Sin in the Sleeping Car

The train swayed gently through the night, and the cramped compartment already smelled of two bodies heating up. I barely stepped inside and froze: she was sitting on the lower berth. The very same Liza I used to fuck so hard she'd scream my name across the whole dorm. But now, instead of short skirts, she wore a black nun's habit and a white headscarf pulled tight over her blonde hair. Our eyes met, and I saw the same hungry desire in her gaze that was already stiffening in my pants.

"Sergei?" she breathed, lips parting slightly. "Well, well... what a surprise."

"A nun, huh?" I smirked, sliding the compartment door shut and throwing the latch. "I thought you went to the convent to forget how much you loved sucking cock."

Liza blushed but didn't look away. Instead, she slowly ran her palm over her chest, like she was adjusting her crucifix, and I could see her nipples already poking hard against the thick fabric.

"Quiet, you..." she whispered with a sly smile. "The walls are thin. And I'm Sister Elizabeth now. Though... when you look at me like that, I'm just Liza again. The one who wants to get properly fucked."

I stepped closer. Her knees parted slightly under the long skirt. I leaned in, inhaling her skin — that same sweet scent, with a faint trace of church incense. My hand found her thigh on its own.

"You serious?" I asked, fingers sliding higher, under the rough cloth. "Or is this some test of faith?"

"A test..." she giggled, then suddenly grabbed my belt. "But I already failed. I heard you in the vestibule telling your buddy on the phone how you dream of eating my pussy. Thought I wouldn't recognize your voice?"

I was stunned, then laughed.

"Fucking hell... So you were standing there the whole time, listening?"

"Standing there rubbing my clit under this habit," she admitted, eyes locked on mine. "While you talked about wanting to bend me over and cum in my mouth. I almost came right there in the corridor."

No more words were needed. I ripped off her headscarf, and her hair spilled over her shoulders. Liza hiked her skirt up to her waist herself, revealing white lace panties — the only concession to the secular world. I tore them off in one motion; she let out a little squeak.

"Oh, Sergei... it's been so long since anyone wanted me like this."

"They're about to," I growled, dropping to my knees between her legs. The compartment filled with the sound of my hot breath and her wet lips. I ran my tongue along her smooth pussy, already dripping, salty and so familiar. Liza arched, digging her fingers into my hair.

"Ahh... yes, just like that... lick me like you used to. Deeper, fuck, deeper!"

I pushed my tongue into her slit, then wrapped my lips around her clit and started sucking. She trembled, pressing my head down harder. The train clattered over the tracks, and she moaned louder and louder, forgetting all about "quiet."

"I want your cock..." she finally gasped. "Now. Stand up."

I rose, and she eagerly unzipped my fly. My thick, hard dick sprang out right in her face. Liza licked her lips like a cat.

"God, you're big... I almost forgot how you stretch my throat."

She took me down to the balls in one go. Warm, wet mouth, tongue swirling around the head, drool dripping onto her nun's habit. I grabbed her hair and started fucking her mouth — not deep, but rough. She gagged but didn't pull away, just moaned hoarsely around my cock.

"Mmm... gl... gl... come on, fuck my mouth, Sergei..."

I couldn't take it. I pulled out, slick with her spit, and spun her around, bending her over the berth. Skirt hiked up, that sweet white ass sticking out, pussy glistening with her juices. I spat on my palm, smeared it over the head, and slammed into her in one thrust.

"Oooh, fuck!" Liza cried out, clawing at the sheets. "So good... fuck me harder!"

I pounded into her deep, my balls slapping against her clit. The compartment filled with wet smacks, her moans, and my heavy breathing. I leaned down, grabbed her tits through the habit, pinching her hard nipples.

"Say it," I whispered in her ear. "Say you're my fucking nun."

"I'm your... ahh... your fucking nun! Fuck your sinner... deeper, please!"

I sped up, feeling her pussy start to pulse. Liza came first — sudden, violent, clamping her hand over her mouth to keep from screaming through the whole car. Her body shook, her cunt squeezing my cock so tight I couldn't hold back either.

"Cumming..." I grunted, pulling out. She spun around instantly, mouth open, tongue out. Hot ropes of cum splashed across her face, her tongue, the headscarf still lying beside her. Liza swallowed greedily, catching every drop.

When I was done, she licked her lips, looked up at me, and laughed — soft, hoarse, happy.

"Well... I'm definitely going to hell now," she said, wiping a smear of cum off her cheek with her finger and putting it in her mouth. "But fuck, that was delicious."

I collapsed beside her, pulling her close. The train raced on, and we lay in rumpled sheets smelling of sex and incense, chuckling quietly like two old lovers who'd just found each other again in the most unexpected place.

"Tomorrow at the next station I transfer," she whispered, tracing a finger along my still half-hard cock. "You've got one more night to save my soul... or damn it completely."

"Then get ready, Sister Elizabeth," I answered, kissing her cum-salted lips. "The sins are just beginning."