Menage on a Train

  Menage on a Train

  Alice Gaines

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter One

  Who in her right mind wanted to have sex in an airplane bathroom? Not I. Mrs. Weston didn’t bring her little girl Cass up for groping in crowded, dirty toilets. For the erotic trip of a lifetime, I’d discovered something better. A luxury train through eastern European mountains.

  The tiny country of Rosnaya had two things going for it—a famous brandy made by the local monks and the train voyage through the Fyalin Pass. I’d studied the brochures for hours planning this trip. None of them mentioned the Fyalin Bore, although it drew most of the rail passengers to Rosnaya. Nor did they describe how hedonists the world around had discovered the bore’s greatest appeal. Namely, the tunnel that plunged the cars into total darkness and kept them there for half an hour. More than enough time for the most delicious sex with the perfect stranger. A mile-high club on land.

  Today, I’d boarded the train. Now, I only needed to find the right partner. The dining car was starting to fill as I made my way toward it. Several people had already paired off, each of the participants sporting a ring on one middle finger. The signal that they’d come here for sexual adventure. I twisted the gold band around my own finger and searched the crowd.

  I felt the man before I saw him. A vague tingling at the back of my neck alerted me that I was being watched. I turned my head and found him. Sitting at a table by himself, he smiled when I met his gaze, and lifted his hand to show me his own ring.

  I couldn’t really call him handsome. His nose had a bend to it—evidence of an earlier break. He had the deepest, blackest eyes, though, with thick lashes and laugh lines at the corners. He studied me with that dark gaze as I approached the table, and my stomach did a little flip. Unless something changed, this man and I would be having hot, anonymous sex in…I checked my watch…in not much more time than it took to down a glass of the local liquor.

  He rose when I got near, and pulled out the chair across from his. I sat and waited until he sat down before offering my hand.

  “Diane Johnson,” I said, using the name I’d made up for this trip. “And, you’re…”

  “I’m not as good at lying as you are, so I won’t bother with my name.”

  He didn’t say it with anger. More as a matter of fact that he’d expected me to lie about my identity but didn’t want to make the effort to remember an untruth. He gazed at me evenly as I fidgeted. It seemed I hadn’t planned this as carefully as I’d thought.

  “So,” I said after a moment. “What will I call you?”

  “You won’t need to call me anything.” He motioned for the steward. When the man in uniform appeared, my stud-to-be said something in a language I didn’t understand. The other man nodded and disappeared.

  “What did you say to him?” I asked.

  “I ordered us some brandy. It’s traditional before we enter the bore.”

  “Have you made this trip before?”

  “Never.”

  The steward approached with two snifters of brandy and set them on the table. When Dark Eyes signed the check, the man disappeared again.

  The man across from me lifted his drink. “To new friends.”

  I joined his toast. “New friends.”

  He took a drink, staring at me over the rim of his glass as he did. I sipped at the liquor and let it zing down the back of my throat.

  “So,” my man said. “How are you enjoying Rosnaya so far?”

  “It’s interesting.”

  His nostrils flared oh, so slightly. A sign of masculine interest. “It’ll get more interesting in a few minutes.”

  “Where…” I let my voice trail off. Where should we fuck? sounded too crude. Your cabin or mine? too trite.

  “I’m sharing a sleeper with my friend,” he said. “What about you?”

  I took a drink of my brandy—more than I’d sipped before. “I’m alone.”

  “We’ll go there.”

  I nodded.

  The steward yelled something I didn’t understand. I looked to my partner.

  “Last call before the tunnel,” he said. “Finish your drink.”

  Just then, another man appeared at our table. A blond. He clapped the first man on the shoulder and sat next to him. “Who’ve you got here?”

  “She says her name is Diane. What happened to your date?”

  “Said she recognized a friend.” The blond’s speech held a distinct Australian accent. “Turned tail and ran ’s more like it.”

  “Frightened her off, did you?”

  The blond grabbed his friend’s drink and finished it. He set the empty snifter back on the table. “Wretched luck.”

  Dark Eyes turned to me. “How adventurous do you feel?”

  “Me?”

  “No one sitting next to you, love,” the Aussie said.

  They both sat, looking at me. One blue pair of eyes and one black. Were they offering a threesome?

  Oh, good Lord. Two men. Two sets of hands. Two mouths. Two cocks. I’d expected adventure, but nothing like that.

  Well, why the hell not? Although I’d never been a prude, I’d never experienced anything like more than one man at once. Together, they’d likely have more stamina than one man, and I stood a good chance of finding a really big tool. I could suck the smaller one deep into my mouth while the other one entered me from behind. My pussy did a happy dance thinking of the various combinations. One man in my sex while the other teased my clit. I almost melted with anticipation at the image.

  “Let me get this right,” I said. “This is an invitation to a ménage?”

  Dark Eyes glanced at his comrade and back at me. “Why not?”

  “I thought guys didn’t like to share.”

  “We’re mates, Tom and I,” the blond said.

  I smiled at the dark one. “So, your name is Tom.”

  He jerked his thumb toward the Aussie. “Genius here’s Nigel.”

  I stuck out my hand. “Nice to meet you, Nigel.”

  Nigel grasped my fingers. “Same here.”

  “She’s Blanche DuBois,” Tom said, a wicked grin on his face. “Or, something like that.”

  “Cass Weston,” I answered. “But, I still rely on the kindness of strangers.”

  Tom got up and pulled my chair out. “Well, Cass Weston, it seems we’ll go to our place, after all.”

  The narrow corridor that led to the cabins sported the same luxury as the rest of the train. On one side, large windows gave a view of the dramatic scenery. Granite boulders with stunted trees—nature’s bonsai—clinging in crevasses. Living sculpture, decorated here and there with blankets of snow. Inside, lamps mounted in the walls reflected warm light off wood paneling. A thick Oriental rug hushed the sound of our footsteps as we approached a doorway.

  More people headed toward the sleeping compartments. All had come for the same adventure I had, but few of the women had two prospective lovers. I smiled to myself, and my skin heated. Part excitement and part shyness. I averted my gaze from the others, and when Nigel turned an antique key in the lock and slid the door aside, I crossed the threshold into even more beauty.

  The steward had laid the room out for nighttime. My own cabin featured two seats that reclined together to form a bed. This one was larger and would easily accommodate three bodies. The comforter had been turned down to reveal silken sheets of royal purple. Matching pillows were piled high on top, each adorned with a foil-wrapped chocolate.

  “They take their sin seriously in Rosnaya,” I said.

  Tom lifted a dark eyebrow. “You approve?”

  I walked to the bed and sat, smoothing my fingers on the sh
eets. “Absolutely.”

  Nigel sat beside me, picked up one of the candies and unwrapped it. After breaking it into two, he popped one half into his mouth and lifted the other piece to my lips.

  I accepted the morsel and sucked the remaining bits from his fingertips. Rich, dark chocolate, laced with a sweet liqueur. His eyes widened with surprise and delight. For good measure, I took his hand and ran my tongue over the palm.

  “Sexy as all hell,” Nigel said. He glanced up at his friend. “You have good taste, mate.”

  Tom crossed his arms over his chest and rested against the wall next to the compartment’s picture window. “You two make quite a picture. I’m glad we decided to share.”

  “So am I,” I said.

  “We’ll enter the tunnel soon,” Tom said.

  The train began the long arc of a turn, showing off the entire chain of cars. Sure enough, up ahead stood a solid wall of rock with a dark maw where the stone had given way to drills and human ingenuity. No such passage could have existed in the days of coal-burning locomotives, which would have filled the space with soot and smoke. But, electric power could take us through safely and quietly.

  We slowed as the first of the engines disappeared inside. No one with any sense could miss the parallel of a cock entering a pussy, but the image grabbed the imagination nevertheless. The train seemed to decrease its speed in order to let the pleasure of penetration linger. Indeed, at this rate, I’d have plenty of time in the darkness to enjoy both men to the maximum.

  We seemed to inch forward as the tunnel swallowed up car after car. When our turn came, the blackness suddenly enveloped us.

  Instantly, my other senses went on alert. The mattress beneath me, the lingering taste of chocolate in my mouth, the hum of the engines that seemed to throb through the floorboards. The sounds of men undressing came next: buckles being unbuckled, zippers unzipped and shoes hitting the floor. Two weights settled onto the bed—one on either side of me—and fingers went to my clothing.

  I lifted my hand a few inches in front of my face but could make nothing out, the darkness was so profound. One of the men grasped my ankle, slipped off my shoe and massaged the arch of my foot. I hadn’t bothered with stockings, so his fingers worked directly against my skin. He rubbed all over, even separating my toes and pulling gently on them. He repeated the process with my other foot, smoothing out the aches on the ball and limbering my ankle.

  Who would have thought of a foot as an erogenous zone? Either Nigel or Tom, obviously. I could have purred with pleasure. So intent on the magic his hands created, I almost missed the tug of my own zipper being lowered from the neckline of my dress to below the waist. Hands smoothed the garment over my shoulders and down my arms. Air washed over my shoulders and chest, and my nipples puckered against the lace of my bra. While one man’s hands skimmed upward over my calf, another’s lips slid into the hollow at the base of my neck, and his breath heated my skin.

  I hadn’t imagined that the moments would pass like this. Fucking in total anonymity, yes. A sensual assault on every part of my body, no. My heartbeat quickened into a fluttering in my chest. The onset of true arousal. Yet, they’d hardly touched me. Soon, we’d all be naked, our bodies melded as one and then the other thrust his cock into me. With no distractions from the raw sensation, I’d feel every inch. As in my hottest dreams, nothing would exist but my own lust. Only this time, not one but two lovers would strive to satisfy me, and they’d be real, not illusory.

  My bra clasp popped open, and the man pushed those straps off me, too. Now free of their confinement, my breasts grew supersensitive. When a hand closed over one and the palm grazed the already-erect nipple, tiny shocks of pleasure raced through me toward my belly and below.

  The hand that had stroked my calf now traveled upward over my thigh. I closed my useless eyes and parted my legs in invitation for him to touch me more intimately. His fingers moved up and down, never touching my pussy, but it moistened, anyway. A mouth closed over my other breast, sucking and running its tongue around the tip. The first man did the same on his side, and I sighed my approval. I stroked both heads and let my fingers sift through their hair. I’d noticed the color, but not the length or texture, and so had no clue to their identities. But, who cared? With both my nipples hardened into points and a hand nearing my pussy, how exactly all this delight had come about didn’t matter. It only mattered that it wouldn’t stop until I’d shattered in climax after climax.

  Fingers brushed my panties finally, and came away wet. Whoever touched me there massaged my own juices into the skin of my thigh and then touched me again—more firmly this time.

  I moaned and trembled as my spine went limp. Damn, I’d known I was excited but not this excited. He could make me come doing that, but my first orgasm always felt the sweetest, and putting it off as long as possible would heighten the tension and make the ultimate release all the more powerful.

  As if sensing that they should slow down, both men straightened, and one guided me onto my back among the cushions. The other gripped my dress and pulled. I lifted my hips to help him, and he removed the rest of my clothing in one movement. Now, I lay completely naked, as the train rocked gently on its tracks and the power of the engines seemed to thrum through me.

  The same crinkling of foil sounded as when Nigel had opened the chocolate to feed it to me. Again, the sweetness parted my lips, but this time, my lover held it in his own mouth. We kissed, sharing the liqueur while we devoured each other. Our tongues touched and withdrew while our breaths came hot and fast.

  The third packet opened somewhere between my legs, and after a moment, the other man spread the lips of my sex and worked something inside me. It melted, as the candy had on my tongue, and blended with my own wetness. Then he covered my sex with his mouth and lapped at me with his tongue.

  Ye gods! He was eating chocolate from my pussy the same way his friend had done with my mouth. Could anything be more wicked or more divine? While one man continued savoring my lips with his own, the other sucked and licked at the lips between my legs.

  The rest of the world slipped away, leaving only a red haze of need. Hands stroked my breasts now and toyed with my nipples, while a tongue caressed the folds of my sex. When he rasped against my clit, my body arched up into him. I couldn’t take much more of this without climaxing. And yet, I couldn’t make him stop if my life depended on it.

  The other man stretched out next to me, and pulled his body next to mine. Rigid flesh pressed against my hip. His erection, and it felt like a large one. For now, its size hardly mattered. Not with the face between my thighs driving me past endurance. He flicked at my nub and then pulled the sensitive flesh into his mouth. The fire in my core raged out of control. I could only fight for breath and let him push me higher. Toward a plateau from which I’d launch into the stars and come with a force I’d never felt before.

  He sucked harder and faster. As if he knew I’d reached the breaking point. I clutched at the cushion beside me, bit my lip and held on. This was ecstasy not to waste. Every second I could fight the inevitable would heighten the pleasure.

  Make it last. Please. Please! Make it last.

  Finally, I had no choice but to give in. As the waves of passion caught me up and lifted me into oblivion, I let my cries build to tell him not to stop. He stayed with me, pressing and rolling my clit until my inner muscles contracted and then burst into powerful spasms that kept on going deep inside me as the climax went on for long seconds. When it ended, I went as limp as a pile of rags. Whimpering, as the echoes of my orgasm still fluttered along the length of my pussy. Amazing.

  “Oh, my,” I whispered when I had the strength. “You’re really good at that.”

  The man between my legs scooted upward and rested his head on my belly.

  I stroked his hair. “Tom?”

  Neither of them said a word.

  “Nigel?” I tried.

  Still, nothing.

  “You’re not going to tell me who’
s who, are you?”

  The one beside me chuckled, but nothing in that gave me a clue to his accent—Aussie or American? Damn, why hadn’t I paid more attention to the differences between them? At about the same height and build, only their speech separated them in the dark, and clearly, they didn’t plan to speak. I might encounter one or more of them later during the trip, and it’d be nice to know which one of them could give oral sex so good it took the top of my head off. Still, I had a few treats awaiting me.

  I reached to the hard-on still pressed against my side. Now fully conscious, my brain could appreciate its size and shape. The thing was massive—a shaft so thick at the base my fingers had to stretch to reach around it. After inches and inches of stiff flesh, it ended in a head that almost filled my palm. The male member of every heated feminine fantasy. But in reality, a woman would need a lot of stimulation to take something so large inside her without pain.

  Somehow, I’d manage. You didn’t get a chance at such a well-endowed man very often. In fact, I’d take my memories of this lovemaking to my grave.

  I ran my fingers down his length to the sac at the base. Very carefully, I massaged his balls. “Do you like this?”

  All I got in reply was a stifled groan.

  The other man moved next to me and groped for my free hand. When he found it, he placed it on his own erection. Also impressive, it offered delights of its own. If he used his cock as well as he did his mouth, he’d give me a wild ride in preparation for accepting his friend’s bulk into my pussy.

  I caressed them both now, stroking each member with equal speed and pressure. So much male flesh, and all of it for my enjoyment.

  “I’ll reward the first one who tells me who he is,” I said.

  Still, neither of them answered. I pumped both cocks, and my cunning lover’s grew harder and thicker until it approached the dimensions of his friend’s.

  “I’ll go down on the first man who speaks,” I said. Hell, I planned to suck on both of these beauties, but they didn’t have to know that right this minute. I turned to the man who’d eaten me so expertly. “You must like getting oral sex as much as you like giving it.”