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Nicole was immediately aroused by seeing her sister and they simply walked up to each other and stuck their tongues down each others throats. Nicole ran her hands all over Beth's body and started rubbing her very aroused tits. Beth's hands went straight down to Nicole's used pussy. They broke their kiss and Nicole went straight to sucking on Beth's tits. She bit each hard nipple and then slid down to Beth's crotch. She had never even thought of doing something like this but the scent of her sisters juices sent her over the edge. She pulled Beth to the ground and laid her on her back and immediately went to work on her pussy.

Nicole slowly licked all around her sisters bald pussy. The fact that her sister shaved her pussy too turned her on. She then began to suck on her clit like it was a dick. As she was doing this Beth was moaning in the pleasure being issued from her sister.

Max had been watching this and still wanted to get pleasured too. Nicole saw max walk towards them and thought he was going to come and fuck her again but to her surprise he stepped over Beth and positioned himself over Beth's head. Beth had her eyes closed and didn't see what was going on until she felt something hard try to push itself into her mouth.

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She opened her eyes as max pushed his huge cock into her mouth and down her throat. Beth was so horny she didn't fight it. She just started to suck her dogs big prick as her sister stuck her tongue into her pussy.

As she began to climax she sucked her dogs prick harder and faster bobbing her head up and down its length. When her juices flowed into her sisters mouth max released his load into her mouth. She took it all right down her throat. Nicole eagerly licked up the sweet juices from her sisters pussy.

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When everybody was finished Beth and Nicole both knew this was a just the first of many times they would have each other and have their dog. The train was crowded that night and as they pulled up to their last stop for the night, the man hoped he'd be left alone in his private compartment. Although it had two bunks, he didn't want to have to share it with a stranger. He'd heard the people on either side of him grudgingly accepting strangers into their own room for the night as more and more passengers boarded the train. They had either overlooked his room, or were avoiding it due to the presence of his pet, a large German Sheppard. He smiled and patted the dog's head fondly then turned back to his reading as the train came to rest and the hubbub of embarking and disembarking began.

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No one got off at this stop however, and that meant that extra accommodations were needed for the new passengers. The conductor knocked softly at the door, no doubt afraid he'd be waking this passenger at this late hour. It was well after 11:00PM. Sighing deeply the man reluctantly rose, set his book aside and answered the knock. His dog, well trained and obedient, did little more than glance up as his master stood.

"Yes?" he inquired tersely. The harried conductor looked apologetic. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you tonight sir, but it seems the train is overbooked and we have several passengers in need of accommodations. I know you have your dog with you and all and it's a small room, but could you make room for a young lady? The Coach section is full up and we've had to ask our first class passengers to make allowances. We will certainly refund half your fare."

"Young lady?" the man thought to himself. He rolled his eyes and sighed in disgust. No doubt he meant some trashy teenager heading home from college for the weekend, some tattered tramp that thought 'ladylike' meant not spitting in public. What kind of "lady" would sit in Coach, anyway? He sighed again and nodded ungraciously, standing aside and gesturing towards his room with one hand, "Sure, send her in. I'll try to make Bruiser behave himself." He leered stupidly at the conductor and it had the desired effect. The man looked unsure, but then smiled faintly, hoping it really was a joke.

"Um, ok. I'll let her know the compartment number. I'm terribly sorry about the intrusion..." He trailed off uncertainly as the man shut the door. "No problem," he mumbled, his voice a resigned monotone.

As the conductor scurried off to find the so-called 'young lady', the man settled down on the lower bunk next to Bruiser and stroked his head. "Well buddy, ready for some 'company'? Hrmph." With a look of distaste the man retuned to his novel, but had only read a few paragraphs when the conductor again knocked on the door. "Come in!" he shouted and made a point of ignoring both the conductor and his new compartment mate as introductions were made.

"Mr. Ellis? This is Ms. Lansdowne." The conductor looked at the young woman standing there clutching her purse and overnight bag uncertainly. "If you need me for anything miss, just ring the bell, ok?" His glance slid over to Bruisers slumbering form and he looked upset that this was the only accommodation left for her. "Well... Um... sweet dreams," he said uncertainly.

After the conductor had shut the door, the man looked up, expecting to see a grubby teen, popping bubble gum, or perhaps with a filthy cigarette dangling from overly painted lips. What he did see took his breath away and he was instantly sorry he'd been so rude in her presence.

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She was tall for a woman, probably 5'9" or so, though she was wearing heeled pumps so it was hard to judge exactly. Slender and graceful, her posture perfect, her hips were trim beneath the pure ivory suit she wore, and her breasts jutting, full and womanly beneath her jacket, were controlled, not jiggly and saggy, held securely in place by an expensive brassiere, no doubt. Around her throat was a delicate silver chain with a single, expensive looking gem hanging from it. He quickly checked her fingers - the conductor had called her "Ms." but that could mean anything - and was happy to see no indication of a wedding band. Her hands were graceful as well, with long slender fingers, gripping the handle of her overnight case tightly. He realized she was nervous at this rude staring and he quickly looked down and apologized.