Riding the EuroTrail

[chanaud]

Mike was a mad animal, plunging in deep, making me wince with pain. A pleasure pain! He didn't even allow me to adjust to his size. My inner walls are resilient and soon I was thrusting back with him.

My knuckles matched the cold white hard sink gripping for balance as Mike grabbed my hips and took control. He pulled me forwards and backwards, using me like a rag doll. My breathing enraged now. My moans of passion filled the air.

"Oh yesssss....yessssssss...... oh gawd, yessssssss"

Mike's sweat was pouring off him and onto my back. I looked back in the mirror and can see his eyes covered with lust. His teeth gritted in hard concentration. I wish I was able to see what he was watching - my quivering swollen lips taking his thick rod mercifully.

He knew I was close now. My inner walls were throbbing, grasping, milking him. He looked up in the mirror and met my eyes as his hand rubbed my nub furiously, matching his strokes and........

"Oh myyyyyyyyyyy gaaaaaaaaaaaaawd....I'm Cuuuuuuumminnngggggggggg"

Waves and waves of pleasure coursed through my body, releasing his own.

 

[ariosto]

Mike's orgasm lept up and consumed him as he felt her cumming. He thrust into her with abandon, wildly ejaculating his own hot spend to mix with her own.
He collapsed on her back, still buried hot and thick inside her, both of them gasping for air.


Attention... Paris... nous veuillez arriver a Paris en quinze minutes!

The train was indeed beginning to slow and a quick look out the window showed the pastoral countryside had given way to urban sprawl.

"Sarah, much as I hate to stop,"
and he gave one more long, slow, delicious thrust before he withdrew,
"We better clean up and get dressed. We have to be off this train as soon as it pulls into the station!"

 

[chanaud]

We cleaned ourselves off with the soft white towels and hot water from the sink's taps. Not exchanging any words, I wondered how we would part our ways. Mike was humming a tune and seemed so smug and cheerful. I knew I was just another port for him. The thought saddened me.

"Get over yourself," I told myself. He's just a brute and I'll soon be forgotten when the train stops in it's tracks. I came to Europe for an adventure and Mike came with the package.

Fully recovered now, I looked just as fresh as I arrived. Just then, the 'EuroTrail' came to a screeching halt.

We picked up our appropriate bags. Extending my hand, I initiated the goodbyes, "Well, this is our stop. It's been nice and....good luck."

I turned quickly and blended into the crowd.

 

[ariosto]

Writing as Jules and Roland

Sarah was still nervous about her hasty decision to bail out on Mike, but hell this was supposed to be a fun vacation not a 'life and death' adventure movie!
She kept looking back to see if he was following her and was a bit disapointed that he wasn't. Damn! What kind of danger could she be in anyway. Just because she knew his name, who he was and...
She stepped out of the station into the bright sunshine of a Paris morning and right into the arms of two very large men who began pushing her towards a big black car idling at the curb.

"Hey wait a minute!",
she began to protest.
"Fermés mademoiselle, ou nous vous blessera!"
The short man whispered in her ear and jerked her arm high behind her back. She started to scream and the tall good looking one snapped a switchblde in front of her face, put a finger to his lips and said,"Shhhhhhhhhh."

Once inside the car, sandwiched between the two men, she really began to panic. Even as they pulled out into morning traffic. The short stocky one was running his hand up her leg and grinning maniacaly.
"Let me introduce ourselves."
The tall one said.
"I am called Roland, and my anxious friend here is Jules. Jules would like to rape you fast, but..."
He laid his hand over his friend's, stopping it at mid thigh.
"...but, I won't let him. Not if you tell us all we want to know."


Mike watched them push her into the car with alarm. The silly kid!. Damnit!
He could leave her of course, forget about her. She didn't really know that much anyway. But...
DAMN!
He ran out into the street and flagged down a taxi.
It was to late.
The black car had disappeared.

 

[chanaud]

It all happened in a flash! I was standing outside the train station, waving for a taxi and immediately, someone grabbed me and forced me into a car.

It finally dawned on me who my abductors were as Roland's hand crept up my thigh. Moaning softly, my legs gave way and parted slowly. I turned to him and kissed him fully on the mouth.

"It's about time, you showed up! How fucking long do I have to stand out in the open and risk being recognized."

My hands reached for my eyes and out popped two blue contact lens, revealing black coal eyes.

"Next time take it easy on the blade, will ya? You almost got me there."

 

[ariosto]

Jules laughed and leaning down began kissing her ivory skinned thighs while Roland's hands slipped into her blouse and cupped her warm breasts.
Her mouth parted to accept the Secret Agent's tongue and she shuddered as Jules lips began brushing closer and closer to her sex.

They'd been a team for a very long time. Sharing deadly risks and each other in highly dangerous assignments all over the world.
Roland Daumier, Jules LeBlanc and Marie Chanaud were perhaps the most skilled team of free lance agents in the violent world of international intrigue and espionage.
Now they were rejoicing in their reunion. In the back seat of the black Limo as it sped through the streets of Paris.

"So tell me, this Michael guy...how was he?"
Roland whispered against her breasts as he slowly pulled down the small lacey bra that so ineffectually covered her eager bosom.

She gasped feeling Jules warm breath against her sex as he pulled the matching panties to one side and prepared to tease her with his tongue. Jules was a master at cunnilingus. He was called in knowledgeable circles..."The Tongue"
Roland's mouth closed over her taught, straining nipples and she was barely able to speak, the passion rising in her with every stoplight...

"He...He was...a...a mediocre fuck. Nothing at all like...THISSSSSSSS!"
Jules best atribute was working it's way from her clit down between her swelling labia and with a small thrust...
he was inside.