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  “You will. Now shut up, and let me fuck you.”

  I wanted to reply, but as her tongue prodded me, leaving a swath of heated wetness, the words died in my mouth. The sensation was so deliciously wicked; I closed my eyes, reveling in the new and unique feeling. She held my cheeks apart, while she licked across the bumpy edges of my rectum. I didn’t want to enjoy it, but I was helplessly drowning in the decadence of the treatment.

  “You’re opening nicely.”

  “Oh, Millie…this is dirty.” She pressed her tongue in further, softening the tight bands of muscles. The more she did this, the better it felt.

  “I’m curious.”

  I raised my head. “About what?”

  “If you’re aroused.” Her finger brushed against my slit.

  “Oh, my!”

  “You’re very wet.”

  She stroked an area so sensitive it began to throb and vibrate. I lifted my ass into the air. “Oh! OH!”

  “I think you like that.” I moaned in reply. “I know what I’ll do now.” Soft kisses fell to my heated flesh, as a finger began to slide into my wetness. I hid my face in the pillow, and, when she licked my anus, I shuddered with the onslaught of a thousand pleasurable spasms. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes, Millie,” I gasped. “Oh…yes.”

  “Good.”

  Her attention centered on my orifices, one hand rubbing my slit, thereby brushing my clit, while her tongue drove into the constricted bands of my hole. This had me panting, low and shallow, the air barely getting in deep enough to sustain me. I sounded as if I had been running, but I didn’t want her to stop. A finger slid deep, my virgin pussy stretching to accommodate it. All the while, her tongue bathed my rectum, as copious amounts of saliva dribbled to the bedding.

  “Oh, Milly. It’s so good. Sooo…good.” She said nothing, but in response, a second finger breached my honeyed walls. “Yes!” I thrust my ass up, driving her tongue in deeper. “More! Do it to me more!” The first time she had entered me, several weeks ago, it had hurt. Now there was nothing but mind-blowing pleasure, and I didn’t want it to end. She began to rub something so sensitive; my panting sounded louder than the rumblings of the train. “I can’t! I can’t! Oh, God,” I cried, my entire body trembling. “It’s so good!” She said nothing, because her tongue was so far in my bottom, I could feel it wiggling back and forth, wrapping around the inner edges of my muscles. This, coupled with her fingers, sent me over the edge, like a boat in a whirlpool. “Millie! OH! MILLIE!” I shuddered, sputtering something incoherent, collapsing against the pillow, while she reamed my pussy, increasing the pleasure of each and every convulsion.

  “I knew you’d like it.”

  “It was wicked good. Oh, Lord. I’ll have to confess on Sunday.”

  “You’re not Catholic,” she laughed. “Leave the confessing to me. I’m the bigger sinner.”

  I turned to look at her. “You’ve corrupted me. No man could pleasure me like you do. That’s the truth, isn’t it?”

  Her expression was vague. “They don’t know the first thing about women, Sarah. I don’t want to lie to you. They get drunk, they rut, and five minutes later, it’s over.”

  “Is it really that bad?”

  “My Shaun was like that.”

  I sat up and hugged her. “I’m sorry. Thank you for being honest. You’ve been keeping that a secret for a long time.”

  Her arms went around me. “I love the feel of a woman, Sarah. I love the softness and the closeness. I’ve always been drawn to them.” Her tone lowered to a husky drawl. “There’s something I want you to do to me.”

  I glanced at her. “What’s that?”

  Her smile was mischievous.

  Chapter Three

  She lay against the pillow, spreading her legs. The thatch of strawberry blonde hair in her center had been trimmed. We both preferred to keep the unruly hair under some semblance of control. Getting rid of it altogether would be a dream, but only whores practiced that type of thing.

  “What do you want me to do to you?”

  Her fingers dipped into her snatch. “Come lick me. Make me wet.”

  “You’re already wet.”

  “Make me drip.”

  I touched her leg. “You like it when I do that, don’t you?”

  “You know I do.”

  “Haven’t you ever had a man who’s satisfied you? Wasn’t Shaun able? Not even once?”

  “No, my dear. Men are clueless. The only true pleasure I’ve ever found was with a woman. Why do you think I haven’t remarried? I’d rather have secret sex and have it satisfying, than a drunk brute who shits the bed.”

  “Millie!” I laughed. “That’s far too descriptive.”

  “When you’re married and your husband leaves you longing for more, send a letter, and I’ll visit.” She sat up and moved the hair out of my face. “I’ll do all those naughty things you like, and you’ll tremble under my tongue, screaming with pleasure.”

  “Oh, Millie. You really are a wicked woman.”

  “We have so few advantages, Sarah. I know you dream of marriage and a house and children, but none of that can make you feel as good as I can. When your husband finds a mistress and your bed is cold, I can warm you.” She touched my tummy. “I’ll light the fire inside of you, and you’ll crave me.”

  “You’re shameless. If my mother knew of your perversions, she’d never have let you chaperone me.”

  “I’ve heard a tale or two about your mother.”

  This had my attention. “What have you heard?”

  “It’s of no matter now, my dear. We can discuss it later.” She took my hand. “Won’t you touch me?”

  “Of course.”

  She reclined on the bed. “I want your tongue here and your fingers in me here.”

  “That’s quite specific.” My grin was mildly sheepish.

  “We shouldn’t be afraid to express what we want.”

  “And we aren’t.”

  “This is our private sanctuary. No one has to know what we do.”

  “And no one will,” I giggled. “I do so enjoy being corrupted. I love what you did to me. It was so naughty.”

  “Maybe you can do it to me someday.”

  “I should.”

  She pointed to her pussy. “Come lick me, darling. I’m aching for you.”

  I settled between her thighs, inhaling a mildly musky odor. “You’re already wet.”

  “You’ve done this to me.”

  “I’m going to do more to you than that.”

  “Yes,” she breathed. “I want your tongue.”

  I kissed her thigh, feeling her heated skin. Tiny kisses led me to the shorn thatch of pubic hair and her little nub, which wasn’t so little. My clitoris was small and hidden, but Millie’s was the size of a marble, and it protruded when she was aroused. The lump thrust out, waiting for me to play with it.

  “Oh, girl. Do it.”

  “Patience, Millie. Patience.”

  “I’m not a bloody doctor! I want you to fuck me.”

  “My goodness. I’m getting there.” Her fierce Irish nature was in evidence. “I love your little nub. It’s so big.”

  She threw her head against the pillow. “Suck on the damn thing, will you!”

  I smacked her thigh. “You’re being a brat. Now stop that.”

  “Ooohh…” she hissed through her teeth, “just suck me!” My tongue touched the tip of the protruding lump. “Yes, girl, yes! More of that. More!” She grabbed my hand. “Put your fingers in me. Start with two, and work your way up. Don’t be shy. Don’t stop until they’re all in there.”

  I gasped, “Millie!” The violence of her passion was somewhat astounding.

  “Just do it.”

  “Something’s gotten into you.”

  “I want you in me!” My mouth closed around the little bead. “Oh, yes! Oh, God.”

  I settled in, scooting closer. Then I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting her saltiness. My thumbs separated
her labia, exposing her dripping hole. The first time I had done this I had been less than eager to enter something that wet and musky. But, now, it didn’t bother me at all, and, as I wiggled inside of her, I was rewarded with low and guttural moans. Leaving the sodden hole, I focused on the protruding clitoris, which was something fun to play with. The lump had grown even bigger, jutting from her flesh. I pushed against it with my tongue, eliciting another round of gasps and moans. Then, as I slid a finger inside of her, I closed around the object, massaging it with my tongue. I knew I had to be gentle, because it was highly sensitive, and, if I stimulated her too harshly, the pleasure would become pain…and we certainly couldn’t have that.

  “Oh-oh-oh! More fingers! More fingers!”

  A second drove in easily, and I thought to give the third, but I was too busy compressing her clit between my lips. I played with the tiny cock, licking and prodding it, over and over.

  “More fingers, girl!” she hissed. “Now!”

  “As you wish.”

  A third joined the two, and I slid them in and out, massaging her passage, which gleamed with wetness. All the while, I focused on her nub, laving it persistently. Her tummy rose and fell with each breath. She’d closed her eyes, and her hands had curled into fists, which rested on her sides. It was exciting to know that I could affect a person in this way, that my touch and skill at lovemaking could make a woman pant and moan and scream with pleasure.

  “More!”

  A fourth finger drove in deep, opening her further. I rotated my wrist carefully, easing into something that felt hot and wet. Her muscles clamped around me, contracting and releasing. My tongue worked the engorged nub, leaving it dripping with saliva, which ran down her buttcrack to the bedding.

  “Oh, yes…more…the whole hand. I want it all…please.”

  “Doesn’t it hurt?” I was mildly alarmed.

  “No, girl. Stop sucking, and focus on giving me everything I want.” She manipulated her swollen clitoris. “Fuck me good. Don’t hold back.”

  “Millie!”

  “Your hands are small. It’s marvelous. I adore the feeling.”

  The wetness of her orifice lubricated my hand, allowing it to slide in further. While she stroked herself, I drove deeper, burying my hand to the wrist. “It’s in now.”

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Keep doing that. It’s lovely, my dear. Ooohh…sooooo…lovely…”

  “This is dirty, Millie.”

  “Call me names. Call me a whore.”

  “I can’t do that,” I gasped.

  “Fuck me harder, and call me a whore. Do it!” She worked her clit feverishly; the hardened object was fully engorged.

  “You’re a dirty whore, Millie. Is that what you want to hear?”

  “Yes!”

  “Your sexual needs are immoral.”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “You took my virginity.”

  “Oh, dear Lord, I did.”

  “Are you sorry for that?”

  “No.”

  “You shameless slut. You dirty whore!”

  “Oh, Sarah…” She moaned so loud, I thought the porter might hear. “I’m sooooo…oh, dear…God…have mercy.”

  I increased the pressure, rotating my hand and massaging her deeply. Her pussy clamped around me, the wetness reached above my wrist. “You’re a whore, Millie! You filthy slut.”

  “Ooohhh…Sarah…oooohhhh…” She shuddered, her head lifting off the pillow, while her tummy quivered and her thighs shook. The muscles in her cunt contracted, gripping my hand like a vice. “Ooohhh…Lord…that was good. That was exactly what I needed.”

  My hand slid free. “We need to wash up.”

  “Oh, Sarah. That was marvelous. You’ll have to do that to me again soon. I adore having a hand in me.”

  I felt quite smug at the moment. “I’m learning a good bit on this trip. It’s been rather educational.”

  “You silly trollop!” She hugged me. “I’ll miss you when you’re married and settled.”

  “You’ll have to visit,” I grinned, “often.”

  The next day we sat in the dining car enjoying lunch. I ate salmon cutlets, while Millie devoured An Ambushed Trifle, which was more like a decadent dessert than a proper meal. The fellow diners talked and laughed, the women wearing pretty hats and the men in ascot ties and bowlers. We had left the station in Ohio ten minutes ago, and new passengers had joined us.

  “You’re lovely this morning, Sarah.”

  I sipped tea. “Thank you, Millie. So are you.”

  “You’re one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.”

  This declaration was a surprise. “My goodness.”

  “Your mother is beautiful, but you…you’ve surpassed her.”

  “It must be my Texas ancestry. Everyone says the Tennent bloodline is polluted.” This thought brought a smile to my face. My mother had married a rough and tumble Texan, and society had been scandalized. I was daddy’s girl and had always been. He was the most important man in my life, until the day I married.

  “None of that matters. Your mother’s a wealthy woman. Society forgave her. They’re just jealous that she’s sown her oats in greener pastures.”

  “It was a dream for her to come to America.”

  “That it was, my gir—”

  There seemed to be a commotion in the next car. Something loud popped, which sounded like a firecracker. Heads turned around, alarmed. I glanced at Millie. “What’s happening?”

  A porter dashed into the car, his face was as white as parchment. “Robbers! We’re being robbed! Hide your valuables!”

  Chapter Four

  Pandemonium erupted after this shocking announcement. Plates and glasses fell, smashing to the wooden floor, as passengers scurried to the other end of the car and through the connecting portion of the train to the next compartment. Millie was caught up in the rush, and we were separated.

  “Millie!”

  “Follow me, child! Sarah!”

  I stumbled over my own feet, landing on my tummy. The constriction of the corset forced the air out of my lungs, and I struggled to breathe. My hat had fallen off, and several pins came loose, releasing a portion of perfectly coiffed hair. Struggling to sit, I turned and gasped. A revolver was aimed at my face.

  “Put that down, Buck! You don’t point a gun at a lady, you numbskull. Go on, and get the others.” Paralyzed by fear, I could only stare at the man before me, who stood with his feet apart. The ruffian who held the gun dashed to the other car. “Well, ain’t you pretty.” He knelt before me. “What’s your name, honey?”

  “S-Sarah.”

  He wore scuffed boots, wrinkled trousers, and an ill-fitting jacket. His tawny hair needed trimming, and several days’ worth of stubble graced a distractingly handsome countenance. His eyes blazed with interest. The irises were a warm chocolate color with flecks of gray.

  “Are you injured?”

  “No.” My voice sounded tiny.

  “Let me help you up.” Before I could object, he wrapped his hands around my arms and hauled me to my feet. I stood entirely too close to him.

  “Oh!”

  “This could go either of two ways, Miss. You can hand over your cash and jewelry without a fuss, or I can take it from your person. The choice is yours.” My mouth formed a circle, but no words came out. He shook me. “Are we understandin’ one another?”

  “Ouf!” I smacked him in the face, surprising us both. “Don’t touch me!”

  He laughed; the timber in his voice was surprisingly pleasant. “That’s the fighting spirit. I was startin’ to worry you might be a simpleton.” His grin produced small lines around his eyes. “This looks interesting.” He held my gold locket.

  “You can’t have that. It’s a family heirloom.”

  “Is that so?” He weighed the heavy pendant in his hand. “Looks expensive.”

  I pushed him. “Stop that!”

  “This ain’t no negotiation, darlin’. I’m here to rob you. Take
it off.”

  Tears were in my eyes. “The only pictures of my parents I have are in there. You can’t take my locket.”

  His gaze followed the single tear that slid down my cheek. He swallowed visibly. “What else you got?”

  “I-I have my engagement ring.”

  “Let’s see it.”

  I pulled off the glove and held up my hand. He whistled through his teeth. “That’s some ring. You snagged yourself a rich one, eh?”

  My ire rose. “My fiancé is a respectable man. He’s educated and refined. His father’s a United States senator. When I’m finished being robbed and manhandled, I’ll be sure to send a telegram to Senator Lakewood. He’ll know exactly what’s happened here today, sir.”

  “I like a woman with a sturdy backbone. There’s a fire in your belly. I might just be jealous of that future husband of yours.”

  His response surprised me. I was at a loss.

  “Gimme the ring.”

  I threw it at him. “Choke on it!” He struggled to catch the item, anger flaring in his eyes. Shoving the sapphire and diamond ring into a pocket, he advanced, grabbing me. “Now I want the locket.”

  “No!”

  “You don’t have a choice, darlin’. Hand it over.”

  “It’s the only reminder I have of my grandmother.” I closed my fist around the pendant. “It belongs to my family. It’s for my daughter…when I have one. You can’t have it, you horrible man.”

  His arm snaked around my back, drawing me against the firm expanse of his chest. He smelled of musk and perspiration with a hint of leather. “Now you listen closely, little lady. If you don’t hand over that necklace, I’ll…I’ll be liable to do something you’ll find repulsive.”

  “I’m already repulsed.” This lie slid easily off my tongue. The proximity of our bodies was alarming, but what was even more so was the tingling that registered in my tummy.

  His look smoldered. “Perhaps, a trade’s in order.”

  “You have nothing I want. Unhand me, sir!” I pushed against him, feeling a wall of sinew and muscle.

  “I’d be willin’ to let the necklace go, if you give me a kiss.”

  I gasped. “You’ll receive no such thing!”