Chapter 808: Indulgence on the Southbound Train
Kevin returned home just as Bethany was coming out of the kitchen with a steaming plate of bread. Seeing her son enter, she glared at him and said, "Where have you been so early in the morning? You're always running around aimlessly."
"Mom, I went to the park in the south for morning exercise," Kevin said with a cheeky smile. "And I needed to practice my oral English. I didn't want to disturb you, so I didn't tell you."
"Oh, that's more like it," Bethany's anger quickly turned to joy. She put down the bread and smiled, "Go call Caroline for breakfast. I'll take her to the shop this morning."
Kevin walked to the bedroom door and knocked. The door quickly opened, and Caroline stood there, already dressed, though her face was flushed, her hair slightly disheveled, and her eyes moist. She looked at the boy with a seductive smile and said, "You ran pretty fast."
As she spoke, she quickly brushed her hand against Kevin's crotch before walking out of the bedroom.
After breakfast, Bethany took Caroline to the shop, while Kevin stayed home to do his homework. Remembering that he hadn't reached Audrey last night, he picked up his phone and called her again, but it still didn't go through. He found it strange, wondering what was going on with Audrey. Even if her phone was dead, she should have charged it by now.
Could it be that Audrey and Lucas were making love all night and didn't even have time to charge the phone? Thinking of Audrey's sexy and alluring body writhing under a man, Kevin felt a pang of jealousy and guilt over his affair with Caroline began to fade. He even felt a bit of self-abandonment. Since he had no chance with Audrey, why not fully indulge his desires? Perhaps that way, he could forget about Audrey.
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Meanwhile, a southbound train was quietly stopped in a tunnel. The dim lights inside the train revealed passengers with anxious faces, chattering away.
It turned out that the train had encountered a severe landslide at the tunnel's exit the previous night, blocking the way. Surrounded by mountains, rescue teams had difficulty reaching them, and the train had been stuck since last night. The passengers were complaining but helpless, waiting in vain for the rescue teams to clear the landslide.
In the sleeper car, everyone was bored, lying on their bunks. Because the train was in the tunnel, the phone signal was very weak, making it impossible to make calls or browse social media. Many had not slept well and decided to cover themselves with blankets and continue sleeping.
Audrey lay on her bunk, holding her phone, looking at the faint signal indicator, feeling anxious. The train had been stuck all night with no sign of moving. She wanted to call Lucas but couldn't get through. Her husband must be worried sick.
All she could do now was wait patiently. Who would have thought that her first trip away from home would encounter such a situation? She sighed, put down her phone, and tried to rest, but then she heard a muffled panting sound nearby. Feeling curious, she turned her head and saw the blanket on the opposite lower bunk bulging and moving continuously. It was clear that someone was active under there.
That lower bunk had been sold to a couple by Herbert. At this moment, the two were clearly engaged in an intimate activity under the blanket.
Hearing the man's heavy breathing and the woman's sharp, drawn-out moans, Audrey's face turned red. She was all too familiar with those sounds, the moans of a woman in ecstasy. Her nerves seemed to be lightly plucked, her heart pounding, and her body heating up.
The temperature in the car was high, making it hard to breathe. The movements on the opposite lower bunk grew louder, even producing the sound of flesh slapping together, like drumbeats in Audrey's heart. She couldn't help but tense up, her plump thighs pressing together and rubbing. Her groin felt a tingling sensation, as if something was about to seep out.
These two were too bold, daring to make love in broad daylight in the train car, and so brazenly. Audrey was horrified and instinctively wanted to escape, but her legs were weak and powerless. Besides, everyone else seemed to be sleeping, and getting up now might draw attention, making it even more awkward. She could only turn over and cover her head with the blanket, pretending to sleep. But the muffled sounds of their activities still reached her ears, disturbing her peace, her body heating up, her full breasts rising and falling.
On the opposite upper bunk, Herbert was peeking down with a lecherous expression. He hadn't expected the couple below to be so enthusiastic, engaging in such activities in broad daylight. Did they find it too boring and decided to put on a live show for him?
But as he looked down, he could only see the blanket moving. Imagining the intense scene beneath, Herbert felt a burning desire. His lower body began to swell. He quickly took out a half-length candle from his pocket and lit it with a lighter. The candle emitted a white smoke that slowly spread around.
The candle was made of special materials, colorless and odorless, causing anyone who inhaled it to quickly fall unconscious but without harm to their body. Herbert always carried it with him when he picked locks, just in case. He had taken the antidote in advance, so he wouldn't be affected.
After a few minutes, the compartment fell silent, and the movements on the lower bunk ceased. Herbert blew out the candle, climbed down from his middle bunk, and slowly lifted the blanket on the lower bunk.
Sure enough, inside, the bald man and the seductive woman were both naked. The woman lay on her stomach, her white buttocks raised, with the man penetrating her from behind. Their lower bodies were still connected, like conjoined twins. The man's hand was grasping one of her delicate white breasts, his head covered in sweat, showing that they had been in the midst of intense activity.
Herbert felt a surge of lust, licking his dry lips. He had lit the candle intending to rob the passengers while they were unconscious, as he had fled the county with only a few hundred dollars, which wasn't enough. The bald man looked like a rich target. But seeing this erotic scene, he couldn't resist his desires. He hadn't been with a woman in days, and now his penis was straining against his underwear, aching with need.
He pushed the bald man's heavy body to the side, revealing the woman's naked form. Her smooth, white skin, slender waist, perky buttocks, and full thighs made Herbert's heart race. This woman's body was exceptional.
He reached out to touch her smooth, white thigh, quickly moving to her soft buttocks, squeezing them. The sensation of her firm, smooth flesh made a fire blaze within him. This buttocks were full and soft, smooth and white, making him drool. He had played with many women, but he loved big buttocks the most. This woman's buttocks were perfect for his taste. No wonder the bald man had chosen this position. Herbert shared his preference, but now he was the one to enjoy it.
Herbert kneaded her fleshy buttocks, changing their shape. Despite being unconscious, the woman’s body trembled slightly, as if resisting the violation or yearning for a lover’s caress.
Damn, she's sensitive, Herbert thought, pressing his face against her smooth, tender buttocks, rubbing and licking them, savoring the feel. Just her buttocks alone could keep him entertained for a day.
He couldn't wait any longer. He spread her buttocks, revealing her plump, juicy vulva. Her labia were thick and moist, spreading apart to show the pink slit inside, glistening with nectar.
"What a juicy pussy," Herbert exclaimed, delighted. He licked her labia and clitoris, causing the woman's body to tense, her slit contracting as if unable to bear the stimulation. Her juices flowed freely, while the bald man snored loudly, unaware that his woman's lower body was being violated by another man's tongue.
"It's time for the main event," Herbert said after a while, pulling off his pants and positioning his erect penis at her entrance. He slowly pushed into her tight, slippery vagina. Because she had been in the middle of intercourse, her vagina was filled with fluids, making it easy for him to penetrate. He thrust deep inside, moving like a piston, making her white, full body tremble without any reaction. Her arms hung limply by her sides, letting the short man behind her have his way.
"Damn, she's tight," Herbert muttered, thrusting his thick penis in and out of her tight vagina. His penis was not very long, only about ten centimeters when erect, but it was extremely thick, like a child's wrist. Each thrust would make women scream, feeling as if they were being torn apart. If she hadn't been unconscious and already lubricated, she would have passed out from the pain.
Herbert's thick, short penis moved in and out of her tight vagina, his hands fondling her buttocks and breasts. He felt a bit regretful. Though this kind of assault was safe, it lacked the thrill of a woman's struggle and resistance, making it feel like necrophilia, devoid of the satisfaction of conquering a woman's body and mind.
Worried about the possibility of a conductor checking the compartments, Herbert thrust over a hundred times before ejaculating his thick semen into her vagina. He pulled out, slapped her buttocks a few times, and covered them with the blanket, satisfied that she would think it was the bald man who had ejaculated inside her when she woke up.
Herbert then took a thick wad of cash from the man's wallet, roughly three to four thousand dollars, and pocketed it, feeling elated. This southbound trip was turning out to be quite lucky, bringing him both money and pleasure. He was about to climb back to his bunk when he glanced at Audrey lying on the opposite lower bunk and regretted not targeting her first.
The compartment was hot and dimly lit, with the beautiful woman lying there, her breasts gently heaving, her vagina exposed. Herbert couldn't resist the urge to assault Audrey.
"It's time," Herbert thought, unable to hold back any longer. He supported himself on the bed, thrusting his pelvis forward, aiming his penis at Audrey's vagina. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his palm, causing him to groan and fall to the floor. He saw a hole in his right palm, bleeding. He quickly wrapped his hand with a piece of the bed sheet, hearing faint footsteps in the corridor, possibly a conductor coming to check.
"Damn it," Herbert cursed, covering himself with the blanket and pretending to sleep.
"Everyone wake up, the train is moving," a conductor called out, walking down the corridor with a loudspeaker. The passengers in the compartment woke up, and the train began to move slowly.
Audrey opened her eyes slowly, feeling a splitting headache and weak all over. After a while, she felt better and noticed the scenery outside the window moving. She was overjoyed that the train was finally moving.
"Audrey, thank goodness, the train is moving," Dave's excited voice came from the middle bunk. "Last night was unbearable."
"Yes, it's finally moving," Audrey replied.
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