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.