イタリア人ストレンジャーとの真夜中のドライブ

The night train rattled through the Italian countryside, but all I could focus on was her. Elena slid into the dimly lit compartment like she owned the rails, her tight black dress hugging every curve of her full hips and heavy tits, dark curls spilling over bare shoulders that smelled faintly of jasmine and warm skin. Our eyes locked the second she sat across from me, and the air thickened with raw want. I was already half-hard just watching the way her thighs pressed together under that short hem.

“Buonasera,” she purred, her Italian accent thick and smoky. “You look like you could use some company on this long ride.”

I swallowed, my cock twitching at the teasing lilt in her voice. “Name’s Marco. And yeah… the view just got a hell of a lot better.”

Elena smiled, slow and wicked, crossing her legs so the dress rode higher. We traded small talk for maybe five minutes—where I was headed, how she’d been visiting family in Rome—but the heat between us was already unbearable. Her dark eyes kept dropping to the growing bulge in my jeans. When the train lurched around a bend, she let her knee brush mine and didn’t pull away.

“Marco… you are hard already?” she whispered, biting her lower lip. “For me?”

“Fuck yes,” I breathed. The words slipped out before I could stop them.

That was all it took. Elena rose, locked the compartment door with a soft click, and dropped to her knees between my spread legs. Her manicured fingers made quick work of my zipper, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, the head already glistening.

「んん、なんて大きいの」と彼女は喘ぎ、柔らかな手を根元に添えた。「イタリア娘のためにこんなに立派なイタリアの一物。味わわせて」

彼女は焦らさなかった。エレナはふっくらとした唇を開き、私を一気に根元までくわえ込んだ。温かく濡れた口が隅々まで滑り、鼻先が手入れの行き届いた陰毛に押し付けられる。彼女がしゃぶる濡れた淫らな音——ちゅぷ、ちゅぷ——が個室に響き、その下では列車が規則正しくガタンゴトンと揺れ続けていた。私はうめき声を漏らし、彼女の豊かな巻き毛に指を絡め、彼女がより速く上下するリズムを導いた。唾液が私の睾丸まで滴り落ちていく。

“God, your mouth feels incredible,” I hissed. “Suck it deeper, baby.”

Elena pulled off with a gasp, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to my throbbing dick. “You like how I deepthroat you, sì? Then fuck my face.”

I stood, gripping her head with both hands, and started thrusting into her willing throat. She gagged softly but pushed forward, eyes watering with lust, mascara smudging just enough to look filthy. The wet heat, the vibration of her moans around my shaft, the way her tongue swirled under the head—it was almost too much. I had to pull out before I exploded.

“Turn around,” I growled, voice rough. “I want that juicy Italian ass.”

Elena stood, shimmying the dress up over her hips. No panties. Her bare pussy was already soaked, lips puffy and shining, a neat little landing strip above her swollen clit. She braced her hands on the seat, arching her back so her round, tanned ass pushed out toward me. I dropped to my knees, spread her cheeks, and buried my tongue straight into her dripping cunt.

“Ohhh, sì… lick my pussy,” she whimpered, grinding back against my face. “Just like that… eat me, Marco.”

I licked and sucked noisily, tasting her sweet, musky flavor while two fingers pumped into her tight hole. Her juices ran down my chin. When I moved up and swirled my tongue around her puckered little anus, she gasped sharply, pushing harder.

“Dirty boy… you like my ass too?”

I answered by standing and rubbing the fat head of my cock up and down her slit, coating myself in her cream. Then I thrust in hard, burying every inch of my dick inside her pulsing pussy in one stroke. Elena cried out, the sound half-moan, half-laugh.

“Fuuuck, you’re so deep! Stretch me… harder!”

I grabbed her hips and started pounding, the slap of skin on skin mixing with the train’s rhythm. Her big tits swung beneath the bunched-up dress as I railed her from behind, her juicy ass rippling with every brutal thrust. The compartment smelled like sex—sweat, pussy, and her jasmine perfume.

After a few minutes I pulled out, spun her around, and sat back on the seat. Elena climbed on top, straddling me. She sank down slowly, taking every thick inch until her clit ground against my pelvis. We both groaned at the new angle.

「私に乗ってください」と私は彼女に言い、彼女の引き締まったお尻の頬を掴んで大きく広げました。「イタリアの女の子が電車でどうやってファックするのか見せてください」

She braced her hands on my shoulders and started bouncing, her wet pussy making filthy squelching sounds around my cock. Her heavy breasts spilled out of the dress; I latched onto one dark nipple, sucking hard while she rode faster.

“Yes… suck my tits while I fuck you,” she panted, curls sticking to her damp forehead. “I’m going to cum all over this big cock.”

Her pace turned frantic. I felt her pussy start to flutter and clamp down. Elena threw her head back, mouth open in a silent scream, and came hard—hot juices gushing around my shaft, soaking my balls and the seat beneath us. The sight and feel of her orgasm pushed me over the edge.

「イくよ」と、声を張り詰めさせて警告した。

“Inside me,” she gasped, still grinding through her own spasms. “Fill my Italian pussy… give it to me!”

I exploded deep inside her, thick ropes of cum pumping into her clenching walls. She milked every drop, rolling her hips until I was spent and trembling.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard as the train rocked us gently. Elena kissed me softly, her lips tasting like me and her.

“Best train ride I’ve had in years,” she whispered with a wicked little smile, still gently squeezing my softening cock with her pussy.

“Next stop’s not for another hour,” I murmured, already feeling myself twitch back to life inside her. “Plenty of time for round two.”

She laughed low and throaty. “Buono. I’m not done with you yet, stranger.”