I kissed her again passionately, greedily, our lips sliding, caressing, my tongue in her mouth, still pushing against her, thrusting again and again into her cunt as my hands found her blouse, frantically unbuttoning it, sliding my hands over her breasts, caressing them through her lace brassiere. Her plea for me to cum in her mouth was still ringing in my ears, the temptation so great, my cock throbbing again inside her as I imagined it - I fully intended to do precisely that, but her first orgasm hadn't been enough for me - I wanted to feel her come like that again, wanted to feel the intensity of her orgasm as I fucked her deliciously.
The door was still rattling behind her - I pulled her away from it, slipping my throbbing erection from her cunt - she began to kneel down, eager for the taste of me, but I pulled her back up: "Turn around Vanessa... face the wall... lean against it..."
She did as instructed, her hands pressed against the wall as I moved behind her, tugging her skirt up around her waist, uncovering her delightful bottom, which she pushed out towards me in invitation. I slipped a hand down between her thighs, my fingers skidding over her wet lips, sliding up to her clit, rubbing, stroking - she gasped in response, shuddering again, grinding back against my fingers, gasping again: "ohh god please... please fuck me..."
It was almost all I could take - holding back my orgasm again, I slipped my hands around her hips, pulling her back onto me as the head of my cock found her sex, and I thrust, hard and deep inside her, hearing her groan urgently as my cock filled her, starting to fuck her from behind, my cock sliding deliciously in and out, in and out, harder, faster, tugging her open blouse off her shoulders, unclipping her brassiere and throwing that to the floor of the compartment too, leaning over her as I fucked her, my hands sliding over her naked breasts, cupping them, squeezing her nipples in my fingertips, pushing and moving gorgeously together, the rhythm of the train urging us on.
There was a quiet knock at the door. "Room service?" came the polite request. I attempted to compose myself for a polite refusal, but Vanessa answered first: "Yes, come in!". My mind veered into panic - what was she doing? I began to rapidly withdraw from her, hoping to god I could get my trousers back on in the couple of seconds it would take for the waiter to come through the door, but she slipped a hand quickly around my bottom, holding me inside her. I had no time to protest before the door opened, my shock probably as profound as that of the waiter as he stepped into the compartment, momentarily transfixed by the view in front of him.
"Oh my god, I'm sorry," he fumbled, about to back out of the door again, but Vanessa looked towards him over her shoulder. "Please," she gasped, "come in, it's fine, if you want to watch us, it's fine...". "God..." he whispered, blushing, his gaze everywhere, still taking it in - he couldn't have been older than 18 or 19 - had he ever seen anything like this before? "I... I have to do room service...". Vanessa pushed back onto my cock, pulling her skirt up higher around her waist to give the young waiter a better view. "I want you to watch us," she gasped, "don't you want to see me come?". The waiter groaned audibly. "Close the door," whispered Vanessa, "people will see". Breathing hard, his fingers almost trembling on the door handle, he closed it behind him, still standing there just a few feet away from us, unable to tear his gaze from us as we pushed and moved together.
I was too far gone to care now - Vanessa was looking at him, her cunt so wet around my cock, sliding, squeezing, groaning as I fucked her, so close to her orgasm. "Show me your cock," she gasped to the boy, "stroke it for me". "God..." he murmured, tugging down his trousers, his underwear, a startlingly erect cock springing into view, already hot and swollen, his trembling fingers gripping it, sliding up and down, masturbating in the same rhythm that I fucked her, surely imagining his own cock sliding deep into her cunt, fucking her hard. His gaze was fixed on our bodies urgently fucking right in front of him, my cock dripping wet as I thrust harder and deeper into her from behind, her back arching as I squeezed her breasts, needing to come again. I could hear the slap of the boy's hand around his cock, masturbating more urgently now, keeping rhythm with us - I could tell from the urgency of his breath that he wouldn't last long, his cock sounding wet and very erect.
For Vanessa it was all too much - she glanced over to him again, seeing his face flushed, his hand rubbing harder around his straining cock, wet with his precum, masturbating urgently - she couldn't take any more - I felt her cunt spasm around my thrusting cock, a gush of her wetness suddenly splashing over it, streaming down my length, over my balls, and she stifled a scream as she started to come, groaning, shuddering, bucking wildly on my cock, her body rippling with delicious convulsions as her cunt poured its wetness all over my throbbing erection.
I heard the young waiter groan intensely, his hand slapping around his erection - I couldn't take any more either - I groaned urgently, ramming my cock deep into her dripping cunt, crying out intensely, my cum surging up the length of my cock, spurting hard, deep inside her cunt, again, and again, and again - I heard the boy cry out - suddenly he was right next to her - and I watched in intense fascination, my cock still throbbing hard, spurting my cum deep inside her, as her hand grasped his swollen erection, giving it a couple of quick strokes, tugging him to her mouth, her tongue snaking over the head of his swollen cock, and he groaned long and loud, his spunk splashing from his cock, spurting a long string of cum onto her face, and another, and another, covering her in his slick wet cum... her cunt still squeezing and pulsing around my cock, milking the last of my spunk from my erection, holding me deep inside her... the three of us gasping, trembling... the intensity of our orgasms washing over us, the rhythm of the tracks matching the pulse of my cock inside her, as the Orient Express continued it's journey to Paris...
to be continued...