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. I lost my footing and fell down the stairs. After I hit the ground I rolled over and looked into the train. The door was shutting, but it was a stunning sight. Amy was standing on the train waving at me. Then I did a double-take. Standing beside Amy was another Amy. Then the door was closed and the train slowly started to move away. There was nothing I could do. There were no windows on the train and the doors were never re-opened.
“Dude! That was Amy!” I yelled at Robin who was still giggling about me falling off the train.
“Who’s Amy?”
“Fuck man! She’s only the woman I’ve been going on and on and on about for the last six weeks.”
“Oh her.”
“Yeah ‘Oh her’! I’ve been looking for her every week and I finally find her. I didn’t even get to talk to her. Who knows if I’m ever going to see her again? And get THIS! There were TWO of them on the train!”
“Two? What d’ya mean?”
“I mean I think she has an identical twin sister!”
“Fuck you she has a twin sister. You probably hit your head when you fell and were seeing double. Maybe we better run ya by the emergency ward – or the psych ward. Twin sister.” Robin said while laughing and shaking his head.
“I know what I saw. I wasn’t seeing double. The only thing I saw two of was Amy. I’m gonna to go nuts.”
On the ride into town Robin kept asking me what happened on the train and I told him, but my mind was not anywhere close to our conversation. I kept thinking about Amy.
A week went by and I was the only one of our twosome boarding the train that week. I spent the whole ride in the main car talking but mostly looking for Amy. A few women asked me to go to the other cars with them, but I didn’t want to take the chance of missing Amy. I felt bad turning them down, but I just couldn’t take the chance of seeing Amy again.
It went on like this for another five weeks. Robin and I went to Poker as usual and lost – as usual. This was getting expensive, but it had taken us over a year of waiting to get seats in this poker group so we didn’t want to give them up. We left poker and drove out the the Pussy Train stop. At 10 the train came by and we got on. As soon as I got on I saw her standing there looking at me. It was Amy.
“Dude! Get naked or they’ll boot ya.” Robin said.
I tore off my clothes and raced over to Amy.
“I’m so glad to see you again, Amy. I’ve been looking for you for a while.”
“I’m glad to see you, too, Will. I knew what stop you got on and off at and I was sure to be waiting there in case you got on.”
“I’ve been getting on every week looking for you.”
“Hmmmm. Could this be considered ‘stalking’?” she said with a chuckle.
“Only if I was standing naked out side your house looking for you.”
We both had a good laugh. Then Amy moved in and hugged me. I kissed the top of her head as she held me. It felt so good having her perfect boobs pushed up against me.
“Come with me,” said Amy.
She took my hand and led me into the other cars. In the second car it was business as usual with everyone sucking, fucking, moaning and screaming. Amy kept pulling me along. The third car was similar but a little quieter and less full. Still she pulled me along. The fourth car was pretty empty. Just a couple of the 15 or so beds were occupied.
Amy led me to the corner and then motioned for me to sit down. When I was seated Amy climbed into my lap and attached hew lips to my own. We sat there kissing for a few minutes and then I laid back. I could feel Amy’s heart beating into my chest and I’m sure she felt mine. I broke the kiss and gasped for air.
“I was worried I’d never see you again. It’s been six weeks and it was six weeks the last time, too. Is this a pattern I can plan on?”
“I’m afraid so. I live in Chicago and I can only afford airfare every six weeks.”
“Chicago!? Damn! That’s a helluva distance to travel just to get laid.”
“You know as much as I do that the Pussy Train is like nothing else in the entire world.”
“Yeah, I do. But for future reference, the correct answer to that would be ‘I’d travel further than that to be with YOU’. That’ll get you laid for sure.” I said laughing.
“Are you saying I’m going to have a PROBLEM getting laid?” she replied while laughing and slapping my rock hard cock.
“OK. You win. But if you live in Chicago how did you hear about the Pussy Train?”
“I used to live in Portland and a friend introduced me to it a few months before I got transferred to Chicago.”
“I see.”
I moved closer to Amy and began to kiss here again. As we kissed our hands stroked and caressed each others’ body. We went on for about fifteen minutes and then I had to break for a breather.
“’The Incident’. I like that. Much more manly than ‘Falling Down The Stairs’. After ‘The Incident’ I’m pretty sure I saw two of you.”
After Amy stopped laughing she continued.
“Sorry. I was just replaying my mental video of you and ‘The Incident’. I wish I had it recorded. We’d win many video contests.”
“Okay, but the question. Two Amy’s?”
“There aren’t two Amy’s. There’s ONE Amy and ONE Elly.”
“Elly. And she’s your twin?”
“No – she’s just someone I met on the train. OF COURSE she’s my twin! Did you hurt yourself when you fell?”
“No – I’m just a little shocked. Now…”
Again Amy interrupted me.
“Now I want you to fuck me.”
Amy rolled on top of me and began sucking my nipples.
“You make it hard for a guy to say no.” I said with a smirk.
Amy broke to suction on my nipple.
“You may be saying no, but HE’S saying YES.” She chuckled as she grabbed my cock and stuffed it into her wet pussy.
“I’M not saying no. I was talking about that other hypothetical guy. But what about the condom?”
“The hell with it. I want YOU inside me, NOT latex.”
Amy began bouncing up and down on me with vigor. Her perfect breasts bounced with every stroke. I reached up and pinched her nipples. I rolled them around between my thumb and forefinger.
“Oh YES!” she moaned. “Pinch them harder! Twist them! Oh fuck yes!!”
Then she collapsed on me and kissed me deeply while still humping her hips up and down.
“I missed your fabulous cock so much. You’re the best I’ve ever had.” She gasped.
That last statement hit me. My ego was hitting an all-time high. I rolled Amy over and began to pound my member into her with a force never before seen. With each thrust Amy moved an inch or two higher on the bed. She was grunting her every stroke.
“Oh yes. Pound me Will! Pound me as hard as you want. I want this! I want YOU!”
Seat was dripping off my face onto her body. Her face had sweat running down her cheeks.
“Amy. This is so fucking hot! Oh fuck yes!”
As I assaulted her pussy I felt my cock start to surge.
“Amy!! I’m going to cum!”
“Yes, Will! Shoot your load into me! Yes! Yes! Yes!”
“FUCK!! OOOOOOOOOH” I moaned.
“I can feel your cum shooting into me. Yes Will! YEEEEEEEESS!”
I collapsed onto Amy and we kissed. Out tongues met and danced together. We kissed for a long time.
“Oh Amy. That was the BEST it’s ever been for me. EVER.”
“I know Will. That was incredible. It’s never felt like that before. I LOVED when you were fucking me hard. It hurt, but I loved it. This may open up a whole new world for me.”
Again we kissed forever. When we were catching our breath I started asking her a question.
“Now tell me...”
“You want to know about my sister.”
“Damn you’re good. How did you know that?”
“You’re a guy, right? That’s always the first thing guys want to talk about when they find out I’m a twin. What do you want to know?”
“I don’t know.”
I sat looking at her for a minute or so.
“Why didn’t she come with you?”
“She’s more reserved that me. People say identical twins are the same, but that’s not true. With Elly and me we’re the same in many ways and different, too. After I found out about the Pussy Train I kept telling her about it and trying to get her to come but she wouldn’t. It was 3 months before she even let me tell her about it in detail. It was the details that got her interested. When she cam last time she had a good time, but I don’t know if it’s something she wants to do regularly.”
I looked at my watch and saw it was close to time for me to leave.
“I’ve got to get off the train soon, Amy. Would you come with me? I’ll drive you wherever you need to go.”
“I can’t, Will. I’ve got to get back home as soon as I can. I’m staying with my parents.”
“I can’t go 6 weeks without seeing you. Can I pay for a place ticket for you next week?”
“Thanks, but I wouldn’t feel right about that. I’ll give you my phone number and you give me yours. We’ll get to know each other more and I’ll see you in six weeks.”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, but if that’s the only possibility I guess it’s better than nothing.”
We went back to the main car and exchanged e-mails, phone numbers, Facebook names, MySpace names, Twitter names; the whole shebang.
The train stopped near the Millers’ farm and Robin and I got off.
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