Encounter on a Train- by JB57

Hello! I accidentally created this board several years ago and have never used it. However, given the recent disappearance of the XP board, I thought it might be prudent to start archiving and posting my stories on this site, just to make it easier for people to find my work. So, I'm re-posting my most recent story that was up on the XP site, just as an experiment. I have not gone to the trouble of separating each paragraph, and I may not with the stories posted here - that would take forever! I don't think this detracts too much from the readability of the story.

I fully intend to keep posting on the regular site first in the future.

JB57

Encounter on a Train, Part I

Lori rolled her shoulders to ease the pressure of her backpack as she navigated her way through the crowd at the train station. The young woman hurried through the doors leading to the departure platform. She was cutting it close, and she knew that the trains in Europe tended to run on time.
Lori was on her eighth week of her European tour. She had been dreaming of this adventure ever since she had graduated from university in 1993, but it had taken her another two years to earn the funds to make the trip possible. Now, finally, she was here, in Reims, France, about to catch a non-stop train to Gstaad in Switzerland. It was a long trip, more than eight hours, but she was looking forward to seeing the French and Swiss countryside as the train wound its way through the Alps.
Lori was a beautiful young woman. She was tall and voluptuous, her thick, amazingly firm EE breasts, her narrow waist and muscular hips, and her dancer’s legs more than enough to turn heads wherever she went. She had shoulder-length chestnut hair and bright green eyes. She appeared reserved, even studious, but she had a wild side that did not take much to come out and take over, under the right circumstances. She had already had a number of sexual encounters during her time here in Europe and she fully intended to indulge herself whenever the opportunity arose. After all, she was young, beautiful and free. Who knew how often in her life she would have the chance to just cut loose?
She was dressed for travel. She wore a light blue jacket and tight blue jeans. Her yellow t-shirt stretched taut across her heavy, perfectly-shaped breasts and extended about halfway down her abdomen, offering a tantalizing display of tanned, toned belly and a narrow navel between the hem of her shirt and the waistband of her jeans. She was not wearing a bra -she certainly did not need it - but her coat provided a bit of protection for her modesty.
Lori boarded a carriage near the front of the train and made her way down the corridor, looking for her seat. She had decided to splurge and pay for first class. She found her cabin, A4. She opened the door to the cabin and was startled by what she saw. A man and woman were already inside the booth. They were kissing passionately when Lori entered. She knew that she saw a bit of tongue from both, so it had been a serious make-out session. The couple broke apart. They were seated by the window, on opposite benches, facing each other. The man settled onto his seat. The woman sat back on her bench and smiled charmingly at Lori. Neither of them seemed the least embarrassed at having been caught in a moment of intimacy.
The man was handsome but strangely impassive. His age could have been anywhere in his 30s or 40s. His dark brown hair was well cut but very short, almost severe. He looked tall and well-muscled. He was wearing a formal suit and tie. He was also wearing mirrored sun glasses, a strange affectation for the inside of the train. He sat ramrod straight. His overall appearance gave Lori the sense he might be, or have had a history in, the military.
The woman was beautiful and she had a very impressive rack -easily a EE too, to match Lori’s pair. Those were the first two things Lori immediately noted. The woman was blonde and blue-eyed. She looked like she was in her late 20s or early 30s, not much older than Lori, but she had an air of sophistication that suggested someone more worldly- though, maybe, that was just her clothes. She was dressed in a subtly provocative manner, in a tight white blouse with a plunging neckline that revealed considerable cleavage and strained against the heavy load she was carrying on her chest. The blouse did not have buttons; it appeared to be tucked into her skirt. She was braless. She was wearing a black mini-skirt and expensive red pumps. Her hair was nicely styled in a shoulder-length cut. She had a pearl necklace around her throat and a few rings on her fingers. Her blue eyes sparkled and she smiled teasingly at Lori, apparently amused by having been caught giving her amour a French kiss.
Lori nodded pleasantly at the woman and the man. “Hello,” she said. Then, “Bonjour.”
The man nodded back but remained silent. The woman smiled wider. “Hello, my dear.”
Lori settled on the same bench as the blonde woman, just beside the door. She placed her knapsack on the edge of the seat, took out a water bottle from a side pocket and placed it on the seat beside her. She pulled out a novel that she was working through and stood up to place her knapsack on the overhead luggage rack. She saw that the couple had already deposited two small bags there.
Lori had a strange sense of something odd about the couple sharing her cabin and about her reaction to them. She was picking up on a feeling that she could not quite place. She hoped that someone else would come in and break the slowly building tension. The couple were completely silent, the man staring ahead. His shades made it impossible to see if his eyes were open, but he appeared to be admiring the blonde woman, presumably his wife, girlfriend or mistress.
The woman appeared completely relaxed. She was staring out the window most of the time but also turned her head from time to time to smile at the man and glance at Lori. Her gaze was contemplative, as though she was weighing whether to ask the young woman something. Lori also felt the blonde was silently communicating something about her to the man.
Lori suddenly realized that what she was feeling was intense and growing sexual arousal. Somehow, the woman sitting near to her was sending out sexual signals and Lori was picking them up and she was getting extremely turned on. Lori felt a secret thrill and she realized that her pussy was getting damp and hot. She was bisexual and had enjoyed sex with women in the past, but she had never responded so strongly or quickly to just the presence of another woman.
As the train started moving, Lori realized no other passengers were joining them in the cabin. She would be in this car with this couple for the whole distance to Gstaad, more than eight hours away. She pushed the anxiety aside. She was generally good at getting conversations going and she was sure she could get something started with the couple. The woman kept glancing at her. The blonde probably wanted to talk too.
A few minutes after the train departed, there was a knock at the cabin door and the conductor stepped in. He asked for tickets. Lori hastily presented her ticket and got it punched. The man handed over his ticket and received the punch. The blonde woman fished her ticket out of the small purse she had on the bench beside her. She slid down the bench seat towards the door, leaned across Lori, and presented the ticket to the conductor. As she was doing so, she placed her hand firmly on the brunette’s upper inner thigh and squeezed. It was such an intimate move, touching Lori in such a private place, that the young woman did not know how to respond. She almost gasped as her sexual arousal spiked but managed to keep it in.
The conductor punched the blonde woman’s ticket then left, firmly sliding the door shut. Lori’s head was spinning.
The blonde woman removed her hand from Lori’s thigh but she did not move back. Instead, she held out her hand, a bright smile on her beautiful face.
“Hello! I think we should introduce ourselves, since we will be on this train for about 8 hours together. My name is Esme.” The woman spoke with a slight French accent. She took Lori’s hand and shook it firmly. Lori squeezed back, trying to ignore the electricity that she felt running through her nipples and her pussy at the skin to skin contact.
“Hi! I’m Lori,” she replied. She was still trying to sort out the significance of the woman touching her thigh. Part of her tried to make the excuse that it had been an inadvertent act, but she knew it was not. The woman was making a pass at her.
“Pleased to meet you, Lori,” Esme smiled. Her blue eyes were bright and hot. A shiver went down Lori’s spine as she met the woman’s gaze. “This is my husband, Ranier.” Esme gestured at the handsome man across the aisle. The man said nothing but nodded firmly. His expression seemed blank and his eyes remained shielded behind his mirrored shades.
Esme did not let go of Lori’s hand. To Lori’s shock, then thrill, the blonde raised Lori’s hand to her mouth and kissed, then licked the brunette’s fingers. Lori felt a small explosion of heat go off inside her cunt.
“You’re very beautiful, Lori,” the French woman smiled. “I’d like to get to know you better.” She took Lori’s hand and teased out the young woman’s index finger. Esme pulled Lori’s hand to the blonde woman’s blouse and dragged Lori’s finger down her chest, using the finger to open the blouse’s neckline even more, opening the shirt down to her navel. The blonde’s big, thick tits weighed heavily on the cloth, pushing it wider and revealing more of the perfect, rounded orbs. Lori grunted as a thrill of desire pulsed through her body. Her eyes were fixed on Esme’s beautiful rack. She imagined what it would be like to take those big, meaty glands into her mouth, to lick and suck them, to bite them, to tongue the nipples…
“I think you’ll like what’s here, too,” Esme whispered. She took Lori’s hand and pushed it into the gap between her thighs, under her short dress. Lori groaned as she felt the thin cloth of the woman’s panties and, through the silken material, the fat-lipped cleft of the woman’s cunt.
Esme’s shirt had somehow fallen completely open and was pushed back from her shoulders, leaving her massive tits to spill out. The blonde woman pushed forward, shoving her heavy rack firmly onto Lori’s tits, compressing both sets of glands, sending a pulse of pure pleasure shivering through the women. Even through her t-shirt, Lori felt Esme’s thick, hard nipple shafts and felt a burst of electricity course down her spine as the woman’s tit bullets rubbed into her own rock-hard nipples. Lori opened her mouth to groan, to gasp, and Esme’s mouth closed on hers. The women were suddenly sealed together, their tongues pushing and sliding, twisting and licking, sharing spit and heat. Both women opened their mouths wide, to take in as much of the other beautiful woman as they could, a mutual ravenous hunger filling them to the brim.
“Oh God,” Lori thought to herself as every erogenous zone in her body set on fire. She had never had totally random sex with anyone before, she had never so quickly become consumed with lust for a stranger, but what this blonde bitch was doing to her was driving her crazy. She had to have the woman and she intended to do just that. Frantically, she shrugged off her coat.
As they kissed, Lori felt Esme’s hand going up her belly, inside of her t-shirt, pushing it higher on her body, baring her belly more and reaching under to grip and fondle Lori’s massive tit. The blonde squeezed and kneaded the firm, yielding flesh and she moaned deep in her throat, her tongue still wrestling with Lori’s tongue, as her hands explored the young tourist’s delicious, meaty rack. The women broke their passionate kiss long enough for Lori to raise her arms, giving Esme the opportunity to lift her t-shirt directly up and over her head, leaving Lori topless.
Esme threw her blouse to the floor and pushed Lori onto her back on the bench seat. Esme unclipped her skirt and tossed it aside, then climbed on top of Lori, holding the brunette down by her shoulder with one hand as her other hand greedily fondled and kneaded the woman’s juicy, perfect tit. Lori pulled at Esme’s panties, stripping them down her hips, revealing her thick blonde bush and the deep, tight fuck slit underneath. Lori slipped her finger onto Esme’s cunt, gently stroking the cleft, sending a thrill of joy pulsating through the blonde woman. Esme threw back her head and let out a strangled groan. Lori used the opportunity to sit up, take the blonde’s huge, heavy tit in her mouth, and lick and suck ravenously, her teeth gently scoring the sensitive nipple, just as she had longed to do. Esme cried out again, her eyes shut in bliss as the pleasure arced through her body. She buried her hands in Lori’s thick, brown hair and pulled Lori’s face more deeply into her tit.
Esme pushed Lori onto her back on the bench again and lowered her face to the brunette’s magnificent tits. She sucked the huge, succulent glands hungrily, then licked and kissed at the woman’s breast bone, at the space between her pendulous breasts. Esme worked her way down Lori’s belly, licking and biting at the sculpted abdominal muscles, tracing the brunette’s muscular, curving hips with her hands . She removed Lori’s sneakers then sat up and began to pull the brunette’s jeans down her hips and her legs, hooking the young woman’s panties, using her pinky finger to comb through Lori’s thick brown bush and tease the slick slit of her cunt. Lori let out a tortured moan and held her legs straight as Esme stripped her pants and panties down her legs, leaving her completely nude. The French woman pulled off her red pumps and threw them to the floor. She pulled off her panties and tossed them aside.
The naked women threw themselves into each other’s arms, their tight, muscular bellies slapping together, taut flesh molding. Esme’s tits were just slightly below Lori’s tits and she arched her back to push the brunette’s heavy glands higher on her chest. The women’s thick bushes brushed and stroked, blonde pubic hair to brown. Esme and Lori moaned in lust and rolled their hips back and forth, rubbing the thick bushes, letting them catch and tangle. Esme pushed Lori down yet again. The women fell onto the bench, tit to tit, their equally massive, dense glands crushing tight and compressing, thick meaty pads cushioning the impact but burning with delicious sensations as they mashed and rolled, flesh massaging flesh. Their mouths snapped tight and they kissed deeply, passionately, ferociously, their shared lust growing out of control. Lori and Esme panted, gasped and moaned as their desire grew to a raging fire. Their arms wrapped around naked torsos and waists and squeezed.
Ranier watched everything impassively, his eyes never leaving the scene playing out in front of him. The man seemed unaffected but the growing bulge under his black pants told a different story.
Lori and Esme wrestled and wriggled on the bench, their naked, voluptuous bodies writhing head to toe, their tongues working furiously inside their mouths. Lori pulled Esme’s head back by the hair and looked into the French woman’s blue eyes. Esme seemed almost savage in her lust and Lori’s desire spiked even higher. She wanted to possess this bitch, she wanted to lick and suck and bite every inch of this blonde whore’s luscious body!
“I want to eat you,” Lori whispered at the blonde. Esme smiled delightedly. She got off of Lori and sat on the bench, apparently assuming that Lori would get on her knees on the floor to gain easiest access to her pudendum. Instead, Lori raised herself up and then lay down on her stomach on the bench, burying her face between Esme’s spread legs from the side.
The blonde moaned and gasped. Her huge tits bounced and jolted deliciously as she cried out in pleasure as Lori’s tongue probed deep into her succulent twat. Esme pushed Lori’s head more deeply into her steaming, dripping womanhood. The back of her free hand pressed against her mouth, trying to keep from screaming. She moaned tortuously, desperately thrashing as the pleasure from between her legs grew exponentially. Lori sucked mercilessly, teasingly, at the blonde woman’s swollen clit, torturing the exquisitely sensitive organ with erotic sensations.
Esme cried out as she orgasmed powerfully, her hips twisting in the seat. Her pussy ejaculated lightly, dampening the vinyl cushion.
“Aaaaaahhhhh!!”
Lori lapped up what she could of the discharge and smiled triumphantly into the blonde’s lap. She had a sense of victory. Making this blonde beauty cum, and cum so hard that she gushed, was somehow a feather in her cap.
“Oh, you little bitch,” Esme moaned. Lori looked up at her with a smug grin on her face. Esme grabbed Lori by the hair and pulled her up.
“Now, I’m going to make you cum, little whore,” the blonde snarled.
Lori was a bit surprised by the woman’s tone, but she understood that this was the aggressive game they were playing. It sent a thrill down her spine.
“Cunt!” Lori managed, before Esme slammed her mouth onto Lori’s mouth and locked the brunette into passionate, angry kiss. Lori kissed back as hard as she could. The women pulled each other’s hair. They were breast to breast, belly to belly, as they struggled for a moment. Esme pushed Lori along the bench, until her back was pressing into the window.
The blonde broke the kiss, then smiled lustfully. She turned Lori around, so the tourist was facing the window, her ass and back to Esme. As Lori pressed her hands against the glass, Esme skilfully drove three, then four fingers deep into her exposed pussy. Lori moaned in pleasure as the blonde’s fingers penetrated and caressed her deep core. She shuddered, suddenly boiling with erotic sensations.
Lori turned so that she faced into the back of the bench. She placed one bare foot on the floor, her knee on the bench, and arched her back, her huge tits hanging down over the seat. Esme climbed on her from behind, the blonde placing her ass on top of Lori’s ass, one foot on the floor, the other on the other side of Lori’s body. Esme’s hand caressed Lori’s ass. Her thumb slipped into the brunette’s asshole, her remaining fingers resumed their penetration of Lori’s cunt. Lori cried out.
Esme pumped Lori’s cunt furiously, her hand moving in and out of the brunette’s tight twat, the wet, sucking sound of hot pussy being worked over filling the cabin. Lori lowered her head, gripped the window sill, and groaned tortuously. Esme stroked her clit expertly. Her thumb moved inside of Lori’s ass, stimulating the sensitive rim of her anus.
“Oh God!!” Lori cried out. With an agonizing moan, she came hard, her pussy squeezing out a thick dollop of cum, which Esme caught in the cup of her hand. Her body going stiff with the surge of pleasure, Lori gripped the seat and the head rest hard and let the orgasmic wave rush through her.
Gasping, panting, Lori turned around to face the other woman. Smiling, Esme licked up the cum in her hand, then threw herself onto Lori’s body. The young tourist met her eagerly. Their lush bodies slapped together, thick, equally huge tits crushing and mashing, hard nipples stabbing, hot bellies slapping. The women’s mouths locked in magnetic lust. Lori and Esme slopped the brunette’s cum back and forth in their mouths, their tongues tangling and stroking. The women pulled each other’s hair passionately. They teetered back and forth in the center of the bench until Lori surged forward and Esme let herself be pushed onto her back.
Esme and Lori broke the kiss to stare at each other nose to nose, eye to eye. Esme spread her legs wide, offering her juicy pussy to the brunette. She gripped Lori’s muscular ass tightly and pulled her in. Lori groaned in lust. Her pussy was on fire, her clit was throbbing with need. Their thick pubic hair crunched and curled, knotted and twined as their slick fuck slits caressed. The women cried out in shared pleasure as their hot genitals stroked and kissed. Lori felt her quivering clit slide through Esme’s vaginal cleft and grind head to head with the blonde’s hard clit. The women screamed in shared pleasure with the delicious contact.
Lori and Esme’s mouths locked tight, their tongues stroked and tangled in parallel to the hot, hard tongues licking and fencing between their legs. The pleasure built like a tidal wave, growing more and more powerful, filling their cunts, flowing through their bodies. Lori felt electrical heat radiating up her spine as the tension in her body grew unbearable, as she felt herself hit the point of no return. Esme was flexing her ass and moving her hips, keeping their distended clits glued together as they rode each other to the end.
Lori and Esme went stiff in each other’s arms as the pleasure and tension finally became too much. Crying out, moaning in joy, the women held each other tightly, their bodies writhing and grinding, as their cunts shared hot ejaculate, as their toes curled and the waves of orgasmic ecstasy raced through their jerking bodies.
“God, fucking God,” Lori moaned, her eyes shut tight, her teeth clenched as two, three orgasms rippled through her body. She had never cum this hard before in her life!
“Yes, oh yes, yes, yes,” Esme groaned. Her fingers were sunk deep into Lori’s ass as she bucked slow and hard, riding the waves of pleasure roaring from her twat to saturate her body. It was delicious!
The women lay together on the bench, stretched out, Lori on top of Esme, their huge tits pressed tight, their bellies hot and sealed against each other. Their legs twined, their thick bushes were tangled and knotted. Sweat dotted their silken flesh. They rested cheek to cheek, panting hard, basking in the afterglow of their intense orgasms.
Lori felt her genitals burning, her tits aching with pleasure. She knew she could keep on going. She hoped that the blonde woman wanted more. Maybe she would want her husband to get involved. So far, Ranier had watched, apparently very avidly, judging from the bulge in his pants, but he had said and done nothing. But Lori could feel the intensity of his gaze, even with his eyes obscured. She fondled and squeezed Esme’s big tit and lowered her head to lick and suck at the hard nipple. The blonde moaned and shifted against her, enjoying the delicious contact.
Esme sat up on the bench seat, forcing Lori to do the same. The naked women regarded each other, their eyes washing over the other’s glistening, beautiful body. Esme smiled and reached out, running a finger along Lori’s breast bone, tracing her belly down to her navel.
“That was very, very good, my dear,” Esme breathed. “But what I really like is a little…different. Are you interested?”
“What do you have in mind?” Lori almost added “bitch” but decided it might not be appropriate – at least, not yet.
“Do you know what ‘sexfighting’ is?” Esme asked, her blue eyes shining.
“I think I know. It’s ‘fuckfighting’, right? Two women fuck each other until one makes the other cum.”
“Good, you do know. Yes, that’s right, except there is no need to stop with just one orgasm. In a really competitive bout of sexfighting, the competitors go on until one of them can’t go on any longer and surrenders, or just passes out.”
Esme gestured to Ranier. “My husband loves watching me sexfight other women. I love doing it, too. I guarantee you, the sex is positively explosive. It makes what you and I just did to each other feel like a light summer rain compared to a hurricane.”
The blonde woman’s smile turned hungry, even ravenous. Lori felt her body quiver, her loins grow hot and tight. Her breasts seemed to swell up and her nipples became so hard they began to throb.
“There are more than seven hours until we get to Gstaad. In that time, you and I could do… a great deal to each other. There is time for many, many rounds of fucking, many, many, many orgasms. Of course, you probably cannot last the whole distance, but I can promise you will enjoy it like nothing you’ve had before. You will pass out from pure pleasure.”
“Or you will pass out,” Lori shot back.
The French woman’s eyes glinted mischievously. She knew that she had Lori, that the young tourist was not going to back down. She licked her lips in anticipation. “I have been fuckfighting other women for many years, Lori,” the blonde purred. “I have not been outfucked yet. I always leave my competitors passed out and exhausted in a pool of their own cum. But I applaud your bravado. Does that mean you are agreed to a little contest with me? All the way to Gstaad?”
“Maybe. What’s in it for me? And will your husband be taking part?”
“No, Ranier likes to watch, but he does not take part. He and I use the memories later to pursue our own games. As for what is in it for you… I assume you mean besides the pleasure of getting your brains fucked out?”
“Yes, besides that,” Lori said drily.
Esme smiled. “That should be enough, but I will sweeten the pot. Every time you can beat me and make me cum before you, I shall pay you two hundred Swiss francs. Ranier will keep score. A tie will be a hundred francs.”
The blonde arched her sculpted eyebrow. “Does that meet your approval?”
Lori thought about it for a moment. If this woman was as good at competitive sex as she claimed, there was a chance that Lori would finish this train ride no richer then when she started. On the other hand, what she and the blonde beauty had just done to each other had been the best, most intense sex of Lori’s life. And the bitch was promising that fuckfighting her would make what they had just done feel like a walk in the park. Lori was too horny. The idea of passing up that kind of sex made no sense.
“Fuck it, let’s do it.”
Esme smiled wider, then settled back on the seat, gripped the top of the bench with one hand and braced her body with her other hand on the cushion. She spread her muscular legs wide, in challenge. Lori looked down into the woman’s gorgeous, dripping, powerful-looking cunt. Already, Esme’s clit was swelling up, twitching with sexual tension. Lori gulped, but she felt her own clit growing harder, stronger, rising to meet the threat.
“Let’s get started, you little slut,” Esme murmured. “Round one.”
Lori spread her legs, and slipped her ass down the seat, which was already slick with their shared secretions. She scissored with Esme, right leg over left, and carefully closed the distance between their aching twats. Slowly, slowly, she pressed her juicy, thick-lipped pussy into Esme’s steaming genitals. Their blonde and brown pubic bushes crunched tight.
The women gasped in unison as their hot cunt lips kissed and sucked, sending shockwaves of pleasure through their beautiful bodies. Their big tits quivered. Their eyes locked. They smiled at each other, two savage predators ready to fight.
“Let’s fuck, bitch,” Lori grunted.
To be continued:

Encounter on a Train, Part II

Esme and Lori braced themselves and pushed hard with their hips. Their fat-lipped cunts squashed wetly, sealing and fusing even tighter. Their swollen, twitching clits touched and stroked, head to head, the hard nubs pressing tight. Pure pleasure radiated through the women. Their pussies gushed with lubrication as the incredible sensations pulsed, their quivering clits holding each other at bay as they met in intimate struggle.
Lori and Esme threw back their heads and moaned in unison, the excruciating pleasure almost more than they could bear.
“Oh Jesus Fucking Christ!” Lori gasped. She could not believe how good the contact felt. She felt a powerful orgasm already building in her core. She fought it back down with difficulty.
“Aaaaaahhhhh, yes, yes,” Esme moaned. She smiled, her eyes closed, basking in the delicious sensations coursing up through her body, emanating from her rock-hard clit. She knew that she would eventually fuck Lori into a coma but, for now, she intended to enjoy the young woman’s luscious body as much as she could, starting with the brunette’s wonderful clit.
“Look at me, you little bitch,” Esme rasped. Lori glared, her green eyes shining with feverish lust and increasing antagonism.
Eyes locked, green to blue, the women moved their hips in microscopic rotations, grinding their swollen clits head to head, torturing each other with pure ecstasy as waves of electricity pulsed from their locked clits to suffuse their beautiful bodies. Their nipples grew harder and harder, their big tits jiggled enthusiastically. They pushed forcefully, sealing their cunts all the way, slit slotted to slit, their warring clits trapped within the tight, muscular arena formed by their battling twats. Esme squeezed with her Kegel muscles, sucking hard, pulling and sealing Lori’s genitals to her own in an unbreakable grip. Lori gasped, the sensations of merging with the blonde almost overwhelming. She squeezed and sucked back as hard as she could, and was gratified to see Esme throw back her head and moan in joy as their steaming genitals struggled.
Lori felt like she was being eaten alive, in the most pleasurable way imaginable. But she also felt like she was devouring Esme, that she was consuming and being consumed at the same time. It was like her genitals were expanding, filling her entire body, every nerve feeding into the tight pattern of deliciously sensitive nerves forming her vaginal ring, burning like fire. Heat and tension flowed up from those burning nerves and radiated through her muscles. Electricity rippled up her spine. The pleasure was exquisite. She willed herself to keep going, to somehow relax even as the tension built and built in every cell of her voluptuous body. Her tits, bouncing exuberantly on her chest, filled with heat. Her nipples grew wet and dripped with pre-cum, something that had rarely happened to her before.
After twenty minutes of constant, clit to clit grinding, pussy to pussy sucking, Lori didn’t know if she was in heaven or hell. She felt like she was going crazy with lust and pleasure. The tension wracking her body was maddening. It demanded release in the form of a mind-blowing orgasm. Her muscles quivered. But she refused to be defeated by this French bitch. Somehow, she forced the ecstasy back, she held the tension in, and kept her hips working, her swollen clit grinding and grinding against the blonde’s equally thick, hard shaft. Every stroke was a surge of sexual agony. The women’s blue and green eyes were sealed in a glare. Lori’s eyes watered and tears streamed down her gorgeous face. The blonde woman smiled viciously as she saw this. She kept moving her ass, working her hips, gradually beating more and more pleasure into the young tourist until it was more than Lori could stand. Still, Lori somehow held on, giving back as good as she was getting, her teeth clenched in effort, her eyes blazing with determination and lust. She had never felt anything like this before and she sensed that if she could hold out, she would have a sexual experience that was beyond her power to imagine. She just had to keep pumping her hips, rubbing clits, enduring the pleasure, holding on just a bit longer…!
“Oh God, fucking God, that’s so good,” Esme moaned as she threw back her head, her beautiful face wearing a rapturous smile.
Lori moaned in agony, her face a rictus of effort, her mind struggling to hold on, to hold in the waves of pleasure, the unbearable sensations…
Esme reached out and gripped one of Lori’s huge, bouncing tits. She squeezed the succulent meat, twisting the rock-hard nipple, sinking her fingers into the dense gland. The pulse of pure electricity that rippled from Lori’s tit through her entire body was enough to push her over the edge.
“Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!” Lori cried out. “Oh God, Oh fuck, I can’t take it!!”
Lori fell flat on her back on the bench and writhed, her hips bucking, her tits jolting, her torso undulating as she convulsed in the most powerful orgasm of her life. The ecstasy exploded through her body as the dam broke, filling her to the brim, then surging out, radiating from her in waves. Lori clamped her mouth into the crook of her arm and screamed and screamed. Her pussy ejaculated powerfully, once, twice, three times. The brunette collapsed on the bench seat, her tits heaving, her breath coming in hot pants.
“Yes, oh yes, you little cunt,” Esme moaned. The blonde threw back her head, ran her fingers through her thick mane, and jerked her hips hard as she penetrated and fused with Lori even more deeply, cunt to cunt. Lori groaned in sudden pleasure as she felt the exquisite sensation of a woman’s hot cum ejaculating into her twat, filling her vaginal canal, burning into her womb. Esme pumped her cum into Lori, again and again and again. Lori had the distinct feeling her genitals had been claimed as someone else’s property as she was forced into submission. She felt violated, but in the most delicious way possible.
Esme collapsed back onto the bench seat, her massive tits lolling to the sides of her chest, her breath coming in pants. The French woman smiled, the delighted grin of a cat that had eaten the canary. She turned her head and smiled at her husband. He appeared impassive to other people, but not to his wife. She could read his body language and saw that he was excited, that he had recorded many memories from her encounter with this brunette bitch that he would later use when they played their own intimate games.
Esme pushed herself up on her elbows to look down her lush body at the young woman joined to her at their pussies. Their thick pubic bushes were tangled and knotted and glistened with the mixed ejaculate they had pumped into each other. Lori had one arm tossed over her eyes, the other dragging on the floor. Her big tits jiggled with each hot breath. Esme smiled and sat up, pulling herself away from the other woman. Their cunts disengaged with a sucking sound and cum trickled out from the broken, fleshy join. Their pubic hair tore painfully, but Esme did not mind. She enjoyed the sensation, one of the hallmarks of a good, hot fuck with a willing woman.
Esme mounted Lori, stretching her luscious body out on the young woman, their voluptuous flesh eclipsing perfectly. Heavy tits mashed, their hot wet bellies flattened. Esme slid her sex-slimed inner thighs against Lori’s slick inner thighs and pried the woman’s legs apart. She slid her cunt into place on Lori’s steaming twat. Their fuck lips pressed tight, their thick bushes meshed again.
Lori gripped Esme’s perfect ass and squeezed. The women stared into each other’s eyes, nose to nose, lip to lip.
“Did you enjoy that, you little whore?” Esme grinned, her blue eyes shining with heat.
“Fuck you,” Lori grunted. “This is far from over. You’ve just won one round.”
“Oh, I know. You put up a good fight – for a first-timer. But I’m still going to fuck your brains out, you little bitch.” Esme smiled savagely. “Time for round two, you dirty fuck.”
“Just try me, cunt,” Lori snapped. She spread her legs wide and arched her back, pushing her wet, thick twat solidly into Esme’s dominant cunt. Lori gripped the French woman’s perfect ass even tighter, digging her fingers into the solid assmeat, and pulled the bitch into her.
Esme slammed her succulent pudendum down onto Lori’s dripping, hot fuckmeat. She rotated her hips around and around in microscopic circles, drilling her pussy into Lori’s cunt, spreading and sucking their steaming labia, their soaking pudenda, until the women’s hot genitals fused and locked tight. Swollen clits rubbed and rubbed, sliding and flicking, grinding and driving, sending shockwaves of pure ecstasy radiating through their trembling bodies.
The women slammed their mouths together and moaned into each other, kissing passionately, savagely. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, spit flowed freely between their mouths. Lori swallowed back all she could, but the drool still trickled down her face. She broke the kiss, and the women rested cheek to cheek, their faces turned towards Ranier, their eyes half-closed, their gasps and moans and pants filling the small cabin. Spit linked their red lips. Their blonde and brown hair tangled, sweaty and thick, Esme’s blonde hair hanging down, partly obscuring their visages. Their gorgeous faces were masks of concentration as they fought to hold back the rising tide of pure pleasure.
Lori and Esme moved in concert, their perfect asses rippling and humping, as they kept their swollen clits glued together, rubbing and rubbing relentlessly. Lori hoped that the devastating orgasm she had already experienced would take the edge off the pleasure building inside of her now and buy her some more time. However, apparently something about fuckfighting was so appealing to her libido that she felt her clit throbbing and pulsing, every bit as hard and aroused as it had been before. The women’s erotic moaning spiraled higher and higher, a chorus of pleasure getting louder and more desperate as they rode each other, each woman struggling to fuck her opponent into a submissive orgasm.
Once again, tears streamed from Lori’s eyes as the pure erotic sensations overwhelmed her body. Every inch of flesh on her voluptuous body felt on fire, fused tight to Esme’s naked flesh, burning with pleasure and need. She felt her sweaty belly sliding with Esme’s abs, their navels sucking tight. She felt her labia merging with Esme’s labia, their juicy fuck lips squashed and fused, their mutual lubrication keeping their struggling genitals hot and wet. The pure sensual overload was filling her mind and her body, the growing tide of pleasure was too much for her to endure.
“No, no, you cunt, you cunt…,” Lori groaned, as she felt her body passing the point of no return. She knew she was on the edge of another delicious, devastating orgasm. She refused to lose again.
“Yes, you dirty little whore, cum for me, cum inside of me, fucker,” Esme whispered into Lori’s ear. “I want to feel your jizz burning in my twat!”
The blonde turned the brunette’s head and rammed her mouth and her tongue deep into Lori’s mouth. Lori eagerly returned the violent kiss.
Lori and Esme trembled with tension, only moments away from orgasm. Lori gripped Esme’s ass harder, then raised both her hands and slapped the taut flesh viciously. Esme started, then tensed. Lori slapped the delicious flesh again and again, beating it like a drum. Esme groaned, the flashes of sharp pain complementing and enhancing the tidal wave of pleasure contained within her quivering cunt.
Lori slapped the blonde’s ass again, then used her hands to trace Esme’s ass cheeks, used her fingers to tease the woman’s sensitive anus, before shoving her index fingers into the tight orifice.
“Christ, you FUCK!!” Esme cried out, breaking their kiss in a spray of spit. She closed her eyes tightly, struggling to hold back the powerful orgasm beating at the walls of her self control. One final slap and she could not take it anymore. Groaning tortuously, Esme ejaculated powerfully into Lori’s supine body, drowning the brunette’s sucking twat in hot, steaming cum.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes!” Lori gasped. Her body moved with Esme’s thrusts, matching the woman’s pussy, keeping their cunts pressed tight. She reveled again in the exquisite sensation of Esme’s burning ejaculate flowing into her pussy, most of it coating her inner thighs, except this time she was the one claiming victory over the other woman. Moments later, Lori moaned in ecstasy as she came like a fire hose, injecting her cum into Esme’s body, feeling their juices mixing into a steaming brew.
The women bucked slow and hard as they shared cum, their mouths locked, their bodies trembling as they rode the other woman to three, four excruciating orgasms in a row.
Lori and Esme lay still on the cabin benchseat, arms and legs twined, Esme flat on top of the young tourist, their massive tits quivering where the thick, meaty masses mashed and mated, their hard, flat bellies tightly pressed. The women panted, cheek to cheek, eyes closed, floating in the afterglow of their intense sexual pleasure.
Lori stirred. “That was just the beginning, you slut,” the brunette whispered into Esme’s ear. “My pussy is going to suck your little girl cunt dry by the time this ride is done.”
Esme turned her head, so that she and Lori were nose to nose, lip to lip. She smiled. “You are a talented beginner, Lori, but you are just enjoying some beginner’s luck. I am impressed with your skills and your self-control, but I will break your pussy. You will be begging me for mercy by the time we get to Gstaad.”
Esme ran her tongue along Lori’s lips. Lori wrapped her lips around the pink muscle, pulled it into her mouth, and sucked sensuously on the blonde’s intrusive tongue for a minute or so, then released Esme and offered her tongue in exchange. The French woman eagerly accepted it and sucked teasingly, maddeningly, exhibiting her remarkable sexual skills.
Esme broke the suck. “I will give you something else to suck, you whore,” she whispered. The blonde sat up on Lori’s body, then turned around on the bench seat so that her dripping twat was directly over the young tourist’s beautiful face. Esme faced down Lori’s body, her head positioned over Lori’s cunt.
“Round three, fucker,” the blonde smiled. “Let’s see how well you eat.”
Esme lowered her dripping snatch onto Lori’s eager face. At the same time, the blonde descended on Lori’s cunt, gripping the brunette’s muscular ass and burying her face into the woman’s fragrant, thick bush and her succulent twat. Esme licked at Lori’s wet fuck lips, lapping up the cum, then probing and tracing the hot slit with her tongue. Esme teased at Lori’s pulsing clit, nipping at the tip of the sensitive organ, sending a surge of shocking ecstasy through the supine young woman.
“Oh, you bitch,” Lori moaned. She fixed her mouth to Esme’s beautiful, thick-lipped golden cunt and began to lick, tracing the contours of the French woman’s fuck slit, sucking out the cum, teasing and licking and sucking at the woman’s labia, before forcing her tongue deep into the vaginal canal. She licked at Esme’s engorged clit and was rewarded by shuddering gasps and deep trembling. Lori placed her lips around Esme’s throbbing clit and sucked gently, then used her teeth to score the nerve-rich organ.
The two women moaned and groaned as they ate each other, ravenous in their hunger. Their bodies trembled and thrashed as the pleasure grew moment by moment. Lori pulled Esme’s ass cheeks apart ran her tongue up to the woman’s asshole. She lapped at the puckered orifice, rimming the French woman expertly.
Esme retaliated, using her fingers to caress Lori’s ass and using her tongue to trace and tantalize Lori’s anus. At the same time, the women used their fingers to invade and stroke the insides of the other’s vaginal walls, bringing finger-fucking into their battle.
As her body twisted and trembled from the gloriously pleasurable sensation assailing the most sensitive erogenous zones of her body, Lori struggled to hold onto her sanity. She had had her clit and cunt sucked before, but Esme’s skills were far beyond anything Lori had ever experienced with any other lover. Lori turned all of her natural abilities to the task of making the French woman cum before she did. She knew she was at a severe disadvantage but she had to trust in her ability to hold back the orgasms already pounding and throbbing in her overstimulated cunt, threatening to burst out and explode and set all of her nerves on fire throughout her entire body. Lori whimpered in need, tears streaming down her face, but she turned all her will to keeping her body under control, even as she focused her mind on giving Esme pleasure the bitch could not endure.
For her part, Esme was amazed that the woman under her was a novice. At the least, Lori was a prodigy, someone whose sexual control and abilities were largely innate. Waves of pure pleasure radiated out of the blonde’s dripping cunt as Lori devoured her with tongue, teeth and lips, as the young tourist’s fingers teased and stroked and tortured her genitals. Esme’s clit throbbed and ached, twitching with tension. It had been ages since the French woman had been so powerfully stimulated by the cunt-eating skills of another woman. She wondered if Lori was somehow a natural rival for her, a woman whose body chemistry and sexual abilities just meshed with Esme’s through some sexual alchemy. Certainly, from the moment she had seen the brunette, Esme’s sexual instincts had been screaming at her that she needed to fuck the woman. Those instincts had proven correct and now, incredibly, Esme found herself in a truly luscious battle against the woman.
The struggling fuckfighters continued their mutual cunteating, their muffled moans, groans and cries of sexual joy growing more intense and desperate as they sucked and fingered each other up the pleasure curve. They wrapped their sweaty thighs around the other woman’s head and locked their rival in place. In this position of equality, they rolled onto their sides on the bench seat, Esme’s back pressed up against the back of the seat, Lori’s naked, perfect back and ass facing out into the cabin.
For 30 then 40 minutes, the women ate each other, feasting on the other woman’s cunt and ass, pulling hair, growing more passionate and desperate with each burning second. Lori was crying uncontrollably, her entire body quivering with pleasure, but she kept sucking and licking at Esme’s swollen clit as long and hard as she could.
Esme was in no better state. Tears streamed from her eyes and her body was screaming at her of the need for release. She felt like her clit had expanded to become her entire body. Each touch or lick of Lori’s tongue sent shockwaves of unbearable pleasure radiating through her body.
The women felt the end come for both of them at once. Lori clamped her mouth over Esme’s succulent twat and screamed in ecstasy as she erupted like a fire hose. Esme screamed into Lori’s cunt at exactly the same moment. The women ejaculated powerfully, in concert, their hot cum gushing into the other woman’s mouth. Lori felt on the verge of passing out as her senses were overwhelmed by the sheer, raw pleasure rippling and surging through her body, blowing her mind with pure erotic joy. She kept Esme’s hot cum in her mouth, mixing it around with her tongue, enjoying the taste as a delicious punctuation to the orgasmic bliss wracking her perfect body. She gripped Esme’s ass tightly and held on desperately as she shuddered through one climax after another.
Esme sank her fingers deep into Lori’s ass and sucked harder at the brunette’s juicy, quivering twat. She took in all the woman’s cum that she could. She felt faint, her body vibrating with intense sexual pleasure, more than she had experienced in a very long time. She could not believe the sexfight novice had somehow tied her in a 69 battle, one of her areas of specialization, but she could not deny the reality of the situation. She thrilled to the challenge. This little bitch was giving her a run for her money and she loved it!
The two women released the other from their thigh locks around their heads and rolled apart. Lori fell from the edge of the seat onto the floor of the compartment but she did not try to get up. She lay quietly, panting, trying to get a grip on the incredible sensations still racing through her body. She felt like electricity was coursing through every muscle, every blood vessel. Usually, after sex, she was languid and spent. Somehow, what she was doing with Esme was energizing her, making her libido even more powerful. It was like some hidden energy had been unlocked deep in the core of her womanhood. She felt awake and aware, in a way she had never experienced before. She knew that part of what was happening was that she was overstimulated, subjected to levels of intense pleasure that set every nerve alight and created an almost mystical experience.
Lori glanced at the little digital clock over the door. She and Esme had been fucking each other for over two hours. There was now less than five hours to Gstaad. She did not know if she could last, but the battle, so far, had given her the confidence that she might be able to hold her own against the beautiful blonde sexpot.
Esme smiled down at Lori from the bench seat. Her face glistened with Lori’s cum and Lori ran her forearm over her own face, sure that it was similarly wet. The Swiss woman grinned, her blue eyes bright with lust.
“You have surprised me, little whore,” Esme purred. “You are putting up a much better battle than I expected. But it’s time to put you in your place.”
The blonde slipped off the bench seat and sat down on the floor of the compartment, facing Lori. Esme spread her legs, presenting her pink, dripping pussy in challenge. Her thick, blonde bush was wet and dotted with expended cum. Lori stared down into the woman’s flawless genitals and felt a shiver run through her body. She had never seen anything so beautiful. The promise of pure ecstasy that radiated from between Esme’s legs filled Lori with an animal lust that was almost painful.
“So far, you have managed to win one round and tie the other. That leaves me owing you 300 francs. I am impressed. But now, it’s time for us to fuck it out, woman to woman, and see which one of us can last.”
“That’s fine by me, whore,” Lori snapped. She scissored Esme, sliding her sleek, powerful legs into place, lining up her steaming cunt with her rival’s hot pudendum. “I’m not stopping until you’re a cum stain on this floor.”
Esme grinned. The women closed the final distance between their sizzling cunts. Their genitals mated, slapping together with wet, meaty splat. Their thick pubic bushes immediately twined and tangled, sealing them together like velcro. Simultaneously, the women pulled hard with their kegel muscles, sucking the other’s cunt as hard and deep into their own as possible, and discovered that their cunt muscles were equally powerful as their twats mashed, their labia fused, and their vaginal canals formed a tight suction. Their pulsing clits met head to head and fused in ecstasy.
Lori threw back her head and cried out, the sheer overwhelming pleasure almost more than she could stand. She had thought what she and Esme had done to each other to this point was the most her body could take. Yet now, suddenly, she was forced to endure even more intense sensations. She realized that the longer they went on, the more sensitive her body became, the more attuned it was to unbelievable ecstasy. The thought made her tremble and, for the first time, she thought she really might get her brains fucked out, almost literally, before the train pulled into Gstaad.
Lori’s consolation was that Esme seemed just as affected by their sizzling mating as she was. The blonde beauty’s lips trembled and her eyes were shut tight, her gorgeous face a study in tension and barely-contained lust and pleasure, as she struggled to hold back the orgasmic energies straining against containment. Her big tits jiggled deliciously as the tension ran through her incredible body. Her nipples looked as hard as rocks and dripped with pre-cum.
Esme opened her eyes and gave Lori a savage grin. If Lori had thought her rival would finally break, she was wrong. But the brunette was more than willing to keep trying.
“I’m more than you can handle, little girl,” Esme whispered. “But I’m going to enjoy schooling you on the finer points of how to fuck a woman.”
“You blonde cunt!” Lori snarled, her voice low as she fought to keep back an excruciating orgasm. “I don’t need pointers on how to fuck a bitch like you. I’m going to show you exactly what a real woman’s twat feels like!”
“Show me, whore!” Esme smiled. “We’re not getting off this floor until I’ve made you pass out under me!”
“Give it to me, fucker!” Lori grunted.
Both women turned their hips so that they fit more solidly into the other woman’s succulent cunt, increasing their genital to genital grip. They grasped their rival’s sweaty thigh and began to pump, asses and hips working furiously, driving their swollen clits against each other like fleshy knives, beating pure ecstasy into each other. The sound of thick, juicy meat sucking and thrusting filled the train booth.
The next few hours disappeared into a haze of pure ecstasy as the women fucked and fucked and fucked endlessly, never letting their cunts separate. Their hips worked, their tits bounced, their clits twisted and twined and knotted into searing swords of pure pleasure that set every inch of their lush bodies on fire. Every 30 minutes or so, the women fucked their enemy into a devastating, multi-orgasmic climax that left them both writhing and bucking on the floor, their lush bodies twisting and rippling, their asses rubbing on the rough carpet, their cries and shouts of pleasure filling the small space. They shared cum over and over again, taking exquisite pleasure in violating each other, in making the other woman cum first. A few times, Lori or Esme bent their rival back and sank their teeth into the other woman’s incredible tits, biting and sucking, feasting on the titlflesh and tonguing the hot, hard nipples, enjoying and indulging their erotic appetites to their fullest.
Later, when she looked back on this incredible encounter, Lori would think it a miracle that the conductor or some other passenger did not come knocking to find out what was going on inside their compartment. She wondered if Ranier and Esme had worked out some kind of arrangement with the conductor.
Lori and Esme lay supine on the floor, their bodies sealed and sucked at their cunts, their dense pubic fur a mess of tangled curls and caked-on cum. Their perfect, voluptuous bodies were streaked with sweat and ejaculate, their hair was damp and unkempt. Their faces glistened with sweat. Their equally huge, firm tits rose and jiggled in unison as they struggled to recover from their latest round of fighting.
Lori had no idea how many rounds she won or lost. She knew that she had won some. She had the memory of the feeling of Esme’s hot cum entering her body, of the blonde woman’s eyes blazing with hate and lust and pure ecstasy as she came again and again. Lori also knew she had been beaten several times as well. She recalled the feeling of despair accompanying relief as she ejaculated after finally not being able to hold on any more, the feelings of rage as she stared into Esme’s triumphant blue gaze. She knew that they had tied more than once. Again, the feeling of hot ejaculate mixing and frothing inside of her vaginal canal as she and Esme shared cum was clear in her mind. Lori was amazed to realize that she was not exhausted. By all rights, she should have been. She had never had so many orgasms over such a short time in all of her life- not even close. However, her energy levels were high. Her body seemed driven by a ravenous hunger it was still a long way from satisfying.
Lori glanced at the clock over the door. There were 45 minutes until the train reached Gstaad, maybe less. That gave them enough time for one more round of fuckfighting.
Lori pushed herself up on her elbows and looked down her body at Esme. Esme’s head was near Ranier’s feet and Lori saw that the woman was holding her husband’s calf, a gesture of affection. Her other arm was thrown over her beautiful face. Like Lori, she glowed with sexual heat and arousal. Her huge tits jiggled majestically as her chest rose and fell. Her thick brown nipples were hard and scored with the impression of teeth marks, as was the succulent flesh around her areola.
“What is the score?” Lori asked. Her voice was low, a clear sign she was dehydrated. She picked up her water bottle, which had fallen to the floor from the bench at some point during the marathon fuckfight, and took a deep swig. Esme pushed herself up and saw what Lori was doing. She reached out for the water bottle. Lori gave it to her and blonde took a deep drink before speaking.
“Ranier has been keeping track. What is our present score, dear?”
For the first time, Ranier spoke. His voice was low and pleasant and touched with a gentle French accent.
“There have been ten rounds so far. Esme has won four. Lori has won three. You have tied three times.”
The women stared at each other, Esme grinning, Lori frowning. The brunette understood she was behind and there was no way she could win.
“So,” Esme smiled. “There is time for one more round of fucking. If you win, you tie with me. If I win, I win decisively.”
“What if we tie?”
The blonde woman smiled wider. “I still win. I will finish ahead of you. But I have to say, you have been a very pleasant surprise. In all my years of fuckfighting, no other woman has ever matched me so well or been able to hold her own against me for so long. I am very impressed.”
“Be impressed when you pass out under me, fucker,” Lori snipped. “This isn’t over yet and I’ve still got time to make you scream like a whore.”
“Little cunt. I was going to go easier on you but now I’m going to fuck your dirty little twat off. I’m going to make you cum inside of me so hard, you won’t be able to stop.”
The women sat up and reached for each other. They were still locked cunt-deep. As their exchange of animosity began, their tumescent clits swelled up, growing thicker and harder with every moment. The pulsating sex horns met and held, head to head, quivering with tension and pleasure within the tight, hot arena of the women’s locked pudenda. Electrical pleasure surged through Lori and Esme, building and building in moments, until they were both shaking with the sensual intensity. The women reached, wrapped arms around naked backs, and pulled each other in. Their thick, heavy tits mated, the searing heat from their aroused titflesh making it feel like their meaty glands were fusing. The women spread their legs wide and pushed up as tight as they could. They both slipped their arms around and down their rival’s hips and gripped their enemy’s perfect ass. They began to pump, thrusting and grinding clit to clit, two fleshy, erotic swords meeting in mortal combat.
Lori and the blonde Swiss woman pushed nose to nose, their blonde and brunette hair tangling as their foreheads pressed tight. They stared deep into the other’s eyes, sharing the intimacy of absolute erotic pleasure they had given to each other, the desire to see the other woman broken and humiliated at the very core of her womanhood.
“Fuck you, cunt, just fuck you,” Lori whispered.
“Keep trying, whore, keep trying,” Esme whispered back.
The women extended their tongues and lapped and teased, pink probe to pink probe. Heat and exquisite sensations flowed through their bodies from the sensual contact and, unable to restrain themselves, Lori and Esme sank into a deep, passionate, hateful kiss.
Gripping the other’s ass tightly, their hips jerked and pumped, clit fencing with clit, thick-lipped pussies sucked and merged. Waves of excruciating pleasure flowed from their driving clits, from the searing clitoral rings around their cunts, into the tissues of their lush bodies, filling them with pure sexual ecstasy. Their heavy tits mashed and rolled, firm meat grinding and crushing with firm meat, thick nipples spearing and twisting with engorged nipples. Lori and Esme moaned and grunted, their tongues sliding and rolling within their mouths, feeding even more sensuality to their fucking bodies.
On and on, the fuckfighting women rode each other powerfully, pushing their faces more deeply into their kiss, pulling hair, scratching and gripping at rippling asses, doing all they could to overwhelm the other woman, to push their enemy over the orgasmic edge and secure a victory or a tie in their epic fuck battle.
Lori felt herself getting delirious with pleasure. Her mind was disassociating from her body as her body met the limits of the sensory overload it could endure. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life. Every inch of her glorious body was brimming over with pure erotic ecstasy and she knew that she would either explode in a submissive orgasm soon or she would pass out, her mind retreating from consciousness to keep her from going insane. She felt like she was almost standing outside of herself, watching her churn her hips and jerk her ass, keeping the clit to clit war with Esme going, even as she teetered on the edge of sexual defeat.
Lori summoned all her will and held on. She refused to be beaten, not when she was so close to forcing the other woman to go off first. She could tell from the way Esme felt in her arms, from the blonde’s shuddering muscles and increasingly desperate moans and tongue attacks, from the way her ass was thrusting and grinding, that Esme was on the edge too. The two women were racing each other to the fuck finish.
As the pleasure built to an unbearable apogee, Lori felt her mind start to retreat. Her body was serving her will, somehow holding the incredible orgasmic dam, but something had to give and that was proving to be her consciousness.
Sensing her opportunity, Esme broke their savage kiss and pushed hard, suddenly putting Lori on the defensive. Their asses pumping, working hard, frantically grinding clits, the women moaned and groaned in effort as Lori resisted being pushed over onto her back and into the submissive position and Esme smelled victory and the opportunity to finally break the brunette bitch’s delicious body.
For Esme, this train encounter was turning out to be the most incredible sexfight she had ever had. If she could defeat Lori now, she could establish undisputed sexual superiority.
Slowly, agonizingly, Esme pushed Lori onto her back. The women’s legs thrashed as they repositioned themselves, then Esme was between Lori’s slick, hot thighs, her ass pumping, her hips jerking, as she fucked the brunette down. Lori was giving as good as she got, her body moving with Esme’s, keeping their rock-hard clits glued together, in constant erotic contact as they tortured each other with pure pleasure.
“I have you now, you little fuck,” Esme whispered to Lori, pushing forehead to forehead, glaring at the brunette woman through half-closed eyes. “Give up and cum, you little whore.”
“Damn you, Goddamn you,” Lori whimpered back. “I’m going to make you cum, I swear to God, I’m going to make you jizz so fucking hard…”
Eyes locked, their beautiful faces twisted with effort and lust, the sweat dripping from their foreheads, the women’s battle entered its final stages. Their luscious forms undulated like mating snakes, their powerful limbs twined tight, their tanned bodies merged and writhed, rubbing and grinding, every inch of golden skin against every inch. Their massive tits quivered and strained, tension building as the heavy glands bore the full weight of the women’s bodies. Between their legs, their engorged clits pushed head to head, unbelievable pleasure radiating off the point of contact, sending shockwaves of excruciating bliss reverberating through their struggling forms.
Somehow, Lori held on, she held back the tsunami of pleasure that strained to overpower her. The women glared into the other, their eyes locked. Tears streamed down their faces.
“Cum, you little fuck, cum!” Esme snarled. She felt herself about to explode. She refused to be defeated especially when she had the dominant position. But this dark-haired bitch refused to break.
“No, no,” Lori moaned. “Never, never, fucking God, never…”
An announcement chimed over the train’s intercom system. In French and then English, the conductor let the passengers know that the train would pull into the station in five minutes.
Through their bleary eyes, the women stared intently at each other. They both knew what this meant. Either one of them would be defeated in the next few minutes or they would be forced to end their struggle without resolving which of them was the better woman. Even more importantly, to both women in that moment, they might not be able to experience the full intensity of the incredible orgasms locked in their bodies. Esme and Lori sensed that they were on the cusp of pure ecstasy that would dwarf anything they had yet experienced. They had to have it.
Lori looked deep into Esme’s eyes. She saw the same desire for raw pleasure, the same need to feel the full power of what they had built by fucking each other to the edge of orgasm.
“Together,” Lori whispered. “At the same time.”
“Yes,” Esme readily agreed. “Fucking God yes…”
“One,” Lori moaned.
“Two,” Esme whispered.
“THREEEEEEE!!” the women screamed in concert.
Lori and Esme drove with their hips, crushing their clits head to head. They let themselves go, they stopped resisting the most powerful orgasms of their lives. Unbelievable sensations roared through their bodies, their cunts exploded with hot ejaculate. The women gripped the other’s ass tightly, they threw back their heads and screamed soundlessly as they pumped cum into each other’s trembling bodies. Their legs locked, quivering with strain, as their hips jerked slow and hard, injecting hot cum into the other. Lori and Esme jerked and shuddered through three, four, then five orgasms all in a row, each explosion of ecstasy more intense, powerful and longer-lasting than the one before. They clawed at each other in desperation, their minds overwhelmed, unable to take anymore. With strangled gasps and moans of pure joy, the beautiful women passed out in each other’s arms. As they did so, the intercom crackled to life, announcing the train’s arrival in Gstaad.
Ranier sat looking down at his wife sprawled on top of the beautiful woman who had fought her to the end. His photographic memory recorded all he could of their lush, sweat-soaked bodies, knotted together on the floor of the compartment. After two minutes, as the train shuddered to a firm stop, he reached down and gently shook his wife back to wakefulness.
Esme slowly raised herself off of Lori. As she did so, the tourist stirred and opened her eyes. The women stared at each other, both stunned by the intensity of what they had shared.
Ranier handed the two women small towels that he took from his bag in the baggage rack. The two women got to their feet, somewhat unsteadily, and toweled themselves off, wiping off the sweat and cum. Esme took a brush that Ranier handed to her and began to straighten her thick blonde hair. Lori picked her clothing off the corner of the train bench on which she had placed it and dressed quickly. She pulled a brush from her bag and smoothed out her hair. As she did this, Esme pulled on her clothing and slipped on her high heels.
The sounds of the passengers disembarking had been going on this whole time. The train was now quieting down. The conductor knocked on the door of their cabin.
“Hello? We are in the station. It is time to disembark.”
“We’ll be right out,” Esme said, her voice cheerful and authoritative at the same time.
Ranier stood and took the towels the two women had used and stuffed them back in his bag. Lori swung her backpack onto her shoulder. She looked to be sure that Esme and Ranier were ready, then opened the compartment door.
The three passengers made their way down the corridor and onto the train platform. The platform was fairly quiet, most of the other faregoers from the long-haul train already having made their way further into the station.
The two women paused and looked at each other. The heat that passed between them was staggering. Lori felt her clit stir as she locked eyes with Esme. Her body was still vibrating, she could still feel the aftermath of the incredible pleasure echoing in her muscles, in her breasts and pussy. She knew that Esme was feeling the same.
Esme turned to Ranier, who handed her a wad of money. Carefully, she counted it out and handed it to Lori.
“You won three times and we tied four times, including that last bout. That comes to 1000 francs.”
Lori took the money gratefully and shoved it into her front pocket.
“I won four times,”Esme continued. “I think we can agree that I won our little contest.”
“Just barely. If that ride had gone a bit longer, I would have fucked you into the ground.”
“Not likely, my dear. Still, I will concede that our little competition made a long trip very, very enjoyable. And memorable.”
Esme looked around. The train platform was now empty. Esme stepped closer to Lori, closing the space between them. Lori moved to meet her. In their bare feet, the women were exactly the same height. Now, Esme’s high heels made her two inches taller than Lori. Lori felt the weight of Esme’s chest on her own, the blonde’s stiff nipples pushing into the top of her tits. Lori wrapped her arms around the other woman’s lush body and pulled Esme in tight, so that their massive gland compressed, their swollen nipples stabbing into the other’s titflesh, their naked meat surging up out of their cleavages so that their breastflesh sizzled as golden flesh reunited with golden flesh. The women’s mouths snapped together, tongues probing and thrashing inside their inosculated mouths. The sudden passion set the women’s bodies on fire once again and both buried one hand in the other’s hair to push their kiss even harder and deeper.
Lori felt her pussy explode with heat, her tits swell with arousal. She felt Esme’s glands grow firmer and thicker against her own. Their tongues lapped and twisted, the women sucked spit back and forth. They moaned, low and deep, their desire for the other woman almost uncontrollable. Lori slipped one hand around Esme’s back and under her short skirt to feel the woman’s nearly bare ass. Lori felt Esme’s hand working its way down the front of her tight jeans, trying to cup her pussy.
It was the sound of footsteps on the platform that forced the horny women to break apart. Gasping, strings of spit linking their lips until they broke, the women broke apart. They smoothed down their hair and fixed their mussed clothing. A group of passengers, waiting for the next train, began to arrive.
Ranier had watched the women without comment, though Lori saw the bulge in his pants. Esme smiled at her husband as she straightened her hair.
“If you’d like to continue our little contest,” Esme purred, “I am certainly willing to accommodate you. Ranier and I have a very nicely appointed townhouse here in the city. We’d be happy to have you as our guest for a few nights. At least until you and I settle some things between us.”
The blonde woman’s eyes flashed, the intense lust mirrored in Lori’s green eyes.
“Ordinarily, I ‘d be happy to take you up on that offer,” Lori murmured. “I agree that you and I have unfinished business. But I’ve got friends in the city who are waiting for me. After I’m done with them, if the offer still stands…”
“Indeed it does.”
Esme gestured to Ranier. The man pulled a card out of a smart card holder he had in his pocket and presented it to Lori. The brunette examined the card curiously. It was made of thick, rich card stock and was gold embossed, but it contained only an address and a phone number.
“Whenever you are ready, just call the number and come to our home. We can resume our little contest then.”
Lori slid the card into her pocket, beside the 1000 francs.
“You can bet that I’ll be giving you a call, you bitch.”
“I’ll be looking forward to it, slut.”
The women shared a final deep gaze. They saw the hunger, the lust, the sheer animal, primal desire burning in the other. They knew that they had to get together again, to work out which of them was the superior bitch.
Lori walked away, heading to the opposite exit from Esme and Ranier. She was already counting down the days when she would be able to meet Esme again and resume their competition.

Encounter on a Train, Part III:

It was long week before Lori finally got around to calling the number on the card. Her friends had been wonderful fun and shown her the sights all around Gstaad and environs, but the brunette could not get her mind off of what she and Esme had done to each other on the train. Every night, her body reminded her of the excruciating pleasure she and the blonde woman had shared. A primal voice was awake in her mind, pushing her to meet with Esme, to settle their competition, their delicious sexual rivalry, in the most erotic, intimate ways possible. She endured the time with her friends but her distraction was difficult to conceal. Finally, on the day she said “goodbye” to them, she made the call.
Esme answered the phone. The moment the blonde woman head Lori’s voice, her pussy contracted and gushed, soaking her silk underwear. Her nipples tightened into spikes. She could barely keep the eagerness out of her voice.
“I’m very happy that you called, my dear,” the blonde woman purred. “I was afraid you may have decided to surrender in our little competition.”
“Not fucking likely. When should I come over?”
It was a Friday. Lori hoped that meant she and Esme would have at least the weekend to work things out.
“Why not right now?” Esme glanced at the clock. It was 5 PM.
“I’ll take a cab. I should be there soon.”
“I’ll be waiting.” This time, Esme could not conceal the hunger in her voice. Lori heard and her libido grew even stronger, hotter, and hungrier.
About 20 minutes later, Lori climbed out of a cab in front of a classically-designed stone townhouse. She looked up. There seemed to be four expansive floors. The home was on a beautiful, treed street in the heart of a wealthy residential district in the downtown. This environment fit very well with what Lori imagined about the lives and interests of her recent acquaintances.
Lori was wearing a loose-fitting white blouse, tied into a halter to leave most of her tan, taut belly exposed and unbuttoned to allow the impressive, meaty load on her chest to shift freely. She was also clad in pair of short, tight jean shorts and sneakers on her bare feet. She was wearing no underwear.
Lori climbed the front stairs, her backpack slung on her shoulder. Her heart pounded with excitement and anticipation. She rang the doorbell and waited.
Esme opened the door to the townhouse. The blonde woman was wearing a tight-fitting white blouse that revealed a great deal of cleavage, a black mini-skirt and slippers. Her pearl necklace was around her throat.
Esme smiled, her blue eyes feverish with lust. The women’s eyes locked and a stream of intense sexual heat passed between them. The beautiful women smiled at each other wolfishly, their mutual desire to consume the other blatantly obvious to both.
“Come in, my dear,” the blonde said. She stood back, holding the door open for Lori to step inside.
Lori stepped into the large foyer and looked around. She had a brief impression of a beautifully appointed space, bathed in sunlight, a large painting on the wall, expensive tile, polished wood, and wooden stairs leading to upper levels. She heard the door thunk closed and the click of a lock sliding into place. She turned around to face Esme.
Esme kicked off her slippers and threw herself at Lori, knocking the brunette’s knapsack to the floor as she slammed Lori up against the wall. Lori grunted as the full, luscious weight of Esme’s magnificent body crushed against her own voluptuous curves. The women’s huge, firm tits squashed tight, their bare legs thrashed and twined, muscled calf caressing and straining to muscled calf, slick thighs meeting and rubbing. Esme grasped Lori’s hair, pulled the brunette’s head forward, and jammed her tongue down Lori’s throat. Lori’s tongue eagerly wrapped around Esme’s intruding organ and the two women moaned deep in their throats as their pink probes wrestled and pushed, spitty and hot. Lori buried one hand in Esme’s thick blonde hair. Lori’s other hand pulled at the woman’s skirt.
Esme yanked at Lori’s shorts and succeeded in opening them and loosening the waist. Eagerly, she slipped her hand inside Lori’s shorts, her palm flat on the brunette’s tan belly. Her fingers combed through Lori’s bush and slid lower, cupping the woman’s hot, wet vulva, resting her middle finger in the slick groove of Lori’s cunt, pressing on Lori’s throbbing clit.
“Oh God!” Lori moaned. She ripped Esme’s skirt from the woman’s hips, leaving the blonde wearing only her cleavage-baring blouse. Like Lori, Esme was not wearing any underwear. Lori fixed her hand over Esme’s thick bush and dripping pussy. She shoved her middle finger deep into the blonde’s tight, succulent twat, crushing and teasing the woman’s throbbing clit.
The women masturbated each other ferociously. They pressed their foreheads together, their hair mingling. Nose to nose, they stared into each other’s eyes as they panted and moaned and gasped, their finger-fucking driving their cries higher and higher, their erotic moaning getting more and more intense.
“You bitch, oh God, you fucking bitch…” Lori whispered, her eyes shining with pleasure. Fuck, yes, this was what she had been longing for the whole week!
“Cunt, you little fucking cunt,” Esme groaned, her blue eyes tearing up as the pleasure between her legs built unbearably.
The women’s heavy tits crushed hard, the thick titflesh surging up from inside their blouses, bare skin crushing to skin, sharp, hard nipples pulsing and sucking through thin cloth. Their bare legs rubbed and whispered, slick and hot. Esme leaned hard into Lori, pinning the young woman to the wall with her massive tits. Both women concentrated to the utmost on masturbating their rival, trying to drive the other over the edge first, to claim victory in this first fuck skirmish. The wet sound of fingers moving inside of tight, moist pussies filled the quiet foyer of the luxurious townhouse. Their grunts, gasps and whimpers became ever more acute. Snarling at each other, their gorgeous faces etched in sexual agony, Esme and Lori slammed their mouths together and locked into a hot, sucking kiss.
After more than 20 minutes, the women reached the peak of pleasure. Lori broke the kiss, threw back her head, and screamed.
“Oh God!” Lori cried out as she came hard, her pussy gushing into Esme’s hand, the torrent of cunt juice wetting her shorts and coursing down her bare inner thighs. “Oh fuck, fuck, FUCK!”
An instant later, Esme’s resistance collapsed. “Yes, yes, oh fucking God, YESSSS!!” the blonde woman screamed. Her cunt erupted, soaking Lori’s invading fingers and hand, juice flowing unimpeded down her muscular bare thighs and to her calves.
Esme and Lori leaned into each other, one arm loosely wrapped around the other’s body, the other wet with cum. Esme raised her hand to her mouth and licked it clean. Lori did the same with her hand. The women touched tongues, then sank into a deep, cum-sharing kiss. They undulated gently in their arms, rubbing their lush bodies, stimulating and teasing the other with the promise of so much more to come.
After a minute or two, they paused, breaking the kiss, faces still pressed forehead to forehead, wet lips connected by strings of spit and cum.
“First blood to me, whore,” Esme murmured. Her tongue lapped at Lori’s red, wet lips possessively.
“Just a fluke, fucker,” Lori murmured. “We’re just getting started and it’s going to end with you eating my pussy like a bitch.”
Esme smiled, then pulled Lori into another deep, passionate kiss. Lori returned the passion eagerly, pushing Esme’s head more deeply into their kiss, rubbing her body hungrily against Esme’s lush form. The women felt the places where their naked skin rubbed and slid, enjoying the growing contact.
Esme stepped back, pushing Lori away from her. Lori took in the other woman’s body hungrily. Esme’s blouse had fallen open and she stood almost completely nude, her pussy dripping, her thick blonde bush wet with cum. The rounds of her gorgeous tits hung enticingly inside the shirt draped down her body.
Lori stood with her shirt open, her tits mostly exposed, her shorts open, her bush tufting over the front zipper. Her shorts sported a wet spot and her bare thighs glistened with moisture. Her sneakers were still on her feet but she used the toe to pry them off, leaving her bare foot.
Lori slid her shorts down her thighs and let them drop on the floor. Now, she and Esme were equally naked.
Esme smiled and nodded.
“Come with me,” the blonde instructed. She turned and began climbing the stairs. Lori followed close behind, her eyes fixed to the other woman’s bare ass, dripping pussy, and powerful legs.
They climbed two flights of stairs. On the third floor, Esme led Lori to a door. She pushed it open and stepped inside, Lori hot on her heels.
The room was a darkened bedroom. There were no windows. Esme clicked on a light as they entered the room. A king-sized bed occupied most of the space. Night tables were on both sides of the bed. A comfortable chair was positioned against the wall, facing the bed. A door on the far wall led to an ensuite bathroom, from what Lori could see. The bedclothes were turned down at the foot of the mattress, a set of pillows at the head. Three cameras on tripods were set up, one on each side of the bed, pointed at the mattress. Cords fed from the cameras into a video recording machine set inside a table beside the bathroom door.
Esme walked around the bed and clicked on a table lamp on the night table. She picked up a remote control on the night table and hit another button. The overhead light clicked off and the room plunged into a moody half-light. Esme clicked another button and the sister table lamp on the other night table flanking the bed turned on. Esme replaced the remote on the table and picked up another remote. She gestured at the cameras.
“I hope you don’t mind if I record our encounter. Ranier is out of town on business. He won’t be back until tomorrow night. I know he would not want to miss anything of our little game.”
Lori shrugged. “As long as you keep the recordings private, I don’t care. In fact, I’d like a copy of the tape for myself.”
“That can be arranged.”
Esme clicked the button. The cameras whirred gently and began to record. Esme replaced the remote on the table. She smiled and walked to the foot of the bed.
The blonde woman reached up and pulled her blouse off her shoulders, letting the whole garment fall at her feet. She was perfectly nude, except for her pearl necklace. She rolled her bare shoulders, her massive, naked tits rocking enticingly on her chest.
Esme opened her arms, welcoming Lori. “Let’s get started, shall we? I expect it’s going to take a very long time for me to fuck you down.”
Lori smiled viciously. She slid her shirt off her body, leaving herself naked. Lori walked slowly, teasingly, across the room to the blonde, her hips swaying, her tits jiggling, her pussy wet and hot with need. Her swollen clit twitched with tension.
The nude, gorgeous women closed on each other, Lori slipping her arms around Esme’s wasp waist, Esme wrapping her arms around Lori’s upper back. Their huge tits aligned perfectly, hard nipple to nipple, and the women squeezed, crushing their firm, straining glands between their beautiful bodies. Their solid, toned bellies clapped tight, navels sucking. They pressed nose to nose, sharing hot breath, their eyes blazing with lust. Instinctively, they both knew what they wanted.
“Stand up fuck, clit to clit,” Lori breathed.
“Very good,” Esme murmured.
The women slid their hands down to grip their opponent’s perfect ass, sinking their fingers into the hard, rippling assmeat. They spread their slick thighs wider and tilted their pelvises forward, their thick, hard fuck fingers reaching for the other, the nerve-saturated organs quivering with tension and need.
Gently, gently, Esme and Lori touched clit to clit, head to head. A searing jolt of pure ecstasy shot through their lush bodies as the unbearably sensitive nubs touched and jousted, grinding hard. The women screamed in shared joy, crying out with animal shouts of raw pleasure.
Still touching clit to clit, readying themselves for the exquisite ordeal to come, Lori managed a final question before she lost all ability to speak.
“How are we going to keep score, if Ranier is not here?”
“No need to keep score,” Esme gasped, her eyelids fluttering as she struggled to keep the pure pleasure radiating through her body from overwhelming her senses. “We fuck and fuck and fuck until one of us can’t go on. Then we’ll know who is the better woman.”
“Oh God, yes,” Lori moaned. “That’s perfect. I’m going to fuck you to death.”
“Little whore. I’m going to break you in every way you can imagine and many ways you cannot. I will own you completely before you leave here, you fucking cunt.”
“Let’s see which of us lasts,” Lori whispered. “When Ranier gets back tomorrow, he’s going to find you drained and fucked out your mind.”
“Slut.”
“Whore.”
The women moved their asses, thrusting gently with their hips, rubbing and fencing clit to clit, faces pressed nose to nose, forehead to forehead, eyes blazing with hate and lust, meaty tits quivering, bellies undulating. The fucking went on and on and on, until they worked their swollen clits into a Gordian knot. Sobbing quietly, Lori and Esme locked their mouths in a hot, tight kiss and continued, fucking and fucking and fucking.
Some time later, Esme broke the kiss, throwing back her head to groan tortuously.
“No, no, you little cunt, you dirty little FUCK!!” she screamed.
“Cum, you bitch, cum, cum, CUM!” Lori snarled.
With an agonizing shriek, Esme came, ejaculating powerfully, cum flowing down both women’s thighs. They sank their fingers deeper into their rival’s twitching ass and held on. An instant later, Lori screamed in sexual agony and her own ejaculate gushed, soaking their twined bushes, coating their naked thighs in another layer of cum.
Screaming, snarling, the women held tight as they exchanged epic thrusts, fucking more orgasms out of each other, their asses jerking, their hips thrusting, until their bodies spun around and they fell onto the bed, thrashing and convulsing, and finally rolling apart.
Esme and Lori lay side by side on the bed, panting ferociously, their beautiful bodies slowly coming down from their orgasmic high.
“I made you cum first, fucker,” Lori smiled. “I made you cum fucking hard. Now we’re more than even. I’m ahead.”
“This is a war of attrition, you little cunt,” Esme snipped. “You are very talented, but you don’t have the skill, the experience or the stamina that I do. This may take all night, but I am going to be riding you like a horse by the time my husband gets back.”
Lori smiled wider. She lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide, in invitation. “Then come and prove it, bitch. Let’s see who’s ready to greet Ranier when he gets back tomorrow.”
Esme snarled as she rolled on top of Lori. She gripped the brunette’s hair tightly and aligned her perfect body to its counterparts on Lori’s voluptuous body.
“You’re getting on my nerves, you slut,” the blonde breathed. “I’m going to enjoy putting you in your place. And that’s under me, cumming like a whore, begging me to fuck you.”
“Fuck you,” Lori growled. “I’m going to make you scream my name when you submit, you blonde cunt.”
The women’s mouths locked, their perfect, luscious forms began undulating in a full body to body fuck. The war of attrition began.
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Late the next night, Ranier entered a dark, quiet house. It was past 10 PM. He had been calling his lovely wife since the previous evening but had received no answer. Still, he did not panic. He knew that there were several explanations for why Esme had not answered or returned his calls and his instincts told him that there was nothing to worry about.
Ranier turned on the light in the foyer. He immediately spotted the knapsack and recognized to whom it belonged. He saw the sneakers, the slippers, his wife’s discarded mini-skirt and Lori’s discarded shorts. He smiled tightly, his body already gearing up, hot with anticipation. He suspected that this might be what had kept his wife from getting back to him. He paused, listening carefully, but he did not hear any sounds from upstairs.
Leaving his small overnight bag in the foyer, Ranier climbed the two flights of stairs to the bedroom that he and his wife used to entertain their guests. It was the arena in which his gorgeous vixen had humiliated and broken so many other beautiful women. Ranier wondered what he would find this time.
Carefully, he turned the door knob and entered the room. The lights on the night tables illuminated the scene before him.
Esme and Lori were on the bed, Esme on top, Lori under her, locked in a ravenous 69. Their faces were buried between their opponent’s succulent thighs and they were eating each other like starving predators. Their legs were spread wide, Lori’s legs slightly bent, her fingers spread on Esme’s perfect ass, gripping the rounded muscle. Esme’s hands gripped Lori’s ass, her arms looped around the brunette’s hips. The gentle moans of delight issuing from both women, the sounds of wet smacking and gentle sucking, filled the room. The room stank of sex and sweet sweat. Ranier recognized the delicious smells immediately. They were the intoxicating aromas of womanly cunt, of womanly ejaculate. It proved how long his wife and her luscious challenger had been battling each other for sexual supremacy.
Neither woman acknowledged him as he entered the room and he could tell that they were both in a state of sexual delirium. They were not fully conscious that he was there. They had only eyes for each other, their bodies were so overwhelmed with sensual input, with pure ecstasy, that they could not take in any more information from the outside world. This had happened to Esme before, though only once or twice in the past, and only against her most difficult and powerful challengers. After what he had witnessed on the train, Ranier was not surprised that Lori was proving to be another rival to his wife’s insatiable sexuality. Indeed, Esme and he had speculated on that hopeful possibility as soon as they had returned home after the train ride.
Ranier walked to the video machine into which the cameras were feeding their input. He was not surprised to see the tapes had run out of capacity some time ago. The three tapes were all 12 hours, the longest available recording length. He could have set them to record in a loop, but that risked losing some of the best scenes from what had happened before. He quietly replaced the tapes with new cassettes and resumed the recording.
As Ranier worked, the women on the bed became louder, more animated. Their luscious bodies thrashed and writhed, their erotic moaning spiraled higher and higher. The wrapped their sweaty thighs around the other’s head and screamed loudly as they came into the other’s beautiful face. Their mouths were sealed over their rival’s gushing pussy and their cheeks worked as they held onto the ejaculate flowing into their mouths. Their animal moans and screams slowly faded. Their shuddering bodies slowly relaxed.
Moaning, the women released their rival’s head from their thigh-grip. Esme rolled off of Lori. The women panted, their pants sounding a bit wet and garbled with the cum they were storing in their mouths. They lay side by side, their heads at opposite ends of the bed.
Ranier examined the women’s incredible bodies minutely. They were slick with sweat, their hair was a tousled mess. Their incredibly voluptuous bodies were covered with teeth and finger marks, particularly on their huge, jiggling tits, especially around their areola, and around the tender flesh of their inner thighs. Ranier could see short, curly hair scattered around the mattress, attesting to how often their rough bushes had tangled and ripped apart during the course of their battle.
Lori slowly sat up. She looked at Ranier blearily but he could tell she did not really register he was there. She turned her head to stare at Esme, her eyes lighting up with lust and fury. Lori moved into position and eagerly mounted Esme, stretching her nude body the length of Esme’s naked form, climbing on top of the blonde. Esme’s head was nearest the foot of the bed, so Ranier had a clear view as Lori’s huge, perfect tits crushed down and mashed onto Esme’s equally dense, thick rack. Their bellies clapped. Esme’s hands slid down and gripped Lori’s ass tightly and the blonde opened her legs wider as Lori slid her juicy cunt into place on Esme’s waiting, eager twat. The women opened their mouths and Lori drooled a glob of spit and cum into Esme’s open mouth, then followed the glob down to lock mouths with the blonde woman. Their cheeks worked as they sloshed the cum-spit mixture back and forth, as they shared the cum they had ejaculated into each other.
Lori raised her head to stare down into Esme’s eyes. Ranier identified, again, the complete sexual focus, the reality that the women were in their own world of erotic ecstasy and sensual bliss that admitted no one else. They saw only each other, they felt only what their bodies were doing to each other. Esme gripped Lori’s ass; Lori slipped her hands under Esme’s body and gripped the blonde’s buttocks in reply. Their muscled legs twined and locked.
The women’s bodies undulated, their hips thrust, their asses pumped slow and hard, and they fucked and fucked, eyes locked, their moans, whispers and curses only for each other, their worlds focused only on the delicious sensations radiating from their clits, their tits, their nipples, feeding more and more pleasure into their cum-saturated flesh. They rode each other higher and higher, to greater and greater levels of pleasure.
Ranier moved the chair, his usual seat during his wife’s contests, to the side of the bed. He sat down and fixed his gaze on the two incredible women ravaging each other, riding each other relentlessly. He did not know if his wife would win this erotic war, but he knew she would experience unbelievable pleasure trying. He set about memorizing everything before him, storing it up for the fantasies he and Esme would play for themselves, one day soon.

The End

Another one of your great stories!!
May I ask....What happened to the HP Category, "sexfighting and titfights" that was here on Hostboard?

Check out the AL75 forum on the board. It has all the answers.

JB

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Originally Posted by perk57

Another one of your great stories!!
May I ask....What happened to the HP Category, "sexfighting and titfights" that was here on Hostboard?

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JB

So, so glad you invented this site a good while ago = Thank you to infinity and beyond.

As for Encounter on a Train, a great stand-alone story. But another part to it would be fantastic. Ranir could play a bigger part = threesome.

Love the theme and mostly the location, overseas and on a train = Yes.
I think a tit/sex fight in other overseas countries most popular landmarks would make interesting locations. Like atop the Eiffel Tower in Paris France.
Or right here in in the U.S. The Statue of Liberty.

Thanks again JB for this story and your site. To me you saved the day.