The whole kitten caboodle — group sex
Bernadette and Felix Graham had scrimped and saved for the trip of a lifetime. They had met as backpacking young travellers in a youth hostel on the Indian subcontinent several years ago.
They christened their sexual relationship under moonlight … following the bedlam of Holi, on an Indian Ocean beach.
With professional careers underway, they had a six-day luxury class trip of a lifetime… Paris to Istanbul by rail journey on an annual recreated — Oriental Express route. There would be quality wine, fine dining, and the chance to rekindle the romantic atmosphere and luxuriate in over-the-top excess.
Sounded ideal.
Their youthful carriage steward, Fiona, assisted them to their deluxe cabin and then took them, indicating their sitting for afternoon tea in one of the lounge cars.
Felix took in the stewardess's shapely butt from behind in a general roving male eye kind of way. Charming and fuckable were his summary.
Felix and Bernadette took in each other's company through the late afternoon. They enjoyed the high life… delighted in their private canoodling. Touchy lovey-dovey moments…the romantic build-up to their later anticipated fucking.
They took in the scenery as the rail journey began and had an aperitif before dinner.
Dining was formal…Bernadette looked ravishing in her carnation evening dress, and Felix spiffy in a white dinner jacket with a black bowtie.
He realised his brunette was the best-dressed woman as they were ushered into the dining carriage. She was hot and was going to get it all later.
Their gourmet dinner started with hors d'oeuvres and champagne in the Oriental dining car with its Chinese lacquered walls. The maître d' escorted them both through the five-star options for dinner.
Their unknown table guests arrived fashionably late and were a stunning couple. She was a tall blonde with an iridescent blue layered chiffon dress… one-off designer style…that made Bernadette's top-priced rack piece sit firmly in second place in the dining carriage.
Its sweetheart bodice sensationally cupped the blonde's fulsome breasts. Felix took in a good eye full, and Bernadette, who wore a padded bra, was envious.
It was sleeveless, one shoulder designed… waist hugging and defining, and the 'bitch' had the hourglass figure for it…with pleats diffusing from the side seam…with a full risqué upper thigh side split.
Boy, did she have shapely fucking thighs…so perfect as to draw Felix's eyes to the slit as she eased in to sit down on the window side opposite Bernadette — adjusting her posture as the hem and fabric flounced around her ankles.
Her companion, who obviously worked out, had a tux, except it was individually tailored Italian. He sat opposite Felix.
Bernadette was worried they were first-class jet-set snobs who would soon identify middle-class professional one-off trippers of a lifetime. However, it turned out that someone so beautiful was actually really lovely…just nouveau rich.
Her husband was an app designer and had hit pay dirt with one of those file-syncing apps. Her 'Ben' was hired as part of a development team, and the filthy lucre rolled their way every month. This was their first extended luxury rail journey, too.
Margot, the blonde, was effusive and bubbly. Genuinely people-centred and a good listener as well as a conversationalist after the basics of Bernadette's job as a property solicitor…the girls were into shoes and fashion …the guy quickly found common topics in boutique beers and sport…shit their table polished off three bottles of quality wine in no time.
Then Ben insisted on aged premium liqueurs — all around and around again.
It had been an enjoyable, really long, but quickly passing, friendly evening, and they were looking forward to catching up through the trip.
Bernadette and Felix were genuinely tired and ready to leave…and were surprised that Ben and Margot joined them…all making their way through a couple of carriages back to their sleeping compartments.
They had just crossed through a carriage divide and were in the adjoining carriage, where there was a toilet alcove, when the train went through a tunnel. A shadowy female figure came out of the loo. For some reason, the lighting in their current area flickered and failed, and it was extremely dark.
Bernadette thought it was Felix's hand seeking her hand…but realised even unseen, it was female…and the other hand was already up her dress and inside her panties…feeling her fur patch and spreading her lips.
The combination of alcohol and the sheer audacity of the move had Bernadette fully excited all over her body.
Margot's lips were already playfully parting the brunette's, and her tongue was probing around her mouth. Bernadette was in new territory, but you wouldn't have known it; her tongue eagerly explored the blonde's mouth a fraction later.
Felix thought it was Bernadette's' hand in the dark but realised it was slightly more slender, and the other hand was through his zip and flicked out his cock and was tugging it up. He thought it was Margot. Then he didn't give a goddamn male care about who had his cock in hand. It was so massively mind and body pleasure generating already.
Ben was groping under a staff dress from behind the spare woman in the dark. Had to be a carriage stewardess but he didn't care. She had a tremendous shapely arse, and his fingers were spread between her butt hole and a marvellous smooth shave cunny slit quickly.
Quality pussy, and was it getting wet fast.
Bernadette's fingers were fiddling freely with Margot's parted, pleased pussy flesh… so smooth, obviously freshly shaved… the bitch. Her designer dress was quickly pushed out of the way with that massive thigh split.
No panties either, which was a sensational turn-on.
Margot was down on her knees, the brunette's carnation dress unzipped and crumpled on the train carriage floor. She peeled back Bernadette's panties to feel where her fingers had been working in the solicitor's furry flesh. Her eyes were adjusting slightly to the pitch tunnel dark. Still, it was pure fem-knowledge that guided her tongue right onto Bernadette's swollen clitty.
Fuck, the brunette arched back as the blonde's tongue hit her bud in rapid, repeated tongue-stabbing flicks.
"Oh God…oh fuck…more…more," spilled out of her potty mouth.
Felix was groaning himself as he heard his wife's rapturous response to something…he thought Ben was fucking her. Felix's pants were around his knees, as were his boxers, and his cock was getting great head from an unknown woman.
He realised it wasn't Margot as the hair was too short on the head he was holding and directing back and forth along his pecker.
Ben was dogging the young carriage stewardess. Her staff skirt up over her back and her panties, well in the heat of the moment, he had ripped the flimsy fabric in the darkness.
God, was it a sweet, warm and inviting slit. Her pussy was tight and elastic, both expanding and holding his manhood as he was driving deep into her coochie in an impelling pumping frenzy.
The stewardess had exited the toilet in the tunnel as the lights went out.
A hand was straight up her dress, and she liked the feel of the hand. It was so frickin confident. A male who knew how to treat femflesh, and she groped in the dark and did the unthinkable, unzipping the pants in front of her — as fingers behind her juiced up her gash super fast.
Shit, she was twenty, a uni student doing a summer job, and here she was in a rail tunnel squeezed between two unknown guys.
The carriage stewardess was a fan of head jobs.
Young woman love their mouths full of cock.
Felix grasped her head between his hands as she bent over the guy before her. He was directing her sweeping, enveloping, succulent gob all the way along his fulsome, fat shaft. However, it was the practised pecker filling her from behind, between her wet spread legs, that were really, really stirring her beyond known passions.
Well, it was her first time with two guys, and she had absolutely no idea who they were.
The tunnel walls were rushing past. The lights were still out.
The swooshing, clicking, rattling rush of a locomotive's speed in a confined space mirrored the sexual flurry in the murky alcove where the carriages joined.
The odd emergency spaced-out lights in the tunnel passed in a blur of swiftness, fast like this rapid bells and whistles sexual encounter.
There was concentrated activity as Bernadette swayed to the floor with Margot, pussy to face, both writhing in the dark in mutual coochie-licking fervour.
Margot, who enjoyed a girl occasionally, especially with Felix present, was also poking the solicitor's firm arsehole with a finger, working its way deeper very quickly and surprisingly very much appreciated and increasingly enjoyed by Bernadette.
There was intense momentum nearby, too, as Ben continued to rock in and out of the steward's young willing pussy. He had what can only be described as great experienced self-control as the app designer eased out of the student's sodden slurry of their naturally mixed pleasure and guided her head off Felix's cock.
Felix could have remained cock head, orally fixated all the way to cumming, so tongue dexterous and nimble-fingered was the nameless, unknown woman.
However, Felix, with Ben's direction, was banging into the unidentified female's coochie between her gorgeous-shaped rump cheeks.
Ben had prepared her love furrow for Felix's inevitable spurting and squirting after his intense head job had built up a waiting primed load of jizz.
Wow, was this petite tart sopping, but wonderfully cock wrapping skin-tight thought Felix as his cock darted and bolted in and out of her at increasing male thrusting speed. The whole experience was sensational as it was all nearly unseen.
Fiona could feel the hustle of bodily pleasure coursing through her as the train hurtled through the long, dark mountain. They would emerge into the moonlight soon, but for the moment, she was enrapt in selfish, sensual, impromptu and initially unsought sex.
She was seeking it all now, though.
Ben knew exactly what he wanted out of this unexpected shadowy situation.
The contour of twisting fem-bodies on the floor: maybe he caught their outline, perhaps he saw it with his internal mind's eye, but their effusive unrestrained fem-moans of pleasure guided his prick into Bernadette's prepped arse. Margot was a delight, a true partner when sharing another ensnared woman.
"Orrgh, ugh, ugh!" moaned Bernadette.
Ben eased his aching throbber into Bernadette's fine, constricted arsehole space as Margot kept licking her pussy. Neither knew the solicitor was an anal virgin.
The solicitor was in fem-heaven. Thrilled beyond her rapidly escalating backdoor gratification.
Fuck, Felix would be visiting this personal cavity regularly was a rare thought interrupting pure sensual pleasure.
Margot and Ben were indulging themselves in another body — both poised to squeeze an intense orgasm out of it. Working as a filthy, busy pair.
The train shot out of the tunnel.
Felix's splurge of maleness equally shot out and filled the young woman's climaxing kitten hole. He realised under the moonlight it was their carriage stewardess, Fiona.
Her piercing cry was sensational.
"Orrghhh!"
Fuck was she hot.
They both looked down at the floor and saw Bernadette's body between Margot's and Ben's.
All three bodies' rhythms seemingly swayed with the train.
Bernadette gave the most guttural of uninhibited orgasmic moans as she came gushingly.
"Uugghh! Ughh!"
Seeping fluids pooling on the carriage floor.
Fuck was she flushed as the carriage lights suddenly came back on.
Her arsehole creamed in that instant.
She was lost in sexual bliss tunnel vision, the sweep of her climax initially focussed on her back passageway but soon zooming and whizzing through her entire body like the powdered colours splattered everywhere in the Hindi festival of Holi, as the lights flickered, then burst into full brightness in the carriage alcove.
Five bodies, all caught in a luxuriating moment, all pleasure for self and then pleasure given out in the dark, now all revealed under the glare of light.
Shame, shock, dressing and dispersing were one set of options.
Ben and Margot had another set.
They rushed the willing group into their compartment.
This group had a six-day trip. Their shared sexual journey was only beginning.