Searing, stabbing pain tore through Marie's body as she tried vainly to disengage her body from the thick pole that threatened to tear her asunder. Slowly, but steadily, the pain changed in form, and became warm pulsing pleasure. Almost without knowing it, Marie was now seeking the impalement that she had been so desperately trying to avoid, and rocked back and forth in an effort to impale herself even more deeply on Robert's cock as it stabbed its way in and out of her asshole. Her rectum had the same warm filled feeling as her cunt got when she was about to come and she flowed with the new feeling. As she rose on the new tide, she was wracked by a thunderous orgasm, more intense than any she had ever experienced before. It was the same yet different, it lasted longer and was warmer. Marie cried out her pleasure, the sound being muted by the folds of skin that were pressed so tightly against her mouth.
Waves of passion thundered in Robert's ears as he sent his rock-hard, blood-filled prick into his mother's asshole. He felt the come gather and falter at the base of his prick only for a second and then with a thunderous roar, race down the length of his prick and spurt in white-hot jets into the depths of his mother's bowels. Again and again, the muscles of his prick contracted and spurted his seed.
After what seemed to Robert to be an eternity, the spasming stopped and he sank exhausted to the bed. rolling his body away from his mother and sister who were still locked together, tongue to cunt.
As they rested, exhaustion giving way to light sleep, the train slowed, its engines laboring to pull the following cars up the steepening bed of the track. They were in the mountains and a bell rang somewhere deep in the bowels of the cars, announcing the dinner hour. Robert, Marie, and Suzanne, however, did not hear the ringing call, and slept on in the afterglow of blissful completion.
CHAPTER THREE
Grinding her teeth together in bitter frustration, Sandi Thomas threw her thick leather purse into the corner of the wide seat next to the night-darkened window. She had been an auditory witness to the activities of the Olsen family, who shared the next compartment. The sound of passion that been unmistakable, and Sandi was angry that merely hearing sexual activity had caused those strange feelings to start roaming throughout her system.
Lying curled on the floor at her feet was her dog, Eric, a large German shepherd, her constant companion for the past four years. Although he was quietly nested in a tight curve, he watched his mistress with his soft brown eyes, trying to gauge the depth of her frustration, which he sensed with his own animal perception. His tail, thick and black, thumped almost silently against the carpet that covered the floor.
Eric, even more than Sandi, because of his keener abilities to hear, was aware of what had transpired in the adjoining compartment. In addition he had become aware of the ringing of the bell announcing the opening of the dining car before Sandi had recognized its insistent tone.
After the sound of the bell had passed by the closed door of their compartment, Sandi looked down at Eric's noble head resting on his outstretched paws and she leaned over to gently stroke his ears. "How about it, Eric, are you ready for dinner?" she asked. The large black and tan-marked dog looked up lovingly at his mistress, attempting in his own way to indicate to her that he understood and would abide by her decision. His head lifted and his ears stood straight and alert waiting for the next sound that would issue from her throat.
"Okay, how about some beef stew and kibbles?" she asked absently. Sandi always believed that Eric could understand every word that she uttered, or at least comprehended her general meaning. "Well, what do you say? Beef and kibbles, or something else?"
Hefting himself to his four padded feet, he sat obediently before her, his tail swishing back and forth expectantly. His long pink tongue lolled out of the side of his wide, tooth-lined mouth that curved back in a near smile. Standing in the narrow aisleway, Eric looked up expectantly, his saliva starting to drip with greater frequency from his open mouth. His sensitive nose told him that his mistress was in a state of sexual excitement, and he was trying to piece together the full meaning of this, trying desperately to determine what would be expected of him. He wanted to eat, but if called on he would do whatever Sandi asked.
Getting to her feet, Sandi stretched her full body, raising her hands high over her head and lifting her entire weight to the balls of her feet. Her loose-fitting blouse, worn on the outside of her bell-bottomed slacks, rose, exposing the firm line of her belly and the small round indentation of her naval. She could feel the dampness that marked the slit at her crotch, and her clouded eyes flicked over the powerful body of the dog standing patiently and obediently before her in the narrow confines of the compartment. She started to move forward, but her progress was stopped when Eric, for reasons that he could only understand, but not communicate, pushed his nose between her perfectly formed thighs and waited.
"Horny beast," Sandi smiled as she reached down to stroke the head and rub her legs together against the long nose of the dog. "Maybe you'd better wait until after you have a little something to eat before you get any ideas about what you think I'd like to do with that thick tongue and long prick of yours," she said, ruffling his hair playfully.
Disengaging herself from the probing nose that was wedged tightly between her full, round thighs, Sandi moved to her large suitcase standing tombstone-like at the end of the small compartment. As she kneeled to pick it up, the tight material of her blue jeans stretched tight into the soft puffiness of her crotch and again the electric shocks of desire jolted her frame, making her shudder, goose bumps dotting her arm.
Trying to ignore the sensuous feeling that were breaking over her, Sandi quickly lifted the heavy case to the cushion of the long seat in the compartment and deftly snapped open the clasps. Taking out a wide flat plastic feeding dish, a can of dog food, an already opened bag of kibbles, and a can opener, Sandi busied herself preparing Eric's dinner.
When she was finished, she placed the dish on the floor and stepped back. As the big dog moved quickly to the dish, Sandi considered several possible alternatives. She could leave the compartment and make her way to the dining car, or she could order a sandwich and Coke from the club car, or she could just forget about dinner altogether.
Casually thinking about this, Sandi sat on the seat next to the window looking out into the blue-black night. Her reflection gazed back at her from the window. The reflection from the overhead light glimmered off the dark reddish brown of her hair, hanging loosely around her shoulders and falling in a light caress down the front of her bulky knit sweater. Sandi looked at the swelling mounds of her breasts as they pushed against the material of the sweater, and the urgent itching in her crotch increased. The sight of her own body never failed to turn her on, to sexually stimulate her. She.tried to distinguish the features of her face, free of makeup, but beautiful in its simplistic classic lines. The effort failed because the reflected image cast by the window was not clear enough.
Almost unconsciously, Sandi's hands, which had been neatly folded in her lap, started moving up the knobby knit of the sweater until they were resting lightly on the twin mounds that marked her heavy breasts. Being a modern girl, and one that liked to feel that she was hep and in the swing of the modern scene, she had long ago discarded bras, and the weight of her hands on her breasts pressed the kinky knit of the sweater against the tender surfaces of her tits. The delicate pressure of her palms sent flashes of light blinking on in Sandi's mind. Still looking out the window, seeing her own image, she became aware of the glowing dots in the distance that she correctly identified as street lamps.