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After The Train

Part 1, Chapter 6: "Train"-ing Enemas, The Train to Chicago: Montana and the Invitation to Stay in Chicago

It's one thing to give yourself an enema and fantasize to whatever situation you wish in the privacy of your own mind. It's completely different to have it delivered to you by someone else in a very erotic way and in a completely different setting or situation. Similarly, it was one thing for me to insert a vibrating butt plug and turn it on. It's completely different to have someone else insert it and then control the vibrator. All of this while travelling at 90 miles per hour across Montana.

"How long can you hold this?" she asked.

"It depends."

"On what?"

"The circumstances. How distracted I am....Some things I can't control."

Other than the sound of the train, things got quiet as she gently stroked me.

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"Tell me about your anal sex experience..."

"What?"

"Other than your wife, have you fucked anyone else in the ass?"

There was a certain erotic bluntness in the way she asked the question. It reminded me of some of the girl talk I heard when I was attending the University. It was interesting that she asked, but I wasn't certain of the reason.

"Yes," I said.

"How many?" I immediately assumed that she was speaking of women.

"Four. No, five! Besides my wife..."

"Really? Did you forget one?"

"Yes, I initially forgot a girl named Cindy"

She asked if I had a goal like with my map (e.g., all 50 states).

"Yes, my goal is fuck a woman in the ass with the first name for each letter of the alphabet."

"How's that working out?"

"It seems a lot of women whose first name starts with the letter "C" like getting fucked in the ass." (As an aside, this young woman's name also began with the letter "C"). She asked me to name them and I did. I wasn't sure where this questioning was going.

"You're right! Lot's of "C's." I told her that I was just kidding about the alphabet goal. She wanted to know more about those experiences, which I shared briefly. Particularly once in my dorm room where my suitemates knew that a nursing student friend of mine (Carla) was waiting for me on my bed in front of the door.

"Any involve enemas?"

"Just two; Barbara and one of the Cindy's." Barbara was exclusively anal sex and enemas were just a part of it. The younger of the two Cindy's was the one who participated in my 21st birthday enema-sex party and she didn't want to "miss out" on the opportunity after being so nicely cleaned out by Barbara and I.

"And not the others?"

"I think they knew the value of a clean colon and anal sex."

I assumed that Carla, as a nursing student and who was very definitely into anal sex with me, took the time prior to being with me. The other two older woman were more interested in my enema habits, though, for different reasons.

My appraisal of this conversation so far, while I'm still holding an enema with a butt plug in my ass, was a discussion of the utility of enemas in preparation for anal sex. And I had only had a couple of conversations like this in my life. Oh yes, that enema was still in there.

"You know you've got a pretty good sized cock?" It was a question, not a statement.

"Yes, above the 90th percentile in girth and in the 93-97 percentile in length."

"How do you know that?"

"My wife, before she was my wife, measured me several times during some of our sexual interludes. She had other lovers before me and told me how "big" I was (compared to them?). I thought she was just feeding me a line. We went to the library after she had measured me several times where we looked up the statistics. She gave me a T-shirt with the name "Flea" silkscreened to the back of the shirt. It was her way of acknowledging my cock size to body size.

(Note: I am not hugely "hung" and the statistical curve is quite steep and narrow and the percentile curve is very flat. You get very large changes in percentile with small changes in dimensions. Although I have been told that above some point size does matter, it's what you do with your stuff that makes all the difference.)

"Did you get your cock all the way in them when you fucked them in the ass?"

At last, this seemed to be what she was getting after.

"Yes, it usually took slow and easy entry to get all the way in, eventually. With the exception of Barbara and Carla. They liked to have it shoved in fast and hard with one stroke. With the others, it took time to slide all the way in and then I could only do short strokes at first. But gradually the stroking became faster, longer, deeper, and more normal. But the sensation of the stroking inside the ass feels very different to me compared to fucking pussy."

"In what way?" she asked.

"Softer and roomier."

She buzzed the vibrator for a moment. Something she had been doing off and on randomly during this conversation.

"But you can't do this" she laughed. That was true.

The enema I was holding was beginning to get uncomfortable as the muscles were churning at an increasing pace. I really couldn't stop the peristaltic contractions as they travelled in waves down my colon. The combination of the butt plug and the strength of my sphincter muscles kept me from blowing out the enema.

She asked me to raise my head off her lap and when I did, she slipped out from underneath me. When I laid my head back down on the cushion, she position herself above me in a 69 position and told me that she was going to distract me a little bit.

I felt her warm mouth slide over my cock. And then she positioned her hips above my head, legs to either side, and lowered her pussy to my mouth. I absolutely loved this. She told me that she didn't want me to cum, but she wanted to get me "close for later." I was to let her know, with plenty of time, as I thought I was getting close. I could feel the orgasm building and it made it easier to hold the enema for the moment. But I did let her know that she was in danger of pushing me over the edge

"Okay, big boy! Time to release." She got up off of me and had me roll to my feet. It was just a step across the room to the toilet and I settled down on the toilet seat with the plug still in my ass. She cleaned the nozzle and filled the bag with hot water and hung the bag from a hook by the door. She turned her ass to face me, literally in my face, and slipped the nozzle into her. She told me to pull out the plug in my ass and then to open the clamp to release the enema into her.

As the enema drained out of me into the toilet, an enema was draining into her as I was watching before my face. Before long the bag was drained and she asked me to get off the toilet while she released it. I got back on the toilet while she refilled the bag. This time she had me slide the nozzle into her and release the clamp. I watched as the bag emptied inside her. I continued to release my enema but that release was nearly complete. I got up to let her have the seat while she quickly released the two quarts inside her.

We cleaned each other and then cuddled on the couch, covered by a blanket as the sun was dropping lower in the sky. We had less than 24 hours left on this train trip before we arrived in Chicago.

"This is nice," she said.

I started to say something like "shouldn't we be fucking?" but thought better of it as we stayed snuggled together this sunny afternoon. I knew we were well east in Montana and should be approaching North Dakota. Our passage into North Dakota occurred with our naked bodies cuddled together.

The car attendant came by to see if I wanted dinner in my room and I told him that I was going to eat in the dining car. I may have said "we are going to eat in the dining car," but I don't remember. But we realized that we needed to get to dinner. So, with quick showers, we got dressed. She slipped on a black knit flouncy dress that was bit "dressy," but still appropriate for dinner in the dining car. The thing about this was she didn't put on any panties or bra and she wanted me to know that there were no undies on underneath. I chose a pair of black slacks and a plain buttoned shirt. She wanted me similarly undressed (for later), so I obliged and went (what was later called) commando.

We had just arrived in Williston, North Dakota when we slipped out of the sleeper car and moved forward through the train, through the coach and lounge cars, to the dining car. The lounge was busy, as was the dining car.

Being this far north in early September (and being on the western edge of a time zone) meant that there was still long sunlit days with late sunsets. We were seated on the right side of the dining car near where we had breakfast. I honestly don't remember what we had for dinner (though I do remember one of the dessert option: strawberries and cream) as that seemed almost secondary. We watched the sun move ever lower in the sky during our dinner, lit by the warm glow of the sunset and what we both felt inside us.

This was a rather remarkable 24 hours for both of us. I'm not sure how "obvious" we were during dinner as we quietly teased each other with what we were going to do with each other on our last hours on the train. I'm sure the train staff had seen on-train romances many times before. We were about to become each other's dessert.

(The reason I remember the strawberries and cream option for dessert was because I wanted our own version of "strawberries and cream:" me sucking on her nipples to turn them pointy and strawberry red and to fill her with my "cream." She later told me that the thought of that through dinner had her very wet and wanting to move over to my chair, unzip my pants, slip me inside her while I sucked her breasts. It would be "dinner entertainment " that would definitely get us removed from the train and worse.)

The sun was setting as we finished dessert and we were reminded that when we got to Minneapolis/St. Paul, if we left our seats, to place the "occupied card" in the seat so that the train staff would know that the seat was already taken by someone as many people would board the train there.

During dinner, the subject came up of what would happen when we reached Chicago. She already knew I had plans to fly home from Chicago the next evening after we arrived. "You can stay with me over the weekend and I could show you the sights." I told that I thought the sights of Chicago that she had already shown me would be hard to beat.

Still, it was an enticing offer. It meant coming home a couple of days later. My son was already in school and he had spent 10 days with me just a couple of weeks earlier before school started, so it wasn't like earlier in this work assignment where I was gone weeks at a time. There could be complications if my ex-wife had made weekend plans assuming I would be back and our son would be staying with me. Unlike today, where you'd simply place a call on your personal cell phone and make arrangements, here it meant being able to get off the train for long enough to make calls on a pay phone. But I told her "yes" and that I'd make the arrangements to stay with her. It lightened the evening considerably knowing that the end of the train trip wasn't the end of our time together.

We finished, paid the bill and left the tip and walked back through the train. It was late twilight and the scenic lounge car had been darkened. There were still lots of people there drinking, snacking, and socializing. We stopped in the coach car and she rearranged some of the items around her seat (a seat that she hadn't really used during this trip). I was mindful of the view of her ass that she presented while bending over to do this, though it was probably only visible to me. I was sure glad I had black pants on, but the bulge inside my zipper was pretty obvious to me, at least.

When we finally got back to my room in the sleeper car, the lights were on and the lower bunk was already made up for the night of racing across North Dakota. I quickly latched the door lock and pulled the doorway curtains. The curtains at the window side of the room were still open. I left them open and the lights on as the train raced towards Rugby, North Dakota.

(to be continued)