn and prepare themselves for his invasion. She tossed her head from side to side on the cushion, and let her hands find his flanks. The sight of his stiffened penis had excited her more than she had thought was possible, and she wanted to feel it with her hands, although she didn't know exactly how she could do it since she didn't have much experience. She told herself to relax and do what she felt like doing. Her hands stroked Fernando's sides and, turning her body slightly, she was able to reach the cock wedged tightly against the front of the cushion. She let her fingers curl around the solid column of flesh, and felt the throbbing heat against her palm. Alice squeezed the hardness in her hand and pulled the skin up and down. It felt good to excite him, to know that she was bringing him pleasure, as much pleasure as he was bringing her. Rubbing her thumb over the bulbous head, she felt the drop of lubricating moisture seeping from the slitted end and spread it over the top of his cock. He felt so big, she wasn't sure that he could enter her body – although she was sure that it must be possible, since she had never heard of anyone not being able to make love. She dismissed the thought from her mind and drifted off into her fantasies; Fernando was doing new and wonderful things to her body.
Taking one of Alice's breasts in his two hands, Fernando squeezed the tender flesh until the nipple was pushed high, stiff, and pointed. Dropping his lips to the mound of her breast, Fernando sucked the nipple between his lips and lashed at the tip with the point of his tongue. A groan of animal like passion was torn from Alice's throat as he laved at the sensitive tip. In an effort to bring her even more pleasurable sensations, Fernando bit down gently on the pink puffiness of her coral-colored nipple. Holding the flesh tightly with his teeth, he let his tongue run back and forth across the hot surface.
When he had bitten gently into her tender breast, Alice had, at first, instinctively pulled away, seeking to free her nipple from the biting grip of, his teeth, but as Fernando lapped at the puffed tip with his tongue, she thrust her body forward, attempting to get more of her breast into his sucking mouth. She didn't care what he did to her body as long as it gave her this same exquisite pleasure, this same torrid pulsating sensation that was ripping up and down her entire body. This man was going to take her virginity, become her first true lover, and she wanted to remember as vividly as possible her first lovemaking.
Wanting to experience everything possible, Alice let her hand slide down the length of his shaft and curl underneath the stiff column of heated flesh to cup and fondle the two walnut sized globes that were swinging under his groin. She squeezed them gently, almost reverently, feeling them move in her hand. She imagined what his lovemaking would be like, but pushed aside the crowding thought that his entry might be painful. It would be beautiful and she would remember it for the rest of her life.
Still gripping her nipple tightly between his clenched teeth, Fernando pulled his head back, pulling the tender skin of the nipple away from Alice's puffed breast. Giving it a final tug, he opened his mouth and let the tip spring back, wet and reddened from his tonguing. Alice moaned, her head flopping back against the seat, and her hand convulsing around his balls. He sank against her breasts, releasing them from the viselike grip of his hands. His head moved with the gentle sway of the train as it sped along the twin steel rails, the clicking of the wheels on the tracks forming a lulling melody for their lovemaking.
Fernando sucked her other breast into his mouth, his tongue playing across its surface while his hands stroked at her soft belly and flaring hips. His fingers combed through the pubic hair that lightly covered her love mound. Alice raised. her leg at the knee and let it fall to the side, exposing the blossoming lips of her cunt opening. Fernando felt the sopping wetness of her, his fingers becoming slick and slippery. His nostrils flared as he smelled the woman scents emitting from her body. Smells of love, pungent and spicy. Fernando wanted to make his lovemaking last as long as possible, so he took his time stroking her thighs, sliding his hands along the smoothness of her inner leg, feeling the muscles convulse under his fingers.
Alice had released her hold on Fernando's genitals and was lying against the seat, allowing the waves of hot emotion to wash over her entire body as Fernando kissed and licked his way down her body from her breasts, and brushed his fingers along her thighs. She ran her fingers through his curly dark hair. Her breasts seemed as if they were on fire. The wet heat of Fernando's mouth and tongue had been like a torch, scorching her skin and making her shudder and quiver with anticipation.
Steadily, Fernando worked his way down her belly, pausing to lick and nibble at spots that he felt would set her desires rising to new heights. His tongue dipped into the deep cavity of her navel, the tip of his tongue jabbing at the wrinkled skin at the bottom of that depression. He tasted the soap-scented sweetness of her flesh and his cock jumped and throbbed with life. He wanted to jam it into her body, to feel it slide up her cunt channel until he was buried in her body, balls-deep. He wanted to do this and more, but restrained himself, wishing to give her the full measure of his foreplay. He wanted her screaming with desire, thrashing wildly with the exotic feeling that his hard flesh would give to her. His ego needed it after his poor showing in San Francisco and after having to face the cold hard fact that he was losing his stuff as an artist. He would have to prove himself as a man before he could strike out in new directions and rediscover the artistic talent he once had.
Leaving her navel, Fernando slid down Alice's body until he could kiss her knees and thighs. His tongue made little wet trails up the insides of Alice's thighs, the firm flesh quivering as he moved toward the center of her sex, toward the epicenter of her womanhood. Fernando wanted to taste her, lave at her cunt until she went over the brink of orgasm, but he would bring her to that point, slowly, delicately.
Alice felt the gentle sway of the train as it rounded a curve, and let her body relax to the rhythmic sound of the wheels on the rails. Fernando's lips on her inner thighs were making little pinpoints of delight run up the skin to break against the hair lined opening of her cunt. She mentally saw herself coupled with the pole like spike of flesh that she had felt between Fernando's legs, and tried to imagine just how it would feel as it plunged in and out of her body, stretching her pussy wide to accommodate its thickness. The thoughts heated her desire even more, and she wanted him to take her, to ravish her flesh, to bring her the ultimate joy of womanhood.
She spread her thighs further apart, letting one leg trail off the seat to rest on the floor. She vaguely felt the lubricating juices spill out of her tight slit and down the crack of her ass to coat the ring of her anus. She'd heard stories about men who liked to make love using that orifice of the body, and she wondered whether or not Fernando was one of them. It wouldn't make any difference either way; what he wanted, she wanted, and any way he liked to make love to her was the way she would enjoy it the most. Alice pulled at his hair, attempting to bring his body up over hers. She wanted him so badly that she could hardly contain herself from crying out for him to take her, but she waited, allowing him to do what he felt was necessary.
Fernando felt the increased and desperate pressure on his hair, but he didn't want to follow Alice's urging right at the moment. He had other things to do to her body first, then he would mount her and thrust in and out of her, filling her crevice with his hot meaty prick. His mouth was close to the juncture of her full, firm thighs and he wasn't going to miss the deliciousness of her virgin pussy. Fernando had been kneading the globes of Alice's breasts with his fingers as he licked his way up her thighs, but now he dropped those twin mounds of heavy flesh and gripped her tightly behind the knees. He lifted them, pushing them back until Alice's knees were raised high over her body, tilting her hips upward, and opening her slit as wide as possible to his lingual attack. Spreading her legs as wide as possible, Fernando saw his goal: the coral-colored slit, wet with her lubricating juices. Moving until he was half lying on the seat, with his face just above Alice's cunt, Fernando slid his hands down the backs of her thighs. He held her legs in place and pulled apart the lips of her pussy with his thumbs, exposing the tightly clasped inner lips. Slowly he lowered his head until his lips touched the vibrant tissues at her opening. Yawning his mouth, Fernando allowed his tongue to snake out and part the sweet lips of her groove and then push into the crimson opening.
Alice's fingers tightened their grip on his hair. She felt the hot pressure of his lips and tried to squirm her body away from the fiery touch. It was too intense. She was about to protest, when his wet tongue insinuated itself into her wide-open crack and lapped at the delicate tissues he had exposed. Her breath was sucked inward in a great gasping sigh as the tongue rubbed across the erected bud of her clit. He had found her very core. That spot which she herself had stroked so many times with her fingers when she had become sexually aroused, but not fulfilled.
She had allowed boys to fondle her, play with her breasts and sometimes, very rarely, allowed one of two of them to put their fingers into her sex, but never had any one of them tried to do what Fernando was now doing to her body. Her body tensed and relaxed. The joy he was giving her was too much, too overpowering to resist. Alice loved it, and Fernando wanted to do it, so that made it beautiful. She let the new sexual feeling wash over her, bathing her whole body in a new voluptuousness.
Fernando felt the little erect bud of flesh under his licking tongue as he ran it up and down the slit of her sex. He tasted its sweetness, and coated it with his own saliva. Opening his mouth wider, he chomped down on the top of her slit, drawing into his mouth that little nub of slickened tissue that was swelling and pulsating hotly. His lips nibbled at the very tip of it, bringing fresh moans of passion from Alice's lips. As he lashed at her clit with his tongue, Fernando slipped one of his hands down the dripping slit and pressed the flat rounded portion of his thumb against the clenched ring of her anus. It was slippery and wet from the almost continual bath of her running secretions. Fernando pushed, but the tight wrinkle would not give way under the light pressure. He shoved harder, and his thumb felt the tissues expanding and finally giving in to his insistent digit. His thumb steadily entered her rectal channel, pushing aside the resisting flesh and filling her nether hole.
He felt her squirming beneath the intrusion of his finger, her hips arching up off the seat, pushing her cunt hard against his mouth, forcing more of his tongue into her body. Her legs flayed in the air, but Fernando continued to push until his thumb was completely buried in her body. He rotated his finger, feeling the flesh quiver and expand. He'd take her this way too, but later, not now.
Small sparks of pain showered themselves around Alice's anal opening as Fernando forced his finger into her. She hadn't expected the sudden invasion of her rectal channel and had been caught by surprise. After the initial shock of it, the painful element had quickly disappeared, to be replaced by a warm, full feeling that complemented Fernando's tonguing efforts at the mouth of her cunt. The combination was thrilling her to the very core. New juices welled up deep in her body and then spilled out to be greedily lapped up by Fernando's tongue and lips. She knew that men liked to be stimulated orally, and prepared herself to accept Fernando's red-tipped prick in her mouth to suck it, lick its entire white length, even swallow his spurting juices if that's what he wanted her to do. She'd do anything he wanted, and her body was his to do with what he pleased. Thus far, she had enjoyed everything he'd done to her and was looking forward to greater and more intense thrills.
Rotating his thumb in an ever-widening circle, Fernando jabbed his tongue in and out of Alice's dripping cunt, savoring the woman taste of her body, filling his nostrils with the smells of her passionate response to his lovemaking. The pounding in his ear told him of his own rising passion, his own desires and needs. Fernando's prick felt as if it were to burst at any moment; it throbbed hotly against his belly, and he decided it was time to cool it off and to introduce a new element into his lovemaking with this young girl.
Drawing his mouth away from the slit of her sex, Fernando gently pulled his thumb from the warm confines of Alice's rectal channel. Taking his time, Fernando kissed his way up Alice's body. Her legs fell back to the seat as Fernando moved his body over hers, straddling her waist with his knees, his prick pointing straight at her head.
Walking forward on his knees, he positioned himself astride her chest, and leaned forward. Alice stroked his hard, muscled belly with her hands, feeling the strength that lay under the skin. She knew what he wanted, and let her hands curl around the 'shaft of his cock, pulled it down toward her lips. She wondered what he would taste like. Cupping his balls in one hand, she stroked the shaft of his cock with the other. Opening her lips, she let her tongue dart out exploringly, its tip jabbing at the slit in the center of the head. Alice pulled her tongue back, savoring the taste of his flesh. She liked it. Making her lips into a perfect oval, Alice lifted her head and engulfed the head of his prick between her lips, letting her tongue lap at the head. She experienced the heat of his cock as it throbbed in her mouth and wanted more of him. Almost instinctively, she took more and more of his hot meat into her mouth, sucking greedily at the column.
She found to her surprise that she could take nearly all of him into the wet cavern of her mouth. Letting the staff slip from her lips, Alice started moving it in and out of her mouth, clamping her lips tightly around the shaft, her head bobbing up and down off the cushion of the seat. She felt him swell in her mouth, his cock throbbing hotly and filling her mouth until her lips were stretched tightly, her cheeks sucked inward with the power of her effort to bring him pleasure, the same kind of pleasure that he had just given her. Alice could still feel the small pulsations of desire deep in her loins. She was surprised that she could still get excited by sucking on Fernando without having him reciprocate in any way.
Fernando was busily fighting for control; he felt himself rising toward orgasm, but he didn't want to come in her mouth this time. He wanted to save his essence until he could spurt his cream in great splashes deep inside her channel. He had to wait, but his hips had already started to rock back and forth, pushing his cock in and out of her sucking mouth, seeking and enjoying the gently lashing probes of her tongue.
Unable to withhold his orgasm unless he stopped Alice's working mouth, Fernando pulled his saliva-soaked prick from between her still grasping lips and leaned back, panting. His cock flopped and waved in the air above her face and, as he looked down at her, Alice smiled, knowing that she had given him pleasure.
Stretching out with his, body covering her, Fernando kissed her gently on the lips, letting his mouth open slowly against hers. His tongue moved into her mouth and dueled with hers, gently at first, then with increasing passion and intensity.
Alice felt the heat of his hardened cock pressing against the soft skin of her lower belly, and she wriggled her hips to excite it. Her mind sank into that sweet fantasyland of rosy dreams where every sensation that her body experienced at Fernando's hands was amplified and' expanded.
She was positive that he would enter her now, not just her mouth, but into the very center of her soul. At last she would know the joys of fulfillment; she was about to become a woman. She relaxed against the cushion and waited.
Pushing her legs further apart, Fernando moved his body down hers until his prick brushed through the lightly colored hair surrounding the puffy mound of her sex. He stopped when his cock flopped in the gap between her spread thighs. Using his hands, Fernando pushed Alice's legs further apart. She spread them without resistance, her eyes closed, a half smile playing about her full lips, red and damp from the pressure of their kissing.
Gripping the strong shaft of his cock, Fernando moved the head down to the entrance of her cunt and let the head slide up and down the slitted channel, wetting it with the natural secretions which poured from Alice's body. Intentionally, Fernando brushed the bloated cock's head across the engorged protrusion of her clit, placed the eyelike slit which divided the head of his prick at the entrance of her cunt, and pushed gently. He felt the resistance of her tightly clenched muscles and pushed harder. He knew that she was inexperienced, but now the idea was dawning in his mind that she just might be a virgin, and the thought added fuel to his already burning desire.
Alice convulsed her body as she felt the first initial thrust into her channel. She didn't want to, but her body reacted independently of her wishes. Gaining a measure of control in her dreamlike state, she relaxed and felt the head of his love weapon slip into the groove of her sex. The tissues were stretched tightly with the fullness of him, and she gritted her teeth in preparation for his plunge.
Feeling her channel widen to accommodate his width, Fernando pushed again and felt the head slide into her well-oiled channel a little further. She was tight, tighter than any other girl he had ever experienced. He decided to enter her very slowly. Inch by inch, Fernando slowly, but steadily pushed his length into her wet cunt, feeling the tissues part before his intrusion. -The walls of her cunt gripped and squeezed at his entire prick, and he knew that he would have to exercise great care or he would come before he even started to bring her to orgasm. Further and further he sank into her body, supporting the majority of his weight on his elbows and knees. His lips were nibbling at her neck and earlobes as he pushed into her.
The feeling of his cock steadily and relentlessly stabbing into the depths of her body sent spasms of thrilling sensations rippling through Alice's system. Her entire body was alive. She knew that he wouldn't be obstructed by a hymen since that had been sacrificed to a thin candle when she was just entering puberty. It had hurt and the blood frightened her, but she recovered and now she was happy that she had become used to a foreign object in her vaginal tract. She circled his neck with her arms and raised her legs at the knees so that more of him could enter her. Placing her feet flat on the seat, she pushed her hips upward, urging Fernando to enter her more quickly. She was used to his filling width and wanted to feel the length of his rod ripping back and forth across her clit.
Understanding her silent demand, Fernando pushed harder, shoving the remaining inches of his cock into her body, and thrilling at the feel of her tight acceptance. He rested on her body, his prick buried in her hot clinging channel. Fernando didn't want to blow it. He wanted to enjoy her body for as long as possible.
Stroking the back of Fernando's head, Alice enjoyed the luxurious feeling of simple pleasure that coursed through her body from the filled channel of her loins. Fernando was just resting, just letting her feel the throbbing power of his staff. She accommodated him quietly and she felt nothing but pleasure at having his stiffened and throbbing member buried in her love channel. She wanted to feel him thrusting in and out of her body, his hips slapping into the softness of her upraised buttocks. She wanted this, but she could wait until Fernando was ready to bring her to new heights of joy.
Controlling his racing mind, Fernando exerted his mental grip to include the pulsating cock that was now resting deep within Alice's body. Reaching back with his hand, Fernando grabbed Alice's legs and pulled them forward. He raised his own body slowly at the hips, drawing out his cock. Her cunt seemed to be sucking at his prick as it moved slowly out of her channel. Fernando retracted until just the vermillion-tipped head was resting securely within her greased groove. Reversing the motion of his hips, Fernando started a slow downward plunge, reburying his cock inside the lubricant slickened slit. He felt Alice's hands clutching at his hair, letting it run through her fingers. She made little cooing sounds in his ear.
With her entire body churning with new-found pleasure, Alice was hardly conscious of her actions or the sounds she was making deep in her throat. Fernando was pumping his hot length of meat in and out of her body, and each stroke brought her to a new level of passion, each one more intense and convulsing than the last. She gasped as Fernando picked up the tempo of his thrusting hips, and his thick pole like cock plunged in and out of her heated body, bumping across the swollen bud of her clitoris. She wanted it harder, she was almost ready now to feel the joys of complete and total fulfillment and she was ready-terribly ready. Alice threw her strong legs around Fernando's waist and locked her ankles, using her limbs to urge him to greater efforts. Her arms were circling his neck and she tugged his head even closer, smothering his cheek in wet, tonguing kisses. Her heels pounded into his back.
Gritting his teeth in preparation for what was to come, Fernando responded to her urging and lengthened his stroke, jabbing his cock into her with long, hard, fast strokes. He felt as if he were a human pile driver. A thin line of sweat popped out on his upper lip and he wiped it away with a quick lick of his tongue. Running his fingers in Alice's hair, turning her head to his, Fernando kissed her with his tongue probing and seeking all the tiny niches of her wet mouth.
Alice was thrusting her own tongue at his with fierce abandon. She was starting to thrust back at him with her hips, setting the pace of his own thrusting with the pounding of her heels on his back.
With her mind screaming at her, Alice rose higher and higher on the tides of passion that were washing back and further across her entire body. Her guts were churning and twisting in impossible shapes of tortured desire. Her slit seemed to be on fire, and the fire was moving through her body in pulsating waves. She was totally engulfed in a blanket of warmth which throbbed through her with every new thrust of Fernando's hips. Little images of color were starting to flash before her eyes. The colors were changing and swirling before her tightly closed eyes in ever-changing patterns. She was close, very close; it wouldn't be long now before she was a real woman.
Fernando felt the quaking in the end of his cock and knew he was about to come. He didn't try to hold back since Alice was twisting and turning in a delirium of delight and he was sure that if she weren't already in the throes of orgasm, she was close. He increased his plunging, jabbing thrusts, pulling her legs even higher on his back. He was going deep, as deep as he could.
An explosion seemed to rock her insides, right in the center of her body where the head of Fernando's penis stopped its downward plunge. Warmth rippled through in regular patterns across her flesh with each succeeding wave hotter than the last. Her toes curled down, and she could feel her racing heart beating with thunderclaps against the flimsy shell of her rib cage. Alice's breath was coming in sighing gasps. Brilliant star shells of varied colors exploded before her eyes, with colors melding into brilliantly hued patterns of churning clouds. At last Alice knew she was a woman.
Sweat dripped off Fernando 's nose and dropped to the seat. His hips were rising and falling like a runaway oil pump. The throbbing heat at the head of his cock was increasing and he could almost feel the come racing through his system to gather hot and creamy in the base of his cock, ready to spurt forth. His head spun with the tightness of her cunt and the violence of her spasming orgasm. He was sure that Alice had just come and was building herself up for another. He pounded into her body with such force that they made a splatting sound. Tiny pockets of air, trapped between their tightly pressed bodies, would suddenly find a small crease and sputter away like a long rolling fart. The sound had always amused him, but he was too close now to let it distract him. Suddenly swelling, the head of his cock bloated with a new load of fresh blood, and the come raced down the last tube running along the underside of his cock. Fernando felt it starting and thrust as deeply as he could into her flesh, then held himself tightly against her body so his entire prick was sheathed in her channel. His come spurted out in a long throbbing pulsation of his prick. The release of pent-up tension was so tremendous that Fernando groaned into Alice's neck. Again he spurted, splashing her inside cavity with his thick creamy offering. Twice more his come, spurted into Alice's body, each diminishing in power from the last. Fernando regretted the feeling of his prick shrinking, even though the muscles of Alice's wet, come-filled cunt were rhythmically milking the shrinking length of it. His body was bathed in sweat, his muscles ached from the strain of his coupling, but he was happy. Fernando was a man again.
Alice almost was purring as she rose from the fantasy of her orgasm to the higher levels of reality. She had had orgasms before, but they were always self-induced. They were fine then, but nothing, simply nothing, like the one she'd just experienced. What a fantastic trip! She was still experiencing the last vestiges of the intensity of her coming. She could feel her vaginal muscles as they tightened and then relaxed a soft grip on Fernando's softening prick. She hoped that he would get hard again; she could do this all night, and that's just what they had left – all night.
As the train rolled on through the deepening shadows of the afternoon, Alice wondered what some of the other passengers in this car were like, where they were going, and where they came from. It was just a passing thought, but she let it drift back from time to time, to ponder on it.
Beside her, Fernando was finally breathing steadily and evenly once more. He pulled his body away from her and their almost sacred connection was broken. Sitting beside her on the narrow seat, Fernando looked down at Alice, her eyes still closed, a half smile on her lips, and asked, "I wonder what some of the other people traveling with us are like?"