Damn, the look of her—big tits spilling, tiny waist cinched, flaring out into those wide hips and that tight ass in the panty, cheeks peeking out the sides. Pure filth.
She reached down—hand wrapping my cock, stroking slow and firm, wanting me fully in, ready to stretch her holes wider than ever.
She kept staring at it—how big it was, veins pulsing, head leaking precum. Her mouth watered, lips parting.
I turned her around sudden—slapped her tight ass hard, like an animal claiming territory. The crack echoed sharp—if not for the train noise, the whole compartment would've heard. I wasn't gentle now—her sinful body woke something feral in me, lost all sense.
She cried out—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—arching deeper, pushing back for more.
I slapped again—harder—watching the red bloom, cheeks jiggling perfect.
She leaked more through the panty—wetness trailing down her thighs.
I pressed close—rubbing my cock over her hips, smearing precum while squeezing her ass from the side, mouth on her tits over the vest—biting nipples hard through the fabric.
She screamed soft—"Ahh... Alex... you're so rough today... ahh... I love it... bite harder!"
She loved the roughness—body trembling, pussy flooding.
I kept squeezing, rubbing my dick on her thighs, her hips—owning every curve.
Damn, her ass was really something else—I'd fucked plenty, but this one? Perfection. Thick, juicy, the way it curved and jiggled under my hands, soft but firm, made for gripping and ruining.
And her face—moaning in that slutty, broken way, eyes half-closed, lips parted, completely lost—drove me insane.
Her thick curves had me crazy—my dick rubbing between them, sliding over the sweat-slick skin, throbbing harder with every grind, begging me to take her ass and make her scream my name until the whole train heard.
She kept stroking my dick—amazed by the size, fingers barely closing around it, eyes wide like she couldn't believe what would soon stretch her tight holes again.
Our roomette had a small lower bed—we didn't need the upper bunk. I knew exactly how to use this one.
I guided her onto it—positioning her on her toes, knees bent, body leaned forward balancing on her fingers, ass pushed out high and dripping from that white panty, hanging in the air like an offering.
She held the pose—on edge, trembling, big ass straight in front of me, soft curvy cheeks leaking juices down her thighs.
I rubbed my dick on that thick, sexy ass—up and down slow, head nudging the soaked panty, fabric turning see-through with every pass, clinging to her pussy lips and asshole.
Sometimes I pressed harder—trying to push in over the panty, into her asshole or pussy—but the fabric stopped me, her holes already tighter than sin.
She moaned desperate—"Aahh... Alex... I'm so wet there... please put it in..."
I kept rubbing—teasing, owning—ready to cum just from the friction if I wanted.
Then I lowered her panty just enough—sliding it down her ass and pussy, letting it bunch mid-thigh, not fully off while she stayed on her toes, balancing leaned forward.
Her big ass hung perfect—leaking, soft curvy cheeks spread, holes exposed and begging.
In that position, her pussy was inviting me—swollen lips glistening, leaking thick juices down to her asshole, begging to be filled.
I started rubbing my dick straight over her pussy—long, slow strokes, pushing firm to rub her clit hard, coating myself in her wetness. Sometimes the head bent slightly, nudging her entrance like it wanted to slip in, but I stopped it—kept teasing, pulling back just as she bucked for more.
She moaned desperate—"Aahh... Alex... please..."
Then I aimed higher—pressing the slick head against her asshole, trying to push in slow. It was still damn tight—ring clenching hard, resisting even after everything.
"Lily... you got vaseline?" I asked, smiling dark, remembering how I'd needed it last time just to breach her.
"No... Alex... I didn't bring any lube..." she whispered, scared but excited, body trembling at what might happen if I forced it raw—but wanting to find out.
I kept trying—pressing steady, head stretching her ring little by little, her moans turning pained but needy.
But it was too tight—hurting my dick more than pleasing. I thought—something else.
I pulled her up sudden—back pressed to my chest, arms wrapped around her tight. Kissed her neck hard—biting deep, marking the soft skin while my cock rubbed around her ass crack, poking, teasing.
She melted into me—moaning soft, body going limp, grinding back desperate.
Then I turned her around—yanked her thin vest up and off, tits bouncing free, then dropped her panty all the way down, kicking it aside.
Put her on the small bed's edge—legs spread wide. I grabbed two cushions, propping them behind her back for support so she could stay right there, pussy at perfect height.
She sat on the edge—toes curled tight into the sheets, facing me, legs spread as I held them open, pussy fully exposed and leaking heavy, face already broken without me even inside.
I got close—rubbing my cock on her pussy slow, facing her—long drags from entrance to clit, up her lower stomach, smearing our mess everywhere.
She kept looking straight in my eyes—biting her lip desperate, hands on my hips for support, pulling me closer.
"Alex... please put it in... I can't hold myself..." she said sluttily, voice wrecked, body trembling hard against the cushions, pussy clenching on nothing as I teased.
I kept rubbing—slow, torturous—head nudging her entrance but not entering, letting her feel the stretch without giving it.
After teasing her more—watching her hips buck desperate, moans turning to whimpers—I finally pushed my head in.
"Ahh..." she moaned with relief, eyes fluttering, body relaxing for a second as I stretched her open.
She put one hand down to rub her clit frantic—fingers circling fast—while keeping her lust-filled eyes locked on mine.
"Lily," I rasped, thrusting slow, letting her adjust to my size inch by inch. "Your husband know you're going on this trip?"
She was full of shame, broken with lust—"Yes... Alex..."—moaning deep as I pushed deeper. "Ahh..."
"He's not back from his trip yet?" I asked, sliding further, feeling her walls grip tight.
"Ahh... no, Alex..." she gasped, back arching, hand rubbing faster. "He never went on trips with us... said it's boring..."
Wow. Her husband was a stupid piece of shit—wife this hot, and he thought anything without her was better? Even the home kitchen would be the most interesting place on earth with her in it.
I started fucking her harder now—deep, steady thrusts, making her boobs shake wild under me, nipples hard and begging.
Her face twisted in the satisfaction she'd been craving for days—eyes rolling back, mouth open in constant moans, body finally getting what it needed.
She rubbed her clit faster—pussy clenching tighter around me with every slam.
"Yes... Alex... harder... fuck me..." she begged.
I kept fucking her harder—seeing her lust face twist, eyes rolling back, mouth open in constant moans, body finally getting what it needed after days of craving. The sight made me lose control—thrusts turning savage, hips slamming deep.
Soon she came—trembling hard, all that pent-up stimulation and missing my dick making her weak. She shattered—"Aaahhh... Alex... ahh!"—going limp, crying out in pleasure, pussy gushing around me as she collapsed against the cushions.
I wasn't done yet—kept pushing harder, chasing my own edge—but then a knock came sharp on our roomette door.
"Dinner, sir."
We both froze—me balls-deep inside Lily, her pussy still spasming in orgasm.
"Oh—it's the dinner we booked with the tickets," she gasped, voice shaky, my cock twitching inside her.
"I'll be there in a sec," I called out, rough.
I pulled out slow—my dick still throbbing hard, denied climax, slick with Lily's juices and my precum. The interruption hit like a brick.
I threw on my shirt quick, just peeking upper body out the door to grab the dinner tray from the attendant. "Thanks," I muttered.
The guy nodded and moved on, delivering next.
Damn—we were interrupted hard. I almost thought it was Tiffany or Autumn sneaking over for fun.
The moment was gone. Lily lay there satisfied—legs limp, pussy leaking my load down her thighs, face glowing with that post-orgasm bliss—but my dick ached with pent-up lust, balls heavy and frustrated.
"Let's continue after dinner," I said low, looking at her flushed body.
She nodded breathy, smiling weak. We both put clothes back on—quick, casual—to eat.
But then nature called bad.
"I'll be back soon, Lily," I said. "Start dinner without me."
I slipped out, heading down the corridor—past roomettes with dim lights, some muffled voices, to the normal seating compartment and the nearest toilet.
It was in use. I leaned against the wall, waiting.
After a few minutes, the door opened.
Lan—the thick Asian wife—stepped out.
She froze, blushing deep as she saw me. Her tight gray dress hugged her curves wild—boobs straining, hips flared, ass plump and round. Even in the dim train light, she looked breedable.
Her eyes dropped fast—to my cargo pants. My dick was bulging hard, obvious from not getting relief after the interruption. The outline thick, straining, head flaring.
She stared—lips parting, trying to make out the size in the shadows. I'm pretty sure she'd never seen anything like it—not from her skinny husband anyway.
I adjusted my pants casual—but it only made the bulge bigger, dick shifting free inside, tenting more.
Shit, I thought.
But Lan was impressed—nipples hardening instant through the thin dress, poking sharp, thighs pressing together as she glanced down again.
Damn, her curves were wild—tits full, waist dipping in, ass begging to be grabbed right there.
I thought about it—pinning her quick, feeling that thickness—but then—
"Hey, Alex—what are you doing?" Brittany called from down the corridor, heading our way for the toilet too.
Lan snapped straight—adjusted her dress fast, blushing harder—and hurried back to her roomette, glancing back once at my bulge like she couldn't get the full view out of her head.
Brittany reached me—eyes dropping straight to the obvious bulge in my cargo pants, that naughty grin spreading slow.
"I was waiting for the toilet to get empty," I said casual, leaning against the wall.
She laughed soft—teasing, knowing. "Wow... you really need to relieve yourself, Alex," she whispered, biting her lip as she eyed the thick outline.
"Yeah, yeah," I said, smirking. "I'll be quick."
She glanced around—corridor quiet but people could pass any second—so she didn't push to join, just brushed my arm deliberate as I slipped inside.
Door clicked shut.
While I was pissing—slow because I was still half-hard—that thick Asian wife, Lan, flooded my mind. Damn, her curves were juicy—short but stacked, tits straining that dress, ass thick and round, thighs rubbing together when she walked. The way she did innocent things—blushing, glancing shy—made her even hotter, like she had no idea how bad she turned heads.
Or maybe she did.
I finished slow, but my dick wouldn't soften—thoughts of breeding her deep, stretching that tight body, making her moan in broken English—had me stroking absent, leaning against the wall.
Lost in it—imagining her on all fours, dress hiked up, taking me while her clueless husband slept nearby.
Then—knock knock.
"Hey—I need the toilet too," Brittany called soft but urgent.
I hurried—tucked away, zipped up—and stepped out.
She slipped past quick, but grabbed my wrist. "Wait here till I come out? I have to tell you something."
I leaned against the wall outside. "Sure."
Why not wait a little?
The train rocked gentle—corridor dim, distant voices.
Brittany wouldn't take long.
And whatever she had to say?
Probably filthy.
I was ready.
Then soon she came out—drying her hands on a handkerchief, glancing down at my bulge that still needed relief, eyes lingering a second too long with that naughty smile.
"Come with me, Alex," she said low, voice teasing, grabbing my hand.
I followed her—no questions, pulse kicking up.
We reached her roomette quick—she opened the door soft, we slipped inside, and she clicked it shut behind us, locking it careful so no one in the corridor caught us.
Inside—damn.
Gloria was there, lounging on the lower bunk in tiny nightwear that made my cock throb harder instantly.
That smoky Colombian body—thick in all the right places—was barely covered: a thin-strapped little top, smooth and clingy, ending high to show her tight lower stomach, hint of possible abs under golden skin.
And below—just a smooth, high-cut panty hugging her breedable hips and tight ass, fabric thin enough to outline everything.
She looked up surprised—didn't know I was coming, eyes widening as she saw me with Brittany. She tried quick to cover her nipples—hard and poking obvious through the thin top—but it only pushed her huge tits together more, making the view hotter.
Brittany, in her usual tiny shorts and tight vest—the ones I'd peeled off her countless times—grinned wicked, closing the distance to me.
"Why'd you call me here?" I asked low, voice rough, eyes flicking between them—both half-dressed, roomette small and private, train rocking gentle.
Brittany stepped close, hand sliding to my bulge again. "Because we couldn't wait till the beach," she whispered, glancing at Gloria. "And Gloria's been dying to meet you properly."
Gloria blushed deep but didn't look away—biting her lip, thighs pressing together.
"Hey, I was about to eat dinner," I said, voice rough but not convincing anyone. "I don't have time for this now."
My dick betrayed me—throbbing harder under Brittany's hand, screaming the opposite.
"But Alex... look at it," Brittany whispered, rubbing my bulge firm through the cargo pants, eyes wicked. "You need relief. It's our fault what we did in the cab—you got so hard because of us."
Gloria watched—eyes wide, hand half-covering her mouth as Brittany touched me so confident, like she owned my cock. It showed how inexperienced Gloria really was—shock mixing with heat on her face, nipples tightening fast through that thin top.
Then Brittany didn't wait—tugged my cargo pants lower quick, no button or zip needed, and my fully throbbing dick sprang free—thick, veined, head slick with precum.
Gloria gasped soft, hands fully over her mouth now, eyes huge—not believing the size right in front of her. Shock, awe, lust all at once.
Brittany, on the other hand, grinned like a pro—thanks to me—and started playing with the precum, smearing it over the head, stroking slow and firm, twisting at the top just how I liked.
Gloria's nipples got harder—poking obvious now, thighs pressing tight together as she stared.
"Brittany... we shouldn't be doing this," Gloria whispered scared, glancing at the door like Tiffany might burst in any second and tell her mom everything.
"Don't worry, Gloria... come here," Brittany said low, stroking me harder now, eyes daring her best friend.
I kept looking at Gloria—wanted to make her my slut since the second I saw her tonight. Fresh, shy, but burning up inside.
She was getting turned on bad—watching Brittany work my cock like it was normal, breathing quicker, hand drifting to her own thigh.
"Let's teach Gloria, Brittany... shall we?" I said, voice rough, stepping closer to the bed.
"Yeah, Alex," Brittany grinned, eyes sparkling. "She's really scared—she needs to live free."
Brittany let go of my dick—leaving it throbbing in the air—and sat beside Gloria on the bunk, shoulder to shoulder.
Gloria's eyes were glued to my cock—pointing straight at her, hard and leaking, veins pulsing. I moved in close—slow, deliberate—so she could see it up close, every thick inch, the head slick and swollen.
"You wanted a closer look?" I asked low, standing right at the edge of the bed.
Brittany leaned in, arm around her friend comforting. "Gloria, don't be scared—you touched it in the car, remember?"
"Yes... Brittany... it's so big..." Gloria whispered, amazed, lips parted, watering at the sight. She was eighteen like Brittany but zero experience—eyes wide, innocent but hungry.
"You'll love it, Gloria," Brittany murmured, guiding her friend's hand gentle. "Try touching it like in the car."
"Touch it, Gloria—it doesn't bite," I said, motivating soft, grinning down at her.
She reached out slow—hand trembling—and touched mid-shaft first. My cock throbbed hard under her fingers; she gasped soft, but didn't pull away—amazed by the heat, the pulse.
Her fingers wrapped tentative—trying to take in the girth, barely closing around it, exploring the veins, the weight.
Brittany smiled proud, hand on Gloria's back. "See? Just like that..."
Gloria stroked shy at first—slow, curious—eyes flicking up to mine, then back to my dick, breathing faster.
She was hooked already.
And I was going to make sure she never forgot her first real taste.
I grabbed her hand gently—guiding her fingers, showing her the rhythm that would make any man lose it: firm grip at the base, twist slow up the shaft, thumb circling the head to spread the precum.
"Like this?" she asked, voice small and cute, like a girl learning a new math theorem—eyes wide, concentrating hard, wanting to get it perfect.
"Yeah... like that, Gloria," I groaned, hips rocking subtle into her touch. "Keep the rhythm... yeah, just like that..."
Her inexperienced soft hands—smooth, tentative but eager—combined with my dick already leaking from the teasing made me turn on even more. Every stroke felt electric, her curiosity driving me wild.
She was picking up fast—grip tightening confident, speed building natural, eyes locked on my cock like it was the only thing in the world.
Brittany squeezed her arm from the side—kissing Gloria's toned bicep soft, the sleeveless vest showing off arms that looked like she hit the gym serious, muscle flexing under golden skin.
Gloria was captivated—stroking steady now, amazed.
"Brittany... you took it all?" she asked in awe, glancing at her best friend like it was impossible.
"Yeah, Gloria," Brittany whispered, kissing her shoulder. "It hurts at first... but then you love it. You'll see."
"It's so big... it won't even fit..." Gloria gasped, hand pausing to feel the full girth again, eyes wide with nervous excitement.
"Don't worry, Gloria," I said low, thumb brushing her cheek gentle, tilting her face up to mine. "I'll be real gentle with you... promise."
She looked at me—trust mixing with lust, nodding slow.
I kept rubbing her cheeks first—soft, full, warm under my palm—then traced her lips with my thumb, slow circles, feeling them part on instinct.
She opened her mouth wider—silent signal she was ready—and I slid my thumb in slow.
She sucked sloppy—tongue swirling eager, lips closing tight, eyes fluttering as she tasted me, getting used to something in her mouth while her hand kept stroking my dick, gaining confidence stroke by stroke.
Damn, her face—pretty features, full lips stretched around my thumb, curly hair framing everything—I'd do anything to rub my dick all over it, paint it with thick loads, fuck her mouth for days until she couldn't think straight.
I kept feeding her my thumb slow—pushing deeper, letting her get used to the thickness in her mouth, the feel of sucking something big. She moaned around it—licking sloppy, tongue swirling eager, lips sucking tight like she was already practicing for my dick. I wanted her ready; my cock was thick, and she'd gag hard if she wasn't prepared.
Her hand stroked me teasing—soft palm, fingers exploring, finding a good rhythm now, style improving fast, twisting gentle at the head, making precum leak steady.
"Yeah... just like that, Gloria," I groaned low, hips rocking subtle into her grip. "Aahh... you're getting good."
She pulled off my thumb a little—lips shiny, string of spit connecting—looking up at me with those slutty, innocent eyes. "Just like that?"
Like my little slut asking permission to please me.
"Yeah," I rasped, pushing my thumb back in, letting her suck harder. "Keep doing that... and I'll feed you my dick soon."
She moaned deep into my thumb—vibrating hard—thinking about my throbbing cock stretching her pretty mouth, how I'd fuck it slow then hard, cum thick loads all over her gorgeous face, marking her completely mine.
Brittany got behind Gloria—kneeling close, biting her shoulder soft where the thin strap left skin bare, then harder, making Gloria whimper around my thumb, body arching between us.
Gloria was lost—moaning nonstop, hand speeding up on my dick, sucking my thumb like it was the real thing.
I pushed my other fingers into her mouth now—letting her suck them all slow, saliva leaking down her chin, her pretty face glistening, lips stretched wet and shiny. She was looking more fuckable every passing second—moaning like a slut, eyes half-lidded, completely lost in it.
Brittany pulled Gloria's thin straps down both sides—bareing her shoulders, the tight vest slipping lower, revealing the upper swell of her full tits, spilling out soft and heavy, ready to be sucked like there was no tomorrow.
She started biting Gloria's shoulder hard—teeth grazing, then sinking in, making her best friend arch and whimper.
"Aaahhh..." Gloria moaned around my fingers, body jolting.
"Nice girl, Brittany," I groaned, watching them. "Keep making her hornier... and I'll reward you with something special too."
"Promise?" Brittany asked breathy, hands sliding to Gloria's tiny waist, massaging slow circles, making her lose more control by the second—body melting between us.
"Yeah, I promise," I said, moaning low as Gloria found the perfect rhythm stroking my dick—hand slick with precum, twisting just right. "Be a good girl... and you'll get good-girl treats."
Gloria liked hearing that—moaning louder around my fingers, sucking harder, hand speeding up on my cock like she wanted the reward too.
I slid one hand to her tits—feeling the soft spill over the slipped vest, outlining her hard nipple through the thin fabric, pinching light.
"Aaahhh..." she cried soft, pulling off my fingers for a second, body shivering hard.
"Gloria... your boyfriend doesn't make you feel good?" I asked low, squeezing her nipple firmer over the fabric, rolling it slow.
"Aahh... Alex... he doesn't know a single thing to make a woman happy," she confessed breathy, pushing her chest into my hand, sucking my fingers again desperate. "He only wants to talk... hang out..."
"Such a pussy," I growled, pinching harder. "A pretty girl like you doesn't deserve a guy like that."
She moaned agreement—eyes locked on mine, full of need.
"Don't worry," I said, voice dark. "You'll know tonight how a real man handles a pretty woman like you."
She liked the idea—body trembling harder, hand stroking me faster, saliva dripping as she sucked my fingers like they were my cock.
She'd heard all the stories from Brittany—every filthy detail of me devouring her best friend, stretching her tight holes, making her scream and beg for more. Gloria must've come on this trip just out of curiosity—wondering if the rumors were true, if one guy could really turn a girl inside out like that.
Now she was finding out firsthand.
And the way she looked at my cock—wide-eyed awe, hand stroking faster, saliva dripping from her chin as she sucked my fingers clean—told me she was already addicted.
Curiosity won. She was hooked.
And tonight?
I was going to show her everything Brittany had bragged about—and more.
Her pretty face, those full lips, that innocent-but-hungry stare?
I'd ruin it beautifully. Make her crave me like air.
Just like her best friend already did.
Brittany spilled Gloria's boobs fully now—pulling the thin top down completely, revealing them in all their glory. They were even bigger than Brittany's—full, heavy, perfect olive-skinned handfuls with dark nipples already hard and begging.
My dick liked the view—throbbing harder in Gloria's stroking hand.
I put my hands on them—nice, firm squeeze first, feeling the weight, the softness overflow my palms, thumbs rolling over her hard nipples rough, pinching light then harder.
She moaned loud—"Aahh... Alex..."—arching into my grip, body trembling as I worked her tits with both hands, kneading deep, tugging the peaks until they turned red and swollen.
Brittany watched close—smiling proud, hand on Gloria's thigh rubbing slow, encouraging.
Gloria was lost—moaning nonstop, hand speeding up on my dick, eyes locked on my hands like she couldn't believe how good it felt.
I kept going—squeezing harder, twisting her nipples just enough to make her gasp and buck, her inexperienced body responding perfect, pussy dripping down her thighs from just this.
Then I slapped them both—one by one—sharp cracks making them jiggle wild, turning the skin pink then red.
"Aahh... Alex... you're so rough..." she cried, voice shaky like she didn't like it—but her back arched deeper, pushing them into my hands, begging for more like the inexperienced slut she was.
I made her Colombian tits glow red from the slaps—Brittany licking her back now, tongue dragging down her spine, biting her shoulder blades, turning her on even harder.
Then I squeezed her nipples hard—pinching and twisting.
She cried out—"Aahh... not that hard, please..."
But her hand stroked my cock faster—body trembling, pussy soaking the bunk beneath her.
She wanted it rough—craved it.
And I was just getting started.
She was losing control—becoming the perfect slut I wanted her to be. Those tits, that tight Colombian ass, brown skin glowing under the dim light—god, I'd fuck her like an animal, ruin her pretty innocence.
"You ready to take my dick in your mouth?" I teased low.
She was still stroking—eyes fixed on the hardness, the size, the girth—afraid but burning in heat, breath quick.
She couldn't say anything—just opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, like her body moved on instinct, ready to worship.
"Good girl," I growled, looking down at her slutty face—pretty features begging to be fucked, sweet and innocent no more.
Brittany bit her shoulder harder—massaging Gloria's tits from behind, pinching nipples erect and tight, offering them up for my mouth.
I took my cock in hand—stopped her stroking—and slapped it heavy on her waiting tongue. Wet smacks filled the room, precum smearing shiny across her pink tongue, her pretty face taking my dick like it was made for this.
She moaned—eyes fluttering—as I slapped again and again, coating her tongue, her lips.
Then I dragged it slow—rubbing my full length over her face, from top to bottom. Head pressing her forehead, shaft sliding down her nose, over cheeks, ending near her chin—my balls brushing her lips.
My dick was bigger than her face—head on her forehead, base at her chin.
She realized it full—eyes widening huge, moaning deep and shaky as she felt the sheer size that would soon stretch her holes wide, break her completely.
I slapped my dick on her face—cheeks, lips, forehead—marking her pretty skin with precum and juices, claiming every inch.
She moaned louder—tongue flicking out to taste whenever it passed her lips, body trembling hard.
Brittany whispered in her ear—"You're doing so good... he's gonna fuck your face now..."
Gloria shivered violent—ready, broken, completely mine.
I tangled fingers in her curly hair—guiding her closer.
Then I let her take the tip first—her small mouth struggling at the size, lips stretching wide just to fit the head.
"Taste the head, Gloria," I said low, hands on my hips, letting her take control for now, teaching slow.
She took my cock in her hand—fingers wrapping tentative—and started licking the head, tongue swirling shy around the slick tip, tasting the salty precum, exploring the sensitive underside careful but eager.
"Yeah... there... lick that more," I groaned, hips rocking subtle.
She licked harder—like a cute student eager to learn from her favorite professor, eyes flicking up for approval, wanting to get every detail right.
Brittany watched aroused—getting jealous of the attention, sliding her shorts down quick. Nothing underneath—showing me her pink, dripping pussy, fingers rubbing slow circles.
"Alex... I'm so wet..." she moaned, fingering herself watching us.
"Don't worry, sweetie," I said, voice rough. "You'll get your turn. It's time for Gloria's lesson right now."
Gloria kept licking the head perfectly now—tongue flat and firm, swirling faster, sucking the tip gentle like she was born for it.
"Like that?" she asked soft, pulling off a second, looking up with those big eyes—like a cute slut begging for praise.
"Yeah, Gloria... not bad for first time," I rasped, looking at her pretty face already ruined—lips shiny, cheeks flushed, saliva trailing.
Her boyfriend wouldn't have her back now.
"Now take it more in," I said, hands sliding to her head, guiding my dick deeper slow.
She gagged at first—eyes watering, throat tightening—but then understood, relaxing, taking me little by little, inch by inch.
Her mouth was warm heaven—inexperienced but trying so hard, sucking slow at her own pace, lips stretching wide, tongue pressing under as she bobbed tentative, afraid if she didn't do good I wouldn't give her the next treat.
She wanted to be good—perfect little student.
I groaned louder—hands gentle in her hair, letting her set the pace but pushing just a little deeper each time.
Brittany fingered faster—moaning soft, watching her best friend learn on my cock.
Gloria's first blowjob.
And she was already addicted.
She was getting good—tongue swirling perfect, lips tight and wet, taking more with every bob, eyes looking up for approval like she lived for it.
I was teased bad from Lily earlier—edged and denied—so close to busting just from her inexperienced but eager mouth.
But damn—I didn't want to cum from a blowjob. Not yet. Her mouth was heaven, but I needed more—needed to own every part of her.
Her body—vest straps slipped low on her soft belly, boobs full and bouncing heavy in view, nipples poking hard—I had to see her pussy, how soaked it was from all this teasing, from her first taste of real lust.
I pulled my dick out slow—wet pop echoing—she chased it desperate, mouth open wide, tongue out long like she couldn't live without it in her throat, eyes pleading.
"Relax, girl... you'll get it," I said low, grinning dark, thumb wiping spit from her chin.
I stood her up slow—tits bouncing heavy with the movement, that sweet ass jiggling in the tight panty as she turned to face me. So sexy—tight, thick Colombian curves, hips wide and inviting, only Lily's ass could compete with this one. No way I wasn't tapping it tonight—ruining it completely.
I grabbed it hard from the side—my god, the thickness, the juiciness, flesh overflowing my fingers, soft but firm, warm from her body heat.
She moaned loud just from the squeeze—body arching back into my hands, pushing for more like she was born for this.
"Wow, Gloria... you are thick," I rasped, kneading both cheeks deep, fingers sinking in, feeling them yield perfect, spreading them to see her panty wedged tight between.
I slapped it—sharp crack ringing—and it jiggled wild, ripples going for seconds, inviting my dick to just slide between and cum right there.
I pressed close—throbbing cock sliding hot between her hips, rubbing on her skin, letting her feel the warmth, the pulse of what was coming.
Her vest was in the way—hanging loose on her stomach. I yanked it off complete—tits spilling free fully, big and firm, nipples dark and begging, bouncing as she breathed heavy.
Gave them quick love—squeezing rough, palms full, thumbs flicking nipples hard, then leaning in to bite one sharp, teeth grazing before sucking deep.
But her ass—I couldn't get my eyes off it. So much tighter than Brittany's, perfect wide hips flaring out, pussy already wetting the panty fabric bad, dark spot growing.
That's it—no more playing.
I hooked her tight panty—ripped it down all the way in one pull—revealing that sexy, tight ass, cheeks spreading natural as the fabric fell, pussy lips peeking swollen and wet below, juices shining on her thighs.
Threw the panty away—god knows where, didn't care.
I got closer—dick ready to make her pregnant, throbbing angry—and turned her away from me, back pressed tight to my chest, her curly hair tickling my face.
Slid my throbbing dick between her ass cheeks—hotdogging tight, shaft gripped hot by her warmth as we stood pressed together, her thick body all mine to play with, curves molding perfect against me.
She moaned deep—"Aahh... Alex..."—ass pushing back greedy, cheeks clenching hard around my shaft, trapping me in that soft heat.
I grabbed both cheeks hard—spreading wide, fingers digging deep—and started rubbing slow, thrusting between them deliberate, head nudging her holes teasing—pussy first, then asshole, letting her feel the promise without giving it yet.
Her body trembled—lost completely, ready, shaking in my arms.
And I was done holding back.
This ass was getting ruined tonight—slow, deep, forever.
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I wanted to see her ass in full glory—spread wide, holes begging.
"Gloria," I growled in her ear while my cock was wedged tight between her ass cheeks, hands squeezing her boobs from behind rough. "I'm gonna put my dick in your ass."
"No... Alex... please... it's so big," she whimpered, grinding back harder anyway, grabbing my hands to guide the squeeze on her tits softer. "You can fuck me in the pussy..."
"But Gloria... your ass is so sexy," I rasped, squeezing her boobs harder, feeling her nipples poke my palms. "My dick isn't listening to me."
"Ahhh... Alex..." she moaned, voice shaky, scared but curious, hips rolling back into my grinding cock. "Please... I'm a virgin... I'm scared to even get it in my pussy... I can't think about ass..."
"Ask Brittany how good it felt," I said low. "She asked for it in her ass herself."
Brittany was fingering herself slow beside us—waiting her turn, eyes dark and hungry, fingers dipping in and out of her pink pussy, spreading the wetness as she watched me with Gloria.
"Gloria... let Alex do what he wants," she breathed, voice low and needy, already thinking about her own turn. "You'll thank me later."
Then Brittany stripped fully—shirt and shorts off, naked now, knowing it was coming soon.
Gloria was still scared—I wanted to break her more, make her so crazy she'd put my dick in her ass herself.
I stopped squeezing her boobs and grinding her cheeks—guided her to the bed instead, on all fours, spreading her legs wide so her full ass and pussy came into view.
She climbed slow—afraid it was time, that big dick about to destroy her—but she obeyed like a perfect slut should, back arching deep on the bunk, ass up high.
With her arched like that, her thick ass came into full view—round, firm cheeks begging, pussy lips peeking wet below.
I leaned down, grabbed both cheeks hard, and spread them wide—then started licking her holes from behind. Her body ordered it herself—pussy twitching, asshole fluttering.
I licked filthy—from low to up, tongue flat on her pussy first, lapping her wetness, then circling her asshole slow, pushing inside deep.
"Aaahhh... Alex... yes..." she moaned, pushing back greedy, body surrendering fast.
Teasing her—making her crave it.
She was breaking—wanting it now.
And I was giving her exactly what she needed.
I licked and sucked her holes like they were a gourmet meal—savoring every drop of her juices, tongue flat and deep on her pussy first, lapping the thick wetness that leaked nonstop, then circling her asshole slow before pushing inside deep, fucking it with my tongue to get her used to things in there.
Her thick ass jiggled with every thrust of my face—cheeks soft and full, I licked them too, biting light, making her push back greedy.
"Aaahhh... Alex... yes..." she moaned, body surrendering fast, breaking under the stimulation. It was her first time getting eaten like this, and she was losing it—pussy flooding my mouth, asshole clenching around my tongue.
"Ahh... Alex... please put it in..." she begged, lust taking over completely, hips rocking desperate.
But I wasn't done yet.
We were on all fours—Gloria in front of me, ass up high, me behind devouring her.
Brittany stood up sudden—turned on bad from the heat, tired of waiting and fingering herself. She got behind me quick, hands spreading my cheeks, and buried her face in my ass.
Her tongue hit my asshole—soft, wet, swirling perfect.
"Ahh..." I moaned into Gloria's holes, the vibration making Gloria cry out too.
Brittany's tongue technique was killer—licking my asshole deep, then long drags from my balls up, stroking my dick hard with her hand while her mouth worked me.
Damn, girl—she was gonna make me cum hard from that.
I wasn't complaining.
We were like a centipede—connected filthy, bodies linked in a chain of pure lust.
I trained Brittany to be a perfect slut, and Gloria was in the making—soon these two would milk me dry without me even teaching them more.
I kept eating Gloria's ass and pussy—tongue fucking her asshole deeper now, turned on even more from Brittany rimming me like a starving slut behind.
"Alex... please put it in..." Gloria begged again, her body completely lost to lust, ass pushing back desperate.
"Soon, baby, soon," I said, making her even more turned on.
Then I stood up on my knees—my asshole away from Brittany now—and put my dick on Gloria's ass, starting to rub it from her pussy to ass, trying to push in but teasing, head nudging her tight ring.
Brittany came behind me quick—squeezing my nipples from behind, her soft boobs pressing hot against my back, pinching and twisting to make them rock hard.
Brittany was so good at pleasuring me now—and Gloria would join her soon.
I tried to push my head in Gloria's asshole—so tight, gripping just the tip.
"Ahh... Alex... it's too tight..." she gasped, alarmed but not pulling away, body trembling, curiosity winning.
I kept rubbing—her wide hips, her fat ass cheeks jiggling, her curly hair falling back making me drool.
"Damn, Gloria... you are so tight," I groaned, slapping her ass hard—making it turn red, jiggle wild.
"Brittany—you have any lube?" I asked, slapping Gloria's ass again for good measure.
"I have some Nivea lotion with me only, Alex," Brittany said, licking my back slow, still pinching my nipples hard.
"Yeah, that'll work," I groaned.
Brittany grabbed the Nivea lotion bottle quick from her bag—handed it to me—and came in front, looking at Gloria's ass from the side, seeing how tight it was, what it would take to make my dick go through.
She smirked—excited, turned on bad.
I squirted lotion thick on my dick—coating the shaft heavy, making it shine slick.
"Spread it good, Brittany," I said low.
She did—hand wrapping around me, stroking slow and firm, spreading the lotion perfect, making me groan as her fingers twisted at the head.
"Ahh... Brittany... thanks for the help," I rasped, pulling her face closer and kissing her deep—tasting her, Gloria's moans mixing as Brittany's tongue tangled with mine.
Then I put lotion on Gloria's ass—good amount, rubbing it in slow over her cheeks, making her brown skin even shinier, then focusing on her asshole, fingers circling, pushing one in deep to lube the insides.
She moaned loud—"Aahh... Alex..."—body trembling hard, ass clenching tight then relaxing around my finger as I worked it deeper, stretching her slow, feeling the hot grip flutter.
Brittany kept her ass cheeks spread wide—fingers digging into the soft flesh, holding Gloria open for me, spitting a thick glob right on the hole to make her shiver violent, body jolting as the warm spit dripped down.
Then Brittany's fingers slid to Gloria's pussy—rubbing slow circles on her clit, dipping shallow inside to keep her dripping heavy, juices running down her thighs.
Gloria was getting ready—asshole slick and twitching eager now, taking my finger easier with every twist, ring loosening bit by bit, body surrendering to the invasion.
Everything was smooth—wet with thick lotion, Brittany's spit, Gloria's own juices mixing filthy, shining on her skin.
I lined up—thick head pressing her ring firm, pushing slow and relentless.
It twitched—opening little by little, resisting then yielding, taking just the tip with a soft pop.
Gloria gasped—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—voice breaking, back arching deeper, pushing back subtle like she couldn't wait for more.
"Ahh... Gloria..." I groaned deep as I pushed my dick in—feeling the insane tightness grip the head, hot velvet walls stretching wide around me for the first time.
I pushed deeper—slow, steady thrusts, inch by inch, watching her virgin ass swallow me, ring clinging desperate, body shaking with every bit she took.
She was taking it—virgin ass opening fully now, gripping like fire, fluttering wild as I filled her.
And she loved it already—moaning nonstop, hips rocking back greedy, eyes rolling in shock and pleasure, completely lost to her first anal.
Slowly, I pushed—making Gloria lose to lust completely, inch by inch sinking deeper into her virgin ass, her ring stretching wide around my thickness.
"Ahh... Alex... I can feel it in me..." Gloria moaned, voice wrecked, eyes rolling back as she gripped the sheets.
Brittany kept spreading her ass cheeks—holding her open for me, watching in awe as my dick disappeared inside her best friend's hole, already waiting her own turn.
"You took it so good, Gloria," Brittany said, rubbing her back soothing, voice full of pride.
Gloria was getting broken in this night train—her tight ass yielding to me, body trembling as I bottomed out.
Then I pushed all the way in—and started sliding in and out slow, fucking her steady, making her hole fully stretch for me. If it was some small dick, Gloria's ass would've taken it easy—but my cock made it hard for her first anal, gripping like fire, fluttering wild.
"Ahhh... Alex... harder, please..." she begged, pushing back greedy.
"Yeah, Gloria... now you're talking," I growled, thrusting harder—balls slamming her pussy every time I went all the way in, skin slapping loud.
Brittany kept Gloria's composure—holding her steady so she wouldn't break posture from the thrusts.
"Ahhh... Gloria... you're still so tight," I groaned, speeding up.
Both these girls—so thick, plump bodies, big boobs and asses—were mine to take in the night train, while their moms were unaware of what I was doing to their sweet daughters. It turned me on even more—filthy, forbidden power.
After fucking her ass a while, I pulled out slow—Brittany and I looking at the gape I'd made. Her hole stayed open, red and ruined, closing slow.
Gloria missed my dick already—"Alex... please put it in..."
I wanted to see her pretty face—the one I broke with lust. I turned her around, laid her on her back, spreading her legs wide.
Her face was broken in lust—when I first saw her, she was a proper sweet girl looking for fun with her friend. Now? Completely owned—eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, no shame as her legs spread, dripping pussy full in view.
I took in the view—sweet girl turned my slut, her body trembling. She tried to close her legs as shame hit, but I held them open wide with my hands, forcing her exposed.
Then I leaned in—licked her from pussy to stomach slow, tongue flat over her wetness, up her soft belly, dipping into her navel, swirling and sucking the sweat there.
"Gloria... you are so hot..." I rasped, licking her navel deep, tasting her skin.
She moaned—"Aahh... Alex..."—hands fisting my hair tighter, pulling me closer like she couldn't get enough.
Then I moved up—licking her boobs fully, tongue dragging slow over the soft, full curves, tasting the salty sweat mixed with her skin, sucking hard on the heavy flesh until it popped wet from my mouth.
I latched onto one nipple—sucking deep and rough, pulling it in with vacuum pressure, tongue flicking fast over the hard peak while my teeth grazed the edge, biting sharp but controlled, making her jolt and cry out.
She lost control—back arching high, hands fisting my hair, pulling me harder into her chest like she couldn't get enough pain-pleasure.
I bit harder—like I wanted to eat them whole, teeth sinking in just enough to mark the soft flesh red, leaving little crescents around her dark nipples, sucking again immediate to soothe the sting, then biting the other one even rougher, tugging with my teeth until she screamed soft.
Her nipples swelled bigger—red, shiny from my spit, throbbing under my tongue as I switched back and forth, sucking like I was starving, biting like I owned them.
She trembled bad—moaning nonstop, pussy grinding air, completely broken from just her tits getting worshipped rough.
I wasn't gentle.
And she loved every filthy second—begging with her body for more.
She cried out—"Aahh... yes... harder..."—voice breaking as I bit her nipples rough, teeth sinking in just enough to sting sweet, tugging the hard peaks until they swelled darker, redder, throbbing under my tongue.
Then I moved to her neck—kissing hot trails, biting deep into the soft skin, leaving dark marks that would bloom tomorrow, claiming her. She tilted her head back, offering more, moaning desperate as I sucked bruises along her collarbone.
Then her lips—crashing into them wild, tongues tangling messy and deep, hot and desperate like we couldn't breathe without each other.
She pulled me in closer—arms wrapping tight around my neck, nails digging my shoulders, not letting go even for air. She was feral—kissing like she wanted to consume me, tongue pushing dominant now, biting my lower lip hard, moaning nonstop into my mouth.
We were lost in the moment—bodies pressed so tight I felt every curve, every tremble. My dick rubbed her pussy every time we shifted—thick head sliding through her soaked lips, teasing her clit, her wetness coating me, begging to be inside any hole.
Brittany got the opportunity—she was good at reading moments now. Slid behind me quick and quiet, hands on my hips guiding firm, lining me up.
She pushed slow—my head stretching Gloria's virgin tightness, warm walls parting for the first time, soaking hot grip pulling me in.
Suddenly I was inside—head popping past her entrance, buried deep in one smooth slide.
Gloria moaned into my mouth—"Aahh..."—biting my lower lip harder, body jolting as she took me, unable to contain the stretch.
Her eyes turned beast-like—pretty face feral now, staring at me hungry, like she wanted to devour me whole, innocence shattered.
I'd broken something deep in her—and she was wild for it, craving more.
She moved her hips subtle—rocking gentle, taking me deeper herself inch by inch, letting my dick sink all the way into her virgin warmth, so wet, so hot, walls fluttering wild around every vein.
"Ahh..." we both groaned in relief at the joining—bodies locking tight, her legs spreading wider to take it all.
My dick was buried to the hilt—virgin pussy gripping like fire, squeezing rhythmic, pulling me deeper like it never wanted to let go.
"Gloria... you're so tight..." I moaned, breaking the kiss for a second, forehead pressed to hers, breathing her in.
"Ahh..." she moaned into my mouth, unable to contain the lust—kissing me wildly now, tongue pushing desperate and sloppy, lips biting mine hard, curly hair falling messy around her flushed face, making her look even hotter, feral and beautiful.
Her pretty face was fully broken with lust—eyes glassy and rolling, cheeks deep red, mouth open in constant moans, innocence shattered into pure, raw need.
I kept fucking her pussy—slow at first, deep rolls of my hips, biting her nipple hard while staring into her eyes, holding the bite until she screamed with pleasure, body jolting, pussy clenching tighter around my cock.
"Aahhh... Alex... ahh..." she moaned louder, wanting me to bite her nipples more, harder—arching her chest up, offering them like she couldn't get enough.
"Ahh... Gloria... I'm gonna fuck you so hard on the beach," I growled, thrusting deeper, imagining her thick Colombian body in some tiny bikini—boobs spilling out the sides, tight thick ass barely covered, jiggling as I took her on the sand, everyone watching but unable to stop me.
My dick got thicker, wilder in her tight pussy—so warm, so juicy, walls gripping like velvet fire, flooding more with every slam.
Brittany couldn't reach my asshole now—I was moving faster, pounding Gloria steady, roomette creaking loud.
"Ahh... Alex... it's too big..." Gloria gasped when I increased speed, voice breaking in shock and pleasure. "Aahhh... ahh..."
Fuck—my dick was gonna explode, teased all night without cumming, edged hard from Lily and now buried in Gloria's virgin tightness.
I felt I was close—balls heavy, throbbing angry—and I was gonna make sure I made this innocent slut pregnant, flood her womb deep with thick loads until she swelled with my cum.
"I'm gonna cum in you, Gloria... so much..." I moaned into her kiss, thrusting wild.
"No... Alex... please do it outside..." she said alarmed, eyes wide—but curious, body betraying her, legs pulling me deeper, pussy clenching like it wanted every drop.
"AHHH... I'm gonna cum so deep..." I growled, close—thrusts turning brutal, hips slamming skin on skin.
Then after a few more hard, deep slams—I came buckets, pulsing violent from all the teasing, shooting thick ropes far into her virgin pussy, flooding her womb load after load, filling her completely until it leaked around my shaft.
"Aahhhh..." she looked straight in my eyes—feeling every hot pulse, body shaking hard as I bred her deep.
"Alex... it's going so deep..." she whispered, pulling me impossible closer with her legs, heels locked, knowing exactly what was happening—accepting it, craving it, pussy milking me for more.
We stayed locked—bodies trembling, breathing ragged, my cum thick inside her, marking her forever.
She was bred—innocent no more.
And she loved every filthy second.
I kept moving slowly inside Gloria, letting her pussy milk every last drop of my cum, no drop wasted. We kept kissing, hot in the mouth, tongues swirling lazy but hungry, tasting each other while her walls fluttered around me, squeezing out the final pulses.
Brittany was getting jealous and bored, she couldn't just watch me breed her best friend and not get my dick in her.
"Alex, please put it in me," she said, massaging my ass, fingers digging in as I finished shooting inside Gloria.
After releasing so much in Gloria, I pulled out slow. We all looked at the mess I had made: her pussy so wet with cum and juices, lips swollen and red, my thick load leaking slow down her thighs. My dick had strings of cum connecting to her hole, shining slick.
Gloria looked at the scene too, taking it in—what had become of her, how she was my slut from now on, body marked deep inside.
I put it in a few more times, letting Gloria watch my dick go in and out, making wet squelching sounds as cum leaked more.
She was satisfied, cheeks glowing, face sweaty, breathing heavy.
She was broken now, unable to move, just lying on her back taking heavy breaths. It was too much for her first time.
I pulled out my dick and sat on the edge of the bed while Gloria lay beside me on her side, satisfied, ready to be pregnant by me if she wasn't on birth control.
My dick after cumming so much was still half-hard and slick with everything. Brittany got her chance now, seeing my dick free from Gloria's holes. She dropped to her knees between my legs and started sucking my dick, which was wet with her best friend's pussy and my cum.
She licked it clean like a slut having her last meal, tongue swirling every inch, sucking the mix of flavors deep, moaning like she loved the taste.
I looked down at her doing all the work—she was making sure I got hard again and made her pregnant like her friend too.
"Ahh, Brittany..." I moaned when she licked the sensitive part hard, hands on her head guiding gentle.
She kept on sucking it—she was good at these things, tongue swirling perfect around the head, lips tight and wet, taking me deeper slow like she knew exactly how to build it back up.
This trip had all the perfect MILFs, and these two slutty girls were gonna milk me dry every day and night we were there. They were gonna drain my balls for sure.
Soon my dick was hard again—throbbing full thanks to Brittany's tongue and that hungry mouth.
She took the opportunity without even asking—so horny for my dick, eyes dark with need. She stood up in front of me looking all sexy with her plump body, long blonde hair falling loose over her shoulders, thick boobs bouncing heavy, reminding me so much of her mother's—full, soft, nipples hard and begging.
She came closer—straddling my lap slow, widening her legs, lining her dripping pussy on my dick, teasing the head through her wet lips first.
I grabbed her boobs hard—squeezing rough, thumbs flicking nipples before leaning in and biting them sharp.
"Ahh... Alex... harder please..." she moaned loud, arching into my mouth, body trembling.
She lined my dick perfect on her dripping pussy—and sat down slow on my hips, on my legs while I sucked her boobs deep, tongue swirling one nipple, teeth grazing, then switching.
Gloria lying on her side watched—eyes wide, hand drifting slow between her own thighs again, turned on bad seeing her friend take charge, knowing she'd do the same soon.
Brittany started grinding on my dick—doing all the work herself now, hips rolling slow then faster, pussy gripping tight and hot, taking me deep with every drop, boobs bouncing in my face as she rode.
She moaned nonstop—"Aahh... Alex... yes..."—hands on my shoulders for leverage, grinding circles that hit her clit perfect, pussy soaking my lap.
The roomette filled with wet slaps—her ass jiggling soft against my thighs, body working me like she owned it.
Brittany was moving her hips so good on my dick—in perfect rhythm, slow circles turning faster, grinding deep so her clit rubbed perfect against me, pussy clenching tight every time she lifted and dropped.
I was losing it in pleasure—first cumming so much inside Gloria, taking her virginity, breeding her deep, and now Brittany milking me like she owned my cock, walls squeezing rhythmic, hot and wet, pulling me in like she wanted every drop too.
"Ahh... Brittany... you couldn't just watch your friend get all the attention, huh?" I moaned, hands gripping her thick ass, helping her ride harder.
"I asked her to come on this trip, Alex," she whispered breathy, kissing me possessive—tongue deep, biting my lip. "I told her what we did at home... but I wasn't gonna let her have you all to herself."
Gloria watched from the side, lying down satisfied, body still glowing and trembling from her first time, like her coming on this trip was the best decision she ever made.
I kissed back wild—hands squeezing her ass cheeks, spreading them as she ground down, dick buried full.
"Don't worry, babe," I rasped against her lips. "I'll never not give you attention. I'm gonna fuck you so hard on this trip."
"Oh yeah?" Brittany moaned, getting hornier, hips speeding up. "What you gonna do to me?"
"Ever since you showed me that tiny bikini you're gonna wear," I growled, thrusting up hard to meet her drops. "I made sure to rip it apart and fuck you on the beach—when everyone watched."
"But Alex... I'm gonna feel shame..." she gasped, turned on bad by the idea—pussy flooding more, clenching tighter.
"I'll make sure everyone sees you both getting fucked by me," I said, biting her neck hard, marking her.
She started moving fast—wild now, plump body bouncing, tits jiggling heavy in my face, younger tighter version of Tiffany doing wonders on my cock, walls gripping like fire.
"You're lucky, Alex... my dad didn't come on this trip," Brittany moaned, grinding circles that hit deep.
"Doesn't matter, Brittany," I growled, slapping her ass sharp. "I was gonna fuck you in front of him too."
Soon—after the hard riding, stimulation building forever—Brittany came hard, body shaking violent, pussy spasming wild around me, milking me desperate.
"Cum in me, Alex..." she begged, kissing me sloppy. "Make me pregnant..."
"See, Gloria?" I called to her laying on the side, watching with glassy eyes. "That's how you ask for it in you."
I thrust up brutal—close, balls tight.
"Ahh..." I came hard again—pulsing thick ropes deep in Brittany while she ground down, milking the rest of my seed after Gloria, pussy squeezing every drop.
We both panted heavy—she on my lap, bodies slick, kissing slow now, tongues lazy in the afterglow.
We stayed like that for a while—letting our bodies rest, my dick still pulsing slow inside her, leaking the cum little by little, her pussy warm and full around me.
Then I laid down on the bed—keeping Brittany on top of me, my dick still buried deep, not pulling out yet.
Now on the bed, Gloria was laying on our side—close enough to touch, watching us with that satisfied glow, body still trembling soft from her first time.
Gloria put her hand gentle on Brittany's hair—brushing it back slow, clearing her best friend's face from the blonde strands sticking to her sweaty skin, smiling soft like she was taking care of her.
I kept Brittany on top—her thick, plump body heavy and perfect on me, tits pressed to my chest, ass soft under my hands as I massaged every part slow—hips, back, cheeks, feeling the warmth, the curves that reminded me so much of her mom but younger, tighter.
She moaned lazy—grinding subtle, keeping me inside, not wanting to let go.
They were both giggling now—talking low to each other, touching bodies and faces gentle, like two cute sluts satisfied after milking me dry, fingers tracing arms, cheeks, lips, sharing little kisses and whispers.
Gloria leaned in closer on us—head on Brittany's shoulder, hand drifting to my chest, while Brittany stayed lying pressed tight on me, bodies tangled warm and slick.
"You two won't let me go, huh?" I said low, realizing it had been way too long since I left Lily—she must've eaten dinner alone by now.
"No... we're keeping you here all night," Gloria whispered hot in my ear—she was getting the hang of it fast, voice breathy and teasing. Then she started licking my ear slow—tongue swirling the lobe, sucking light, making me shiver.
My dick started throbbing a little again—still shooting the last weak pulses of cum inside Brittany's pussy while she lay on top of me. I wrapped arms around her soft, thick body and pressed tighter, feeling every curve mold to me.
"Brittany... you're getting so thick day by day," I rasped, squeezing her thick ass hard—fingers sinking deep, spreading cheeks to feel the weight.
"You like it, Alex?" she asked, biting my nipple sharp—teeth tugging just enough to sting sweet.
"Ahhh... yes, girl... I like it," I groaned, slapping her ass hard—crack echoing soft in the roomette, making it jiggle wild, ripples going long.
"You didn't put it in my ass yet, Alex..." she moaned while I groped her cheeks rough, spreading them wide—so thick and juicy, warm skin overflowing my hands.
"You both planning to milk me dry—and the trip hasn't even started, huh?" I said, voice rough.
They both giggled—cute but filthy—and kissed me everywhere: cheeks, neck, chest, sexy hot wet kisses, tongues licking slow, marking my skin like they were claiming me to be their daddy, their man.
"Ahh... I'm gonna get hard again if you keep doing that, girls..." I warned, squeezing Gloria's tit hard—full and firm, nipple rolling under my thumb.
"Great—that's our plan," Gloria said, once innocent girl turning slutty by the second, eyes sparkling as she licked my ear again.
Hearing these horny things from these thick slutty girls—my dick was getting revived again, even after all the action it had tonight. It still wanted more. Fuck, at this rate I was gonna die before even reaching the beach.
They were both worshipping my body—licking everywhere, soft tongues on my neck, chest, nipples, giggling low as they tasted the sweat and cum on my skin, hands roaming my thighs, teasing close to my half-hard dick still inside Brittany.
Suddenly—a knock came on our door.
SHIT.
"Who is it?" Gloria said shockingly, body tensing, eyes wide.
"Shit, it must be my mom," Brittany whispered, freezing on top of me.
I thought it might be Tiffany too—she could be checking on the girls.
"Brittany... if your mom finds us like this and tells my mom... it would be over for me," Gloria said panicking, voice shaky, trying to pull away subtle but my hands on her hips kept her close.
But I knew—even if it was Tiffany, she'd be mad at first, maybe yell, but then she'd join us. I was kinda chill, but still alarmed—what if it was Lily or someone else?
My dick—that got hard again—was still inside Brittany's warm pussy, room filled with sex smell, bodies tangled naked.
"Hey, I shouldn't speak first," I whispered low. "Brittany, you go ask who it is—don't open the door yet."
She understood—pulled my dick out slow (wet pop making us all shiver), thick body jiggling as she stood, cum leaking down her thighs shiny.
She walked to the door naked—boobs bouncing heavy, ass swaying, glancing back at us nervous but hot.
"Who is it?" she asked close to the door, voice trying to sound normal.
"Hello, ma'am—I need to check your tickets," a woman's voice came from the other side—calm, professional.
"It must be the conductor checking tickets," I whispered low so only Brittany and Gloria could hear.
Gloria was closer to me now—her hot body radiating heat against my side. I started squeezing her thick ass again—fingers digging deep, spreading cheeks subtle.
She looked at me lusty—biting her lip, pushing back into my hand, forgetting the knock for a second.
We weren't caring anymore—the idea of someone outside while we were naked and tangled inside was making us hornier, risk turning us on bad.
"Alex... stop that," Brittany whispered angry from the door, boobs jiggling as she turned a little. "Do you have the tickets on your phone?"
"You don't have?" I asked, leaning down to take one of Gloria's nipples in my mouth, sucking hard—wet pop as I latched on, tongue swirling the hard peak.
"Ahh..." Gloria moaned loud, body arching already healed from her climax, pushing her tit deeper into my mouth like she couldn't get enough.
"No, I don't—I didn't ask Lily for it," Brittany said, glancing back worried.
"Shit, I have it... but I didn't bring my phone with me," I said, stopping the bite—Gloria looked like she missed my mouth instant, pushing her boobs closer needy.
"Ma'am, I'm gonna need to see some tickets," the woman called again, polite but firm.
"Tell her your mom has it," I whispered, biting Gloria's lower lip now, her sweet innocent face melting into me again.
"Hello, ma'am—it's just me and my friend in here," Brittany said louder to the door, trying to buy time, voice a little too high, too quick.
Gloria moaned soft into my kiss—hand drifting down to my cock again, stroking slow and needy, like the risk only made her hotter.
The risk—the knock, the voice outside—only made us hotter.
Brittany glanced back—eyes dark, jealous but turned on.
"And my mom has the ticket," she added fast, glancing back at us panicked.
"Okay, miss—what's your mom's roomette number?" the conductor lady asked, voice calm but firm through the door.
"Fuck... even I don't know that," I whispered low, stopping mid-kiss with Gloria while my fingers slid into her pussy slow—curling deep, feeling her clench wet around them.
"Alex... can you for one time think without your dick head?" Brittany hissed low, angry a little, thick body jiggling as she shifted nervous at the door—boobs bouncing, cum still leaking down her thighs shiny.
I just smiled looking at her—calm, teasing—while Gloria reached up and bit my nipple hard, teeth sinking in sharp, tugging just enough to make me hiss low.
Brittany turned back to the door, still naked, body tense. "Ma'am, I don't know my mom's room number," she said polite but voice cracking a little, trying to sound innocent.
"Okay, miss—I need you to open the door," the conductor said firmly now, tone sharper, like she'd picked up the panic in Brittany's voice and figured something was off.
The conductor must've thought we were sneaking on train without tickets or something—not knowing the panic was from three naked people tangled in cum and sweat, fucking like animals while she stood outside.
Gloria kept biting my nipple—eyes locked on mine, naughty and bold now, hand stroking my cock slow under the sheet we'd pulled quick.
Fuck—all this tension and Gloria was getting more horny, making my dick harder with every naughty bite on my nipple, eyes locked on mine bold now, hand stroking slow and firm under the sheet.
She was such a perfect slut—her friend fighting for her life at the door not to let the lady conductor know we were in here fucking like animals, and here Gloria was trying to get my dick in her holes again, grinding subtle, moaning soft into my skin.
"Miss, if you are not opening the door, I will have to call security," the lady conductor said outside, voice firmer now, knock turning insistent.
We all froze for a second—bodies tense, hearts pounding. We couldn't let the whole damn train know we were tangled in here together at night—naked, sweaty, cum everywhere, fucking like animals.
"I'm opening the door, ma'am," Brittany said with fear in her voice, trying to sound normal, but it came out a little too high, too rushed. "Just a minute, please..."
She looked back at me—eyes wide, panicked but pleading, asking silent "what should I do now?"
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Brittany was looking at me—what should she do? She had already said she'd open the door in a minute. We were all naked here, cum and sweat everywhere, clothes scattered. We had to cover up fast.
I wasn't scared the least—that was a woman outside, not a man conductor. I could make her my bitch the instant she walked in, fuck her on all fours right in front of Gloria and Brittany, but I didn't want to make it more messy than it already was.
"Calm down, Brittany," I whispered quick. "Let's wear whatever clothes we can find first."
Gloria grabbed her short vest and panty fast—trying to pull the vest over her thick boobs, nipples still fully erect poking hard through the thin fabric, making it uncomfortable and tight. The panty struggled over her juicy ass—cheeks jiggling as she tugged it up, wedging deep between them.
Brittany found her top and shorts—sliding the top over her plump tits quick, nipples poking obvious, then yanking the shorts up her thick thighs and ass, fabric hugging every curve, cum still leaking subtle down her leg.
I found my shirt and shorts thrown across the room—pulled the shirt on fast, but struggled with the shorts. My dick was fully erect, throbbing angry—it didn't want clothes, it wanted warm pussy.
Still I managed—tucking it in rough, the bulge longer than ever, obvious outline straining the front.
We hurriedly adjusted ourselves—Brittany had already told the conductor it was just her and her friend, no mention of me.
"Miss, what's taking so long?" the woman conductor called again, knocking a little harder this time, voice carrying that mix of patience and suspicion.
"Just coming, ma'am!" Brittany replied, voice pitched higher than normal, trying to sound casual but failing a bit.
She glanced back at me one last time—eyes wide, asking silent permission, face flushed from everything we'd been doing.
Me and Gloria were sitting on the bed now—apart enough to look innocent, backs against the wall. I had my hands folded over my lap, hiding the massive bulge in my shorts that refused to go down. I nodded quick—go ahead, open it, we're ready as we'll ever be.
Brittany took a breath, turned the lock slow, and opened the door just wide enough.
The woman entered—and fuck, my dick started throbbing harder the second I saw her.
Late 40s, tall and commanding, but so thick and wide in all the right ways—curves that screamed experience and sin. Nice face—sharp features softened by age, full lips, eyes that missed nothing. Hair pulled back tight in a ponytail, professional but sexy.
Her white shirt was practically begging to be ripped off—buttons straining over massive tits, deep cleavage spilling out the top, fabric pulled so tight the outline of her bra showed faint, nipples poking subtle through.
It seemed like she'd ditched the blazer that was part of her conductor uniform, leaving the shirt alone to barely contain her curves.
The way she walked in—confident stride, wide child-bearing hips swaying in those tight navy pants, material hugging every inch, thighs thick and powerful.
When she entered, I could only see front and side first, but even without the back view, I knew that ass was legendary, built to bounce and take punishment.
She looked at me as soon as she stepped in—after quick glances at Brittany and Gloria. Her eyes narrowed subtle, scanning the room—the rumpled sheets twisted messy, flushed faces still glowing with sweat, heavy air thick with the unmistakable smell of sex hanging like fog.
She could instantly tell something had been happening here—something filthy. The way our clothes were half-on, hurried and crooked, the wet spots on the bunk, the way we sat too close, too breathless.
"Well, well, well... what have we got here?" she said in a playful manner, like she'd caught kids red-handed, but her voice had that knowing edge, lips curving into a smirk.
She looked around us slow—what we'd been doing was clear as day. Then her eyes dropped to my lap—where my hands were "casually" hiding my boner. She could tell—seemed experienced enough to spot a hard dick trying to hide from a mile away.
"Miss, you said it's just you and your friend in here," she said, looking straight at me now, eyebrow raised. "Then who's this young guy?"
I knew she'd bring that up.
"Ma'am, we're all friends—going to the beach on the same trip," Brittany said quick, trying to sound cute and innocent, but her body still aroused—nipples poking hard through her top, thighs pressed together like she was holding back wetness. "We were just... hanging out."
"Not a good time to 'hang out,' huh?" she said, eyes back on me, smiling slow—clearly knowing we'd been fucking, the room reeking of it.
"I would need to inform your mom—you all were having a late-night 'snack' in here," she said to Brittany, tone teasing but firm.
"No, no, ma'am—that wouldn't be necessary," Brittany pleaded, looking cute and desperate. "Could you overlook this one time, please?"
"Yeah... we were just playing cards," Gloria added, voice soft but shaky, in her sexy vest that wasn't even properly on—straps slipped low, boobs almost spilling out fully, nipples hard and red from my biting earlier.
"Wow," the conductor said, looking straight at me, smirk deepening. "Young guys playing cards this late at night?"
"Yeah," I said cool, shifting a little—the bulge slipping more obvious from the side now, impossible to hide fully. "We weren't feeling sleepy... so we thought we'd do something to pass the time."
She crossed her arms—pushing her massive tits up higher, buttons straining more. "But you all can't show your tickets... and you don't want me to tell your mom. What should I do then?"
"I could maybe go to my room and get my phone to show you tickets," I said casual, testing.
"Yeah, you could do that," she replied, eyes flicking to my bulge again, playing now. "But I'll have to come with you—so you don't run off."
She wasn't letting this go—enjoying the power, the tease.
And I couldn't let Lily know I was devouring Gloria and Brittany when she was probably eating dinner alone, waiting for me.
I was just thinking these things when she realized I didn't like the idea. "Not a good idea, right?" she said, smirk widening.
This slutty woman was getting on my nerves—but I couldn't make her mad, not yet. So I had to play along smart. And I knew exactly what I had to do next: make her forget everything besides my dick—turn the tables, flip the power so she was the one desperate.
"Yeah... that's not a good idea," I said calm, standing up slow from the bed—deliberate, letting my body come into full view, shorts tight and low.
My dick came front and center—no hiding now. The bulge fully revealed, long and thick outline straining hard against the thin fabric, head flaring obvious, tenting it like it was about to rip free.
Her eyes dropped instant—locked on it, mouth parting slight in surprise, breath catching as she stared fixed, unable to look away.
When I was sitting hiding it with my hands, she knew I was hard—but she didn't know I was this big, this thick, the kind that made women rethink everything.
I made sure she saw who she was really talking to—shifting my weight subtle, hips forward a little so the movement made it twitch hard, fabric stretching more, outline jumping like it had a mind of its own.
She stared longer—shock hitting first, eyes widening, then amusement curving her lips, heat building fast in her gaze, cheeks flushing faint under the professional mask.
That was my plan exact: flip the power slow, remind her what a real man looked like—thick, ready, dominant. I wasn't letting this woman dominate me over some trivial ticket matter, make me beg or run.
Brittany and Gloria looked at me—eyes wide huge, faces that mix of "what the fuck are you doing?" and real worry she'd get mad, call security, ruin everything.
But she didn't.
She just kept staring—tongue wetting her lower lip quick, thighs pressing together tight under the navy pants, nipples hardening more through her white shirt, poking obvious now.
I moved closer to her—slow, deliberate, looking straight in her eyes, my dick inches from touching her body through the shorts, bulge throbbing hard.
"Ma'am... we could let this matter slide, what do you think?" I said low, voice teasing, stepping even closer so she could feel the heat.
She looked up at me—eyes flicking down again, unable to look away from my bulge for long. "Umm... yeah... I think we could let this go," she said, voice softer now, not that confident anymore. I could see it—her professional mask cracking, breath quicker.
But I wasn't letting this slide easy. I wanted her body—my dick wanted it bad. The way her thick body looked—wide hips straining the pants, thick thighs rubbing, massive tits heaving with every breath—damn, I wanted to grab her, squeeze every curve, make her forget everything.
"What do you suggest we should do?" I asked, teasing more, moving closer until my bulge almost brushed her thigh. "I feel bad we couldn't show tickets..."
"Yeah... I could just fine you maybe a little," she said, confused what to feel with my dick this close—eyes dropping again, voice shaky. I knew she wanted to touch it—hand twitching subtle at her side.
Brittany and Gloria watched—eyes locked on us, confused but enjoying the view, getting turned on themselves again, thighs pressing together, biting lips.
"Yeah, sure," I said cool. "I could pay a fine for this... indecent behavior."
"You'll have to come with me to pay the fine," she said finally, getting courage back, eyes dark now—needs winning over duty.
"You'll have to come with me to pay the fine," she said finally, courage building back, eyes dark now—needs winning over duty, professional mask slipping as she glanced at my bulge one more time.
"Yeah, sure... I'll come with you," I said slow, letting the words hang heavy, telling her fully well what I meant—my dick throbbing obvious, promising more than just tickets.
She turned to lead the way—and my god, smash.
Her ass was thicker than Tiffany's—wide, heavy cheeks jiggling with every step in those tight navy pants, fabric stretching shiny over the curves, hips swaying hypnotic like they were built to be grabbed and ruined.
I wanted to slap it filthy right there—make it red, shove my dick deep in her asshole in this train, not letting her do her duty, make her forget her uniform and clipboard.
While going out the door, she kept glancing back at my dick—quick looks, trying to hide it but failing, knowing fully what she was walking into, thighs rubbing together subtle.
I turned to Brittany and Gloria sitting together on the bed—thick thighs pressed close, looking at us with wide eyes, turned on but a little worried.
"I'll meet you in the morning now, girls," I said calm. "I'll go to my room after paying the fine."
The lady conductor called back from the corridor—"Yeah, now you girls should go to sleep. Don't let me see your lights on."
"Yes, ma'am," they both said quick, cute and obedient, starting to prepare the bed—pulling sheets straight, cleaning the mess subtle, giggling nervous once the door clicked.
I wasn't going to sleep—not yet anyway. I had to devour this thick ass I'd just dominated, make her scream quiet in some corner of the train.
"Lead the way, ma'am," I said low, coz I wanted to stare at her thick ass the whole walk, let my hard dick know what it was getting tonight—it thrived for big MILF asses like this.
She led me forward—train swaying gentle, closing Brittany and Gloria's door behind us.
"You all going on a trip?" she asked casual, trying to keep professional, glancing back again.
"Yeah, it's a trip for the residents where I live," I said, eyes on her ass as she walked in front of me—cheeks bouncing soft with every step, pants hugging so tight I could see the panty line. "My first time."
There were some people in other cars—busy in their lives, some guy wandering hallway looking for toilet, some eating in the common area—but my focus was just her ass, wide and juicy, leading me deeper into the train.
Soon we passed the toilet where I met Lan and Brittany earlier.
Then in a quiet hallway, a door opened—and out stepped Lan, the thick Vietnamese wife, the one who'd seen my half-hard bulge earlier.
She saw us coming—me behind the conductor—and her eyes dropped instant to my shorts. The bulge was even bigger now—fully hard, straining long and thick.
I didn't realize—or maybe I just didn't care—but it looked really weird, I think: a sexy conductor walking in front of me, uniform tight and professional, and behind her a guy in just shorts with his dick fully erect, bulging obvious like it was trying to escape.
Lan was standing in her doorway—nightdress loose but hugging her thick curves, hair down now, looking sleepy but wide awake when she saw us.
She kept looking at my bulge—not able to believe what she was seeing. Of course not—when in the world would she see a dick this big, this hard? Not from her husband anyway.
"Hey, Lan—you can't sleep?" I asked casual when we got closer to her door, slowing a little.