Anarchy of the Heart (The Complete Erotic Novel)

by Max Sebastian

  The two girls played with each other for a while, leaving Leo almost like an outsider, though he had his pick of which pussy to slide into at any one time.

  Then Caitlyn's moans began to get quite insistent, even though she was doing her best to stifle them, and Leo saw he needed to focus his attention on her. Sofia now rose to lean back and kiss his mouth as her hips writhed in time with his, so that she was rubbing her pussy against Caitlyn's belly as the orgasm tore through the American girl's frame.

  Doing her best to keep quiet, Caitlyn sounded as though she were in real pain as her body trembled underneath both her fiancé and their new friend.

  Leo slipped back inside Sofia, and the French girl now shook her hips as though performing some kind of belly dance. Caitlyn's hands were on her waist, appearing to help the blonde in fucking her fiancé.

  "Come inside her, sweetie," she pleaded in a whisper, and Leo was not going to hold back now. He exploded inside the French girl's sweet little pussy, even as a climax rocked through the petite girl's body.

  As a wave of energy seemed to sweep through all three of them, Caitlyn seemed to be reacting as well, with Leo wondering if it was because he and Sofia were pushing down on her as their big moment arrived.

  Looking up at them in near astonishment, Caitlyn said breathlessly to Sofia: "I can feel you coming."

  As Leo withdrew, pulling back to remove his sheath, the girls were kissing again, tenderly, Caitlyn holding Sofia at the waist, Sofia gently fondling Caitlyn's breasts, then holding her neck and caressing her cheek with a thumb as she sucked on her lips.

  Caitlyn's blush was full on - she really was on fire, Leo thought, but he was also beginning to wonder how he was going to keep that fire ablaze when all this was over, and they were back home in New York.

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  Anarchy of the Heart - by Max Sebastian

  Volume Three - Forever Changed

  Chapter One

  The train to Venice was not ideal, but then with the girls booking last minute they'd known they were not going to get exactly what they wanted.

  Leo now lay with Sofia on one of the bottom bunks of a cabin that hosted four single berths, listening to the sound of his fiancée being royally screwed by their Spanish friend, which seemed to echo the constant rhythm of the train as it pushed on through the Italian countryside.

  Despite the cramped space, the snug little place was clean and perfectly pleasant. And it was hardly a bad thing to be crushed up against such a beautiful blonde, particularly one naked other than a little pair of scarlet satin panties.

  The ideal would have been a bed big enough for four, of course, a situation the train company could hardly have anticipated for its customers. For the journey back, Sofia and Caitlyn had managed to book two sleeper cabins that offered larger double beds, but they hadn't had quite the choice for the journey to Venice.

  Leo was enjoying being there with Sofia, lying beside her as she continued to sip her wine. He was leisurely caressing her bare skin, talking, licking her supple breasts and her stiff little buds.

  Their bunk was given privacy by a curtain that had been put in place by the train steward as he had set up the beds while they'd been having dinner in the dining cart. On returning, none of them had been able to find how to draw the curtains back or tie them up - there was no option but to have the situation as the train company had intended: separate bunks, all given visual privacy from each other. No audible privacy, however.

  So now as Leo and Sofia were taking things very slowly, they lay there in the bunk listening to Marco and Caitlyn just a few feet away, making out like wild beasts. The Spaniard was really going for it with Leo's fiancée, and Leo supposed he should have expected it.

  "Do you want to?" Leo flicked his head towards all the racket, asking Sofia if she wanted to follow suit, though knowing they could be heard if the other couple happened to quieten themselves for a moment.

  "No," she shook her head, smiling. "I like it like this."

  Leo's fingers trailed down to the French girl's thighs, and slipped between them to find the intense heat emanating through the soft satin of her underwear.

  "I thought we were supposed to be taking things easy so we'd have energy to tour Venice in the morning," he said.

  "Marco does not take things easy when it comes to sex," Sofia giggled. "He is like the on-off switch, you know?"

  Leo grinned. "Caitlyn seems to be enjoying it."

  His fiancée was yelping like an animal in distress right now, which gave Leo that strange flutter within his stomach again, that innate reaction to knowledge another man was fucking her, which he could do little about despite his conscious mind accepting the situation was okay, was no threat to their relationship.

  They could not see what Marco and Caitlyn were doing, but could hear flesh sliding against flesh, and the air in that close little cabin was thick with the earthy scent of sex.

  Leo kissed Sofia, tasting the wine on her lips and tongue.

  "They'll be asleep soon, I'm sure," the French girl whispered, "then they'll have time to recover before the morning."

  Leo nodded, and kissed his way down her velvet neck, enjoying the waft of her perfume as his fingers slipped under the thin red satin of her panties to snake over her soft mound.

  "He likes sleeping," Leo said, making them both chuckle.

  Sofia lifted her hips off the bed, and now slipped her underwear off down her thighs, Leo helping her remove them. He found himself catching his breath at the exquisite sight of her bare pussy, a shiver of excitement passing through his whole body now at the thought he was about to explore it.

  The French girl pushed herself up to the end of the bed, setting Leo between her legs now so that it was clear what she wanted.

  As he looked up at her, she gave him a impish grin, shrugging at the unsaid suggestion that she was being presumptive. Leo smiled broadly, and now held up her panties to his face, breathing in the scent of her arousal from the thin satin, to flaunt his craving for what she was offering. That made Sofia laugh, and her laugh sent another shiver of delight through him, all the way down to tingle in his erect cock.

  Now as he dropped Sofia's panties, Leo found the French girl parting her oh-so-pink pussy lips with two fingers, while her other hand tipped a little of the rosé wine she'd been drinking down over her mound and into her glistening folds.

  Leo let out a moan at the prospect of tasting her as flavored by the grape, and now dipped down to catch a dribble of the liquid as it spilled over, threatening to find its way onto the white sheet beneath her.

  The slight saltiness of her skin blended with the wine to make him feel as though he were partaking of a luxurious appetizer prior to a world class gourmet meal. His tongue tracked up over her outer lips and down into the cool vale of her pussy, chilled by the wine that now adorned her. He tasted her juices along with the rosé - strong, yet so well balanced against the sharp tartness of the wine. The perfect accompaniment.

  Now it was the French girl's turn to let out a low, long moan as Leo gave in to the powerful appetite within him, feasting on her pussy like a man bewitched.

  He looked up to smile at her, even as he continued to lap at her juices, and she now carefully tipped the wine glass again, showering her crotch with perhaps a little more of the grape than she'd intended, making herself giggle.

  Leo just smiled, and moved up to defend the purity of the bedsheets from the wine trickling down Sofia's golden skin, before she tried a second refill of her pussy to greater success, leaving her glass empty.

  "I do make a mess," Sofia giggled.

  "Nothing I can't handle," said Leo.

  Marco was now pounding Caitlyn in the bunk next to them - they could hear his flesh colliding with hers at every thrust - and along with the Spaniard's walrus grunts, this sent both Leo and Sofia into fresh bouts of laughter.

  Leo could even feel the trembling from Sofia's laughter in her pussy as he supped at her copious moisture, but as be e
nveloped her clit in his hot mouth, it wasn't long before she was trembling again from an entirely different cause, this time not laughing but gasping for breath, her hands clenched into the mattress either side of her body as if to keep herself grounded.

  When she finally opened her eyes to look down into Leo's, trying to communicate a little of the overwhelming contentment she felt, they both realized that things had fallen silent in the next door bunk.

  Leo raised a curious eyebrow. Sofia shook her head, though that only made Leo wonder what question she'd thought him to be asking by his expression, and only made him crease up again, which prompted sniggering from Sofia.

  They stopped each other, fearing the others would hear them, and be offended.

  Then they heard Marco snoring - the full timber mill - and that just made them laugh all over again.

  The curtain eased back, and there was Caitlyn.

  "Hey," she whispered, forehead crinkled in bemusement. "What are you guys cackling about?"

  Sofia smiled, "Marco snores like a rhinoceros, no?"

  "I guess I'm going to have to go up on my own bunk if I want to get some sleep," she nodded, then added: "But you guys have been giggling like schoolgirls all night."

  "Sofia spilled some wine," Leo said.

  "In my pussy," the French girl added, giggling merrily, and apparently not shy about showing Caitlyn.

  "I see you're all cleaned up now," Caitlyn said, apparently not shy about looking. Highly curious, in fact, Leo would have said.

  There was a moment where his fiancée just looked, and Leo so wanted to know what she was thinking. Then she caught herself, and blushed furiously.

  "I... should try to get some sleep..." she said, and the hint of disappointment in her voice made Leo's heart sink.

  Sofia glanced at Leo, and he suspected she had noticed Caitlyn's pause, or the slight sense of regret in her voice. She said, "Are you okay Caitlyn?"

  Caitlyn smiled, now appearing to worry she'd intruded on their time together. "Oh fine, fine," she insisted.

  "Everything okay with Marco?" Leo asked.

  "Yes, yes, of course," his fiancée said. "I mean, you heard, right?"

  "It sounded like fun," Sofia beamed. Then she added: "But you're going to find it difficult sleeping now."

  The French girl flicked her head and eyes towards the human chainsaw in the next bunk, and Caitlyn smiled, nodded in agreement.

  "I guess I'm just excited to see Venice," she said. "Only now I'm worried if I don't sleep I won't really get to enjoy our trip so much."

  Sofia sat up now, and said: "I know, why don't the three of us go get a... what do you call it... a nightcap?"

  "Oh no, no," Caitlyn said.

  "That sounds like an excellent idea," Leo grinned. "Then you'll sleep like a baby."

  "No, but you guys are having fun..."

  "And we'll continue to have fun with you," he insisted, and the little lights in his fiancée's eyes made him feel wonderful again.

  *

  All three of them threw on clothes - little more than t-shirts and sweatpants - and quietly slipped out of the cabin to leave Marco completely unawares, happily snoring away without even a twitch at what was going on.

  There was a slight thrill as they wound their way down the narrow corridors of the sleeping cars back through to the dining car. The train was thundering on through the night, the Italian countryside streaming on by outside the windows though the could not see a thing in the darkness.

  The dining car was mostly empty, just a couple and an older man sitting by the bar, and another couple sitting at a table at the other end of the carriage. It wasn't exactly the Orient Express in terms of luxury, but the tidy blue curtains and basic white tablecloths made it smart enough, while the mock-candles shed a cozy light on each table.

  "We're going to need something stronger, if we're wanting to help with the sleep," Sofia said as they took a table in the middle of the carriage, the barman-come-waiter heading over to take their order.

  "Good idea," said Leo, sitting opposite the two girls.

  "I'm going to have a brandy," Caitlyn said. "That should knock me out. But you two don't need to - I mean, you two haven't..."

  "Haven't what?" Leo asked in a hushed voice.

  "I interrupted you guys before you... you know..." she said, and the waiter cut her off with his request for their order.

  Sofia ordered brandy all round, and as the waiter headed back to the bar to fetch them, Caitlyn told Leo he ought not to overdo it on the drinking.

  "Because I'm pregnant?" he said with a suggestive grin.

  Caitlyn rolled her eyes. "Because you haven't completed the deal with our friend yet," she said.

  "How do you define 'completing the deal'?" Sofia laughed. "Because he completed my deal before you interrupted us. It's me who still needs to complete his deal..."

  Caitlyn flashed her eyes at her fiancé, which he interpreted as pride. "He's getting good at that," she said. "I'm only regretful I didn't really let him do that with me before we came on this vacation."

  "The important thing is you've learned your lesson," said the French girl as the waiter returned with a small tray of drinks.

  They all looked on as the ambivalent steward presented them with three bowl glasses in which were contained measures of the amber liqueur.

  "Mmm... that will do the trick," said Caitlyn as they all sipped the fiery alcohol.

  The brandy did indeed hit the spot, and as they discussed their hopes and plans for their tour around Venice, with the Americans grilling Sofia for where they should go and what they would see, since she was a previous visitor to the city.

  Their glasses were quietly refilled with the conversation slipping into an easy flow, adding to the affect of their earlier wine to lead them a little way further into the slurring merriment that might be rightfully termed 'tipsy'.

  It was getting late, but Leo and Sofia weren't in much of a rush. Only Caitlyn seemed to be looking at her watch periodically, wondering if she wasn't keeping them up unduly.

  "You guys should get back to it," she said as the waiter ambled over to their table to check if they needed a fresh round. "I can keep myself company for a last one."

  "We're okay," Sofia said, stroking Caitlyn's arm gently as if to reassure her. "We'll go back when you're ready."

  "I feel bad keeping you up. You'd both be asleep by now after the most wonderful slow screw."

  "There's still plenty of time for that," Sofia smiled.

  "Isn't my Leo wonderful in bed?" Caitlyn slurred, and now nudged affectionately into the girl beside her.

  "Wonderful," Sofia said, making Leo's ears burn. "You are a very lucky girl."

  "Aren't I? So however did you manage to keep from fucking him that first night?"

  Leo looked around, a little afraid others might hear. No one seemed to have noticed, which might have been explained by the fact that from what he could hear, the other members of this late-night assemblage in the dining car were French speakers.

  "It was difficult," Sofia said, "but you know, your fiancé made me come so many times in other ways, I was able to cope."

  Caitlyn smiled, and now she was caressing Sofia's arm, saying softly: "I wish I could have seen. You're so beautiful, Sofia. To see him make you come..."

  "Come back with us now, then."

  "You wouldn't want me getting in the way."

  "We would love you to get in the way."

  "I don't know if we'd all fit on your bunk."

  "We'd just have to lie close. You can watch him make me come."

  "I'd really love that."

  "You could make me come if you liked."

  They all heard the little gasp from Caitlyn, but it wasn't out of revulsion or horror at Sofia's suggestion. Leo himself nearly sprayed out his final sip of brandy at the suggestion from Sofia, though he loved the idea.

  He felt himself sobering up now, even with all the brandy in his system. His fiancée was flushed a profuse
scarlet, and turned to him, almost startled to recall that he had been sitting at the table with them all along, and that now she'd been caught out in an indiscretion.

  "You want to come back with us, sweetheart?" he asked, acting calm like it was just an offer to join them for dinner as he tried to reassure her that what Sofia suggested was not completely insane.

  "It's just... I've never been with..."

  The French girl stroked her cheek, and tucked a stray strand of her hair around her ears, saying very softly, "It would just be us - Leo and me. No pressure at all."

  "I guess."

  "You could just be with us, like before at the hotel. Nothing else need happen."

  Caitlyn took a deep breath, and another glance around to see that no one was watching, as though any witnesses might somehow threaten her reputation. She said: "Let's go."

  Chapter Two

  Leo excused himself to the bathroom as they returned from the dining car, but in the little communal toilet at the end of their sleeper car he found it difficult to concentrate on relieving his bladder with the thought of what was to come.

  Caitlyn was really outdoing herself - he was still finding himself continually impressed at how she was challenging her boundaries. It now excited him to think of her being with Sofia, of course: he could think of nothing more beautiful.

  It also made him nervous, of course, with that standard sense of personal inadequacy he still recognized in himself from when his fiancée was with Marco, despite his overriding knowledge that Caitlyn wanted him more than anyone, and was intending to marry him as soon as they were able.

  This time, there was that ridiculous but vaguely possible notion within him that in experimenting with Sofia, his fiancée could somehow be 'converted' in such a way as to threaten their marriage on sexuality grounds.

  He laughed at himself as his bladder finally began to drain - whether or not Caitlyn found Sofia as sexually enticing as he did, that was not going to change his fiancée's enjoyment of men, as proven by himself and Marco in recent days.