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The wildest sex adventure in the compartment! Men, women, girls, and boys – all of them fucking like maniacs!
First thing I saw was the naked ass of my fellow traveler on next sleeping berth. I couldn’t help looking at this nice sight, white ass, half covered with silk piece of rosy lingerie. It was stuffy and hot, that’s why it was obvious that this chick tossed and turned asleep; veil moved aside, thereby intimate part of her body were revealed. Some old man was snoring peacefully on the lower berth, while another lower berth was not engaged, so I could enjoy sweet view. I’m used to having a very strong mornings’ hard-on, this time it was on the verge at that. My dick was clanging like Swiss clock. 20 minutes passed and girl turned again. I closed my eyes immediately for she wouldn’t catch me watch her furtively; and when I opened my eyes again she was lying on the back, having opened almost half of her perfect body. I noticed that she had no bra, thus I was looking forward to seeing her tits open. But I failed to succeed. In a few minutes she woke up, stretched herself pleasantly and looked at me. “God morning” – I whispered, not willing to wake the old man down there. “Aga” – she replied, and, having not confused stretched the veil on her breast, so I caught a glimpse of her tits. I guessed that I had to stay for next twenty-four hours in this unfriendly environment. I waited for my dick come unerect, then got up and went out for washing. When I returned, she had already put her T-shirt on and was lying down on the bedclothes. I took my book, but failed to become absorbed in reading for recent sight would stay before my eyes. From time to time I glanced at the mirror, where chick’s slim legs were thrown back.She moved her legs aside, revealing panties, under which beaver was seen. My fellow traveler seemed to jeer at me. Meantime the old man woke up, went out for washing and returned, clean-shaved and fragrant with nice Cologne water. He said:
- Well, guys! Let’s have some breakfast!
I didn’t mind for I was willing to evade contemplating girl’s naked thighs. I got down and took out my trip’s worth of food. So did the old man. Our fare was enough for a week, as I noticed.
- Ellen, get up! Let’s have breakfast, it’s a long way to get to Moscow, you might get hungry.
Ellen came down clumsily; her T-shirt rod up to the panties and bared white neat belly.
- Good morning, Mister Andrew! – she said
- Why don’t you say hello to this guy?
- I did while you were sleeping
- By the way, we are not acquainted with each other!
- My name is Peter, - I replied
- Well, shall we start?
- Let me first wash myself, - said chick and took her bath towel
When Ellen went out, Mister Andrew said rapturously:
- That’s some slut! I wish I was 20 years old; I would certainly screw this bitch!
This phrase allegedly gave me something like recommendation
- She’s married with 5 years old son and handsome husband, who saw her off yesterday and now this sexy motherfucker is shaking her ass and exciting all men around.
I went out of the compartment to get some coffee and when I came back, Ellen had already come. I sat down next to her.
- What is your occupation, Peter? What do you do for a living?
- I’m an academic
- Teacher?
- In a think tank
- Candidate?
- PhD
- Well, it’s goota take hard doing, - remarked old man
- Mister Professor, let me serve you. I’ll make you a sandwich; - I felt some mock in her manner of speaking, rather than just coquetry. – Frankly, I have always had a dislike for the guys of your type…
- My type?
- Yes, intellectuals’ type.
Mister Andrew changed the subject to more loyal: prices, politics and social life. Our breakfast lasted about 2 hours. I went out for coffee twice. It was evident that our male subject bored Ellen stiff and suddenly she interjected:
- Tell me, why our men like talking this kind of stuff. Well now, mister Professor, what type of women do you like?
- Any, if only she’s nice
- And what about sexy girls?
- You mean sex? Well it depends on what I need. Of course sexy is good only for sex.
We kept talking that way for some time, and then Mister Andrew said:
- Guys, excuse me, but I’m rather old, need some rest, so I’m gonna sleep! – he lied on the berth, turned back and soon began to snore
We went out to the passage, not wanting to disturb old man. I offered:
- Let’s go to the restaurant car and spend some time together
She agreed, we went there and ordered some beer with chips. Public was entertained with some movie of erotic content.
- What a funny trip, - I exclaimed. – Sex is everywhere!
- Oh, don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy watching me! – she parried
- Quite the opposite! I liked it. You’re beautiful!
- So, what’s wrong?
- Any emotions must find some abreact! So do sexy emotions
- It’s your problem!
- Will you help solve it?
- I don’t know, I don’t know, - she said, and raised her glass:
- Let’s drink for sexy charming women! For those who are close to us
Thus, we spent our time watching the movie and speaking about all kinds of things. The film was really erotic with male and female fucking like some minks, group sex scenes and never-ending moans of excited chicks and triumphal roars of coming men. This movie seemed to excite Ellen considerably as she flushed, like berries.
Then we came back to our compartment. I was willing to persuade our car-mate to go for a lunch or move to another free car, for I was dying to have sex with that chick. I was ready to bang her even in the lavatory, thought it smelled awfully. When we came in, some girl with headsets appeared and engaged free lower berth. Mister Andrew woke up, gave us listless look and went on sleeping again. Girl didn’t answer our greeting like there was no one came.
On my request concerning any free car conductor shrugged his shoulders, shook his head and answered in the negative.
After I returned back to my car, our new fellow traveler had already done her bed and was lying down silently, with her eyes closed. She didn’t take her headsets off either. Mister Andrew was sleeping soundly. Ellen was smiling invitingly exciting me with naked legs. As headset girl was lying with her eyes closed I turned off the light, got back to my berth, and lied stretched. I was lying quietly for some time, my eyes were becoming accustomed to the gloom and I could make out contours of some things. Then some noise was heard from the next berth, and I saw Ellen taking her T-shirt off. She put it on the shelf behind and lied right on the veil, uncovered and demonstrating her sweet inflections of the body. Her tits were like 2 pyramids, enticing and calling to be worked out. I couldn’t help that and stretched my hand; touched her dry lips. She moved her head slightly to make comfortable touch her. For a few minutes I was caressing her face, then slowly touched her tit with fingers and groped her teat. I probed her teat, clutched it slightly, and then slackened. I examined her breast, face and body tenderly and didn’t know how much time passed since I first touched her. All this time she kept holding my hand, leading it softly and letting me do what I wanted. The Old man was snoring soundly, headset girl was lying mildly, facing car’s wall. I considered that she fell asleep. I raised myself a bit and took her head. She licked her dry lips and nestled them against my lips. We spent some time on French kissing, trying to make noise as less as possible. Now both of my hands were on her tits. My palm lowered down, into the hot center of her perineum, got over her panties. Ellen moved her legs aside to let my caress go on. I began following her turgid vagina lines with my finger; she bent and moaned. I kept on doing that way for a long time, exciting her faster and harder, but suddenly her palm pressed mine and thrusted it right into the hole. Legs squeezed my arm hardly and shuddered. I quickly smothered her with kisses; she stopped for a while, and then kissed me passionately, holding my hand with trembling palm. At this moment I heard some noise down the lower berth; - headset chick seemed to turn from one side to another. I didn’t care, even through she woke up. I didn’t care who she was, because we were not gonna have any relations at all, as she was a complete stranger to me. I was ready to climb on Ellen’s berth, cuddle her up furiously, push my hard dick into her hot pussy and thrash inside her to get to the end of her vagina. Ellen seemed to feel the same as me, though she was still shuddering, while her legs were stretched flaccidly. Panties came to hamper me; I took out my fingers and took her lingerie off. She helped me. She left her legs bent on knees, but moved them apart as much as possible. I kissed her again, while caressing her pussy, which was wet and willing to let me inside. I listened to the car’s silence; there was no movement, not a sign. Before getting down to the job, I decided to make her come again with my fingers. It was evident that Ellen was really sensitive, for she could reach the top of delight in result of hand work or kisses, it was very astonishing. That’s why I wanted first to make her come that way. I took up kissing her face and neck slightly, at the same time I led my fingers up and down her pussy until she came, convulsively starting and twitching her legs, which squeezed my hand again. She threw her arms round my neck and gave me impulsive and hot hug.
Suddenly I gave a start; headset girl turned to touch my thigh. Ellen felt something as well, and questioned me:
- What’s up? You’re OK?
- I’m fine, I just touched cold edge of this berth…
Headset girl heard our talk and gave silent laughter. Again she stretched her hand along my leg and touched my ass. Though I was perplexed with such a scenario, I carried it off very well. I returned to what I was doing before, bringing her nearer to the next climax step by step. And she came! It occurred as before: legs squeezed my hand again. Meanwhile, headset girl’s hand was already caressing my balls and cock, which was strained as some tube, eager to tear my trunks. Now I could not concentrate just on Ellen alone, but forced to consider what headset girl was doing with my balls, which seemed to excite her carnal desires terrifically.
When Ellen was close to her forth come, when her body strained, waiting for the forthcoming wave of delight, I heard some noise on the lower berth, though girl’s hand kept on touching my cock. From the way she sat and squeezed my legs in her thighs, I soon realized that she was decisively in the mood for taking care of my genitals. But how far she was going to go on like this? As soon as headset girl settled back, she used her right hand to help left one. She caressed my buttocks, then slowly took my trunks off, released my dick out, which was languished in captivity. It was erected, her palms held it tight, and then started stroking it along its length, touched strained scrotum, squeeze my balls carefully, bared cock’s head, and pulled foreskin on it.
I had to confess, I was on the clouds. Meanwhile Ellen wanted more and I went on exciting her. I passed my tongue over her lips; she stuck her tongue out and placed it into my mouth passionately. My palm kept on caressing her vagina when her hand pressed mine and made it come into her hot flesh. I imitated dick’s moving, putting my fingers in and taking them out synchronously. I felt that she was ready to come. A jiff before it Ellen’s palm rushed down the vagina and started fiddling with her clitoris furiously. And now her buddy shuddered and convulsed again. At the same time I felt that my cock’s head turned into headset girl’s mouth. First, she was irresolute, and then her tongue movements came to be more firm and decisive. She gave me deep swallow; my cock seemed to fit in her mouth entirely.
- Would you like to have sex with me? – asked Ellen. – Old man is asleep, so is girl! Come on!
I was perplexed. I didn’t really know what to do. To get rid of headset girl’s endearments in order to have sex with Ellen; or tell her the truth: that my genitals had were being sucked out at this moment. What would be Ellen’s reaction? Indignation? But for what reason? I wasn’t her husband or lover! But she was just exciting me all day, while headset girl afforded pleasure without any ado! And what would we do if old man woke up?
My fingers were still inside of Ellen. I fiddled with her vulvar lips slightly and slowly, expecting her come. Her murmuring lips were close to my ear, I covered them with hot kiss, our tongues met and her palm began exciting clitoris faster. The strong hug ensued, hot long kiss, shiver of all body, long-drawn-out moan…
- Come up, I want you! – She asked again.
And I owned up:
- I can’t! My cock is now is being sucked by a girl down there.
Ellen kept silence for a while, she was pondering. Then moved up to berth edge, lowered her head and fixed her eyes down. At that point train passed through some halt, where a lot of street lamps were; bright light percolated through the window, lighting up darkness for split second and revealing hidden reality and making screw up your eyes.
But these rare flashes were enough to make Ellen see what was going on down there. She saw headset girl, kneeled down and sucking my cock vigorously. This sight excited her a lot, and she went on fiddling with her clitoris harder. I helped her with my fingers, soon she came violently and uttered constrained groan.
Halt left behind, darkness and silence fell within the compartment. Only old man’s snore broke silence from time to time; then lip-smacking noise was resounding. Ellen was looking down for a minute, then removed my fingers slowly. While I guessed what she conceived, Ellen sat on berth’s edge, threw her right leg across me so that I turned out between her legs. She threw her arms round my head, and began to bend it insistently. I came under her influence, bowed my head, thus my lips touched her wet pussy, put out my tongue and started passing it along her vulvar lips, putting it inside from rime to time. And now her hands pressed my head severely, thighs squeezed tightly, and her body thrashed about another orgasm. My ears, squeezed to her thighs, couldn’t hear her groan. She hardly relaxed after this come, as the next, but not least came, then another came again, and so on… This moment I couldn’t control myself and came right into headset girl’s mouth. The clots of sperm flied out and fell right on her tongue like storming falls!
With every new push, with every new drop of sperm into her mouth the thought of admitted unfairness had crossed my mind. I spent almost all night, giving enjoyment to the girl on the upper berth, but neglecting girl from the lower berth. I put down my hand, passed my hand across her forehead, stroked her opulent hair, lowered it down, then squeezed palm through her bra and stroked her tits. She removed my hand and returned back to her seat.
Next morning she didn’t even look at me, looking through the window at trees, passing by. Ellen was looking at me passionately, with winsome smile. Mister Andrew packed up his things with fidgety movements, complaining on sudden headache. I felt my guilt. As trained stopped, Ellen was first to leave our car and go out. She was met and clasped in arms some kinswoman. Then old man got out with senile grunting respiration.
- Let’s have a date? – I asked headset girl
She didn’t answer, just nodded her head.
- Thanks for humanitarian assistance! – I exclaimed
She shrugged her shoulders and went away…

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One Response to “In the compartment”

1. Miguel Says:
   July 13th, 2007 at 10:48 am

   the story goes like some funny tale, as fro me, i have never had such experience going by train, but one friend of mine told me once that he managed to bang on chick right in the sleeping car, it was something unimaginable!

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