The Pussy Train II

Each week I’d get on the Pussy Train hoping so much to see Amy again. 6 weeks went by and still no Amy. Don’t get me wrong, I was having the time of my life each and every week, but I really wanted to see Amy. We seemed to make a certain connection that I can’t put into words. There was just a connection.

Then it happened. It was October 17th and it was raining hard. Robin and I were waiting for the train and we were soaked. The train stopped at precisely 10:00 and we got on. It was tough getting our wet clothes off, but we made the 30 second deadline. After we were naked (by this time, I had no problem seeing my best friend naked and attentive – if you catch my drift – and didn’t care if he saw me) we were just going to put out clothes in the lockers when a fully clothed woman came over.

“You can put you valuables in the locker and give me your clothes. I will mark them, dry them and leave them in a pile that will be marked with you locker number.”

Robin and I both thought this was a cool idea so we handed her our clothes and filled out a small piece of paper with our locker number on it.

We moved about the train talking with people and flirting with the odd woman. It was probably an hour before I met someone I really clicked with. It had never taken this long before and I was getting a little worried.

Her name was Wendy and we went into the third car. Once in there we found a round bed that was vacant and we proceeded to fuck ourselves silly. She loved cum. Guys that were wandering through or just watching would always end up getting their cocks drained while I fucked her. Wendy would suck them off and hold their cum in her mouth for a long time. Sometimes she’d have a few guys standing there stroking their cocks while they watched and she’d get them to cum close together so she could have multiple loads in her mouth. She’d swish the cum around in her mouth like mouthwash; she’d gurgle it. She just LOVED cum. I found this to be quite an erotic experience. I’d never met anyone who loved cum so much. I came three times with Wendy and each time, while I was waiting to get hard again, Wendy just kept sucking cocks as she played with mine.

Wendy and I had been going at it for 4 hours and I couldn’t go anymore. I was spent. Nothing in the world was getting me hard again, but Wendy was still sucking cocks. I got up and walked towards to exit. Just before leaving the car I glanced back and Wendy hadn’t even noticed I was gone.

“Oh well,” I thought, “It was still an interesting experience even if I was just a cock to her.”

Although the train was all about sex, I felt kind of cheap and used. I hadn’t felt like this before – at least not on The Pussy Train.

I walked back to the main car and when I got there I saw the time. It was only five minutes until we got to our stop, so I went and got my clothes. I got dressed and sat down beside Robin to put on my shoes.

“Have a good time, Will?” he asked.

“It was certainly different. I’ll say that much. I’ll give you the whole rundown on the ride home.”

“Cool.”

The train stopped and Robin and I got up to leave the train.

“Will!”

I was just stepping off the train and hearing my name made my head snap around.