We cuddled together and kissed for a few minutes more, sharing the taste of my cum in both our mouths. We had a short commentary on this most recent lovemaking session and the kinds of pleasurable taboos that we were "breaking." She admitted that she had created a fantasy goal for herself on this train trip: to give a blow job. I asked if the results were as good as the fantasy.

"Better!"

She got up to release her enema. No more closing the door while she let the water gush out of her (another taboo broken).

"I got your cum in all my holes!", she laughed.

"No you didn't! I haven't cum in your nose or your ears. Wait until you hear me cumming."

"OK. Well, your cum almost squirted out my nose!"

She got off the toilet to let me sit down and release my enema.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I said.

"Where did you learn all of this?"

I wasn't sure what she was asking, so I asked her to clarify. There was all this sexually intimate stuff I seemed to know about and things I was really good about. Where did that come (cum) from?

"Oh, you can thank my Mom!"

"If I meet her, I WILL!"

"My mom thinks that my dad is the example of how to not treat women. She wanted me to learn a different way and a better way. She certainly didn't want me to turn out like my dad. So, she provided me with lots of useful information that I might not otherwise hear or know about or observe from the way he treats women."

"That must have been interesting sex education."

"It was. She provided me with reading material that was very, very helpful. Lots of stuff from Cosmo(politan). The best book she gave me to read was something called "The Love Book." It was only a source of information, but it was the best in explaining what women might like. I was still a virgin when I met my wife, but my book learning knowledge was so good that it made it seem like I knew what I was doing."

"Most guys I know about wouldn't eat their own cum. Did she teach you that, too?"

As an aside, I am going to use terms that I didn't know at the time as a matter of shorthand in the more contemporaneous time period. To me it was just "cum-eating" or "eating a creampie." I didn't know the term "snowballing" to indicate oral sharing of semen or "felching" to indicate cum eating from anal sex. I will use them here at times as a means of shorthand when they seem appropriate to the sharing of this experience.

"No, she didn't. But it's an acquired taste."

I told her that in my long, multiple orgasmic sessions, what often occurred was multiple periods of time where I had my face and my mouth buried in my girlfriend's pussy where I was licking the cum from a creampie that I had deposited previously.

"My cum has a slightly salty taste and smells a bit like chlorine to me. I found that it didn't bother me to taste our combined juices after a period of time after cumming inside her. It's a little tougher immediately after cumming because the sexual appeal of such an act loses its appeal immediately after cumming. I had to learn how to put that aside. Most guys can't or don't want to do that. It sounds fine as a concept, but seems impossible to do when the actual moment arrives."

"Yes, no guy I know or know of wants to do that. None of my girlfriends have ever said anything about their guys doing anything like that."

"As I said, it's an acquired taste. Besides, my view of it is that you just let me cum inside your mouth or your pussy. Shouldn't I be willing to accept some of the same cum that you've already accepted?"

"How about eating it out of my ass?"

"That depends."

"On what?"

"It's a bacterial infection thing more than anything else."

"Oh?"

I explained it briefly, pointing out that she probably didn't want my cock going from her ass to her vagina. I gave a couple of other examples. She could see my point. I also pointed out that her bacteria might present a challenge to my digestive system. Done carefully over time, I hypothesized that intimate couples could probably build a cross-bacteria immunity. It just needed care.

Felching had never been a big part of my cum eating experience. I didn't rule it out. It was a case-by-case choice.

All this talk of eating cum had its own erotic effects and soon were intertwined in each other's arms once again, but drifted off to a dreamy nap. We had been rolling down the the tracks for nearly four hours. Sometime around 10:30 in the morning we had crossed the Mississippi River and entered Wisconsin.

I awoke as the train was rolling to a stop. I was on my back and she was on top of me, lining me up so she could slide my cock into her. I looked at my watch and saw it was slightly after noontime. The weather had improved as the sky was partly sunny and no rain.

"Where are we?"

"Wisconsin Dells," she said.

"The train station is just ahead of us on the left side. Other than a large parking lot, there isn't a lot to see."

She started to stroke me in and out of her. What a great way to wake up on the train. The train started to move again and we were on our way to the next stop. We were still about two hours away from Milwaukee and about four hours away from Chicago's Union Station.

I waited for her first orgasm to subside before I asked if we had lunch plans. Her comment was "You're on my menu, Big Boy!" I wasn't exactly sure what that meant. Did it mean she was going to get me close again and have me cum in her mouth? I wasn't sure, but I certainly liked the way it was feeling in the moment. It wasn't hurried and I let her control how fast or slow she wanted this session to run. About 20 minutes later, the train was pulling into the Portage, Wisconsin Station. The train station wasn't on our window side and it was a very short stop. We were quickly on our way once again.

Somewhere between Portage and Columbus, Wisconsin she got me over the edge to cumming inside her once again. It had us giggling together as the pulses diminished. She told me what she had in mind (and how I was "on the menu"). She was going to slide me out of her and move up my body with her ass tilted up in the air to hold in as much semen as she could. She wanted me to slide the rest of the way down so that I could position my face and my mouth under her. I was to open my mouth and she would tilt herself up to allow my cum to drip out of her and into my mouth. I was directed not to swallow, just gather and hold as much of my semen as she could drip out and I could hold. She wanted to watch, as best she could, my cum drip out of her into my mouth. And then she wanted me to share it with her (in a snowballing session).

In addition to the semen, my saliva was also building up in my mouth. But I held it all okay. After a couple of minutes, most of the dripping stopped and she lowered her pussy to my lips for one last chance to gather any remaining semen. She then asked my to come up beside her and share the load.

When I had eaten a creampie out of any lover prior to this, I had always just cleaned her up by licking and sucking out my cum as it oozed out of her. My absolute favorite variation was to have her on top, cum inside her and then, as I began to get limp, have her pull me out of her and "walk" her way up to my face, on her knees, and settle her pussy right onto my mouth, and ride my mouth and tongue as my semen drained out of her. I didn't save it, I swallowed all of it. The only taste that she got was from whatever residual was left on or in my mouth from cleaning her. More importantly, I loved the view of looking up to her face past her abdomen and breasts. Whether she looked down at me or not, the view of her joy was well worth it.

This was completely different. This was the first time any woman had wanted me to cum inside her, drain my semen into my mouth and hold it, and then share it with her.

Who was this creature I was with? And was she really this kinky or was I just the right person at the right time to allow her to explore kinks that she wasn't willing to share with anyone else. For the first time, I was just a little afraid of what I had gotten myself into and how far I might end up before I said "no!"

That thought passed quickly as we passed my semen back and forth between us before we each swallowed our portions. We were rolling into Milwaukee and, once again, if we were a sight to be seen, we were lost in our own cum-filled, cum-lust world.

(to be continued)