If you've read this far, I thank you. I obviously have a certain fondness for trains as a result of this trip. It's been fun revisiting my journal from that trip September in 1985 and we are cumming to the end of this trip through my memories. However, our time together extended beyond this initial trip across the country and this weekend in Chicago and I will present that in the following Parts and Chapters.

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We had about eight hours left to us before we had to depart for the airport. Being naked with a lover (as in my ex-wife) while fixing something to eat wasn't an unfamiliar experience. But being with two women that I had filled with both enemas and cum (and then fixing something to eat, other than them) was a different type of experience.

I was actually thankful for a bit of a break. Although Catie and I fucked our way across the US on the train, this was probably the most I had cum over a relatively short time. I don't know if my balls were getting tired from the output of sperm but I needed some sustenance from all the sexual output and that which was yet to cum.

I was standing at the stove whipping up a quick breakfast for all of us: cheese omelets, some home-fried potatoes, and toast. They enjoyed watching me cook and serve them in my naked butler suit. We were finally seated at the table eating breakfast having normal conversations about subjects other than our sexual escapades. Ultimately, though, the conversation turned back to sex, enemas, and sexual experiences.

And it quickly turned to what we would do next in our remaining hours together. We could simply spend the day fucking together. It ended up being something a bit more involved and I stressed that any additional enemas really needed to be given earlier in the day rather than late. Since I fixed breakfast, they sent me back to the bedroom to "prepare" while they cleaned up after breakfast. They didn't give me directions on what to do to prepare and so I went and got on the bed to await them.

They finally walked down the hallway and into the bedroom. They joined me on the bed, one on either side of me. Catie started stroking my chest over my heart.

"Would you like us to give you another enema?" Catie asked.

"Sure!"

"Good! Because we were going to give you another one anyway!"

Jody reached down and started to rub my swelling cock,

"I think he likes it!"

Catie added her hand to the stroking and I reached full erection in just a few seconds. Soon the precum was leaking out the tip and they were using it to lubricate their hands to slide down my cock. I was thoroughly enjoying this and it was quite relaxing to be the focus of their attention.

"Okay! On your knees! Ass up, head down"

I flipped over on the bed and spread my legs wide. I started out facedown as they stroked my ass, my cock and balls. They were talking back and forth and occasionally to me while talking about me. Things like:

"Such a nice ass" and "How much more can we get these balls to cum?"

In the meantime, the precum was dripping off the tip of my cock. Some dripped onto the bed, but most they spread over my cock while they were gently stroking me. This was surprisingly very relaxing. From this position, I expected a finger or two to penetrate me and when it finally happened, my relaxed sensation changed. But even this penetration was very gentle and after a time I started to slip back into that relaxed feeling.

I felt the fingers slip out of my ass and Catie got up from the bed and walked to the bathroom. A few moments later I heard the water running and then the telltale sound of the enema bag being filled. I turned my head to the left toward the bedroom door and the bathroom beyond. Jody was on that side of the bed and was still stroking me.

"Look what I have for you!" Catie said as she walked back into the bedroom. It was a full enema bag. Catie got up onto the bed and then stood up behind me. Jody inserted the fluted nozzle into my ass.

"Here it comes, loverboy!"

I'm not sure which one of them released the clamp. What I felt was a flood of warm water flowing into me and at a much more rapid rate because Catie was holding the bag at a much higher level than the enemas I had been given previously on this bed. I'm sure I thought that I could feel the 8-jets of water from the fluted nozzle.

It didn't take long for the enema to fill my descending colon and allow the warm liquid to (partially) fill my transverse colon. I felt filled and not uncomfortably so. There was no gurgling sound as the bag emptied and flattened. I heard the clamp click shut and the felt the nozzle removed. No trouble holding the enema, either.

I felt the nozzle withdrawn from my rectum and I was told to turn over. When I did, Catie was hanging the bag up while Jody was sitting on her knees to my right side. Without a word, Jody moved over to straddle my hips, grabbed and positioned my cock and slid down on it. I watched as she slid herself up and down my cock and rotating her hips. After a few minutes, she shuddered as she experienced an orgasm. After it subsided, she slid off of me and moved to the side. Catie took her place and started to grind on me.

They went back and forth like this several times before I actually realized what they were doing (taking turns). Because my son was just turning 5 and going into kindergarten I later thought how wonderfully this fit in with what we teach most children in kindergarten: share your toys and take turns. All the while I was still holding the enema inside me. It was interesting in that each turn brought me a little closer to cumming while the pause between when one of them slid me out of her and then the other one mounted me gave me a brief "recovery."

I don't remember how many times they switched like this because I didn't write it down. But they both got 4 or 5 turns each before cumming inside Jody once again. As my orgasm subsided, my sense of wanting to release the enema increased. It wasn't urgent or imminent. But I did sense the pressure of the water inside me. As I softened and began to slide out of Jody, she raised herself up, had me fall out with a plop and then walked on her knees up to my face. She presented her dripping pussy to my lips and I began cleaning her with my mouth and tongue. She sat down hard on my mouth as she experienced another orgasm. This took my mind off the enema inside me.

Moments later, I could feel Catie licking the cum off my abdomen and then taking my softened cock into her mouth. It almost "hurt" as she sucked it into her mouth because I wasn't quite ready for this intensity (yet). That quickly subsided, however as I stiffened in her mouth. I couldn't see her because of Jody sitting on my face and the wonderful view looking straight up her abdomen to the underside of her breasts. But I knew she was sucking Jody's pussy juices mixed with my cum from my cock. The mental sensation was nearly as as good as the physical sensation.

After I got hard again, I felt Catie sliding me into her. It didn't take but a moment to realize that she was sliding me into her ass. She asked Jody to turn around and face her. I could see Catie for a moment while Jody got off my face, got up and turned around. Catie was leaning back, pussy "exposed," while my cock was buried in her ass. Jody settled back down on my face and was looking at her ass from point blank range. Catie resumed riding me while the two of them interacted with both ends of my torso.

I was enjoying this combination of licking Jody (and finishing her cleaning) and occasionally giving a thrust of my hips up into Catie. With this degree of distraction, holding the enema was easier and reminded me of the way I could hold larger enemas as a teenager. The sensation of Catie's soft rectal walls stood in contrast to the way her anal sphincter muscles clenched my cock as she slid up and down on me.

In my relaxed state, I heard Catie ask (tell) Jody to fill the bag up again. Jody asked which one and Catie indicated the one that she had just used on me (closed-top). Jody got up off of me, pivoted over to my left to get the bag hanging off the lamp, and took it to the bathroom to refill it. This gave me an unobstructed view of Catie as she continued to fuck me. She leaned forward and quietly spoke to me.

"I want you to cum in my ass again. I want to watch you cum and feel you as you cum. And I want your ass filled as you cum." I think hearing her say that just made me harder. And the prospect of going from something just over two quarts to something over four quarts was also exciting.

It makes me hard just thinking about it

In the meantime, we could hear the water running in the bathroom as Jody filled the bag. Jody returned to the bedroom carrying the bulging bag in one hand and the nozzle and trailing hose in the other. Catie directed her to insert the nozzle into my anus and that she (Catie) would hold it in place. I felt the nozzle slide into me and Catie grasped the nozzle.

Catie wanted Jody to get up on the bed behind her and hold the bag while this enema flowed into me. I watched as Jody laid the bag down on the bed, got up on the end of the bed and then stood up with the bag held with both hands just below breast level near the bottom of her sternum.

Let me describe what I saw from my position. There was Catie, sitting straight up or leaning back ever so slightly, with my cock buried deeply in her ass and a very wet and slightly swollen set of vulva lips. She was reaching back to hold the nozzle in place. And then there was Jody standing behind her holding the red bag ready to be released into my bowels. The bag appeared to be above and behind Catie's head. I can only imagine what this looked like from Jody's position. As soon as Jody was in position Catie began sliding up and down my cock again.

Catie didn't release the clamp right away. The nozzle was in me for several minutes before she released the enema. I immediately felt the contrasting temperature in my rectum as the cooler water in the hose flowed into me and started mixing. The temperature difference from the cool water quickly disappeared and was replaced by the sensation of warm water. I could see the bag deflating as the enema flowed into me.

I did have to ask her to stop after about half the bag was emptied. Although Catie wasn't pressing directly on my abdomen the fullness of the water sloshing around inside me gave me brief moments of challenge as I tried to keep my sphincter muscles tight and all the liquid inside me. Only a very small quantity leaked out.

As Catie leaned back further she had my cock bent back away from my body. Although her rectum felt smooth and soft, at this angle the "top" of the head of my penis was sliding along the front wall of her rectum. Unlike the muscle walls of her vagina where there was a tight and firm sensation, this was like pushing into warm jello or maybe marshmallow creme. Still there was a sense of rubbing something firm which I assumed was the back of her uterus that I was feeling through her rectal wall.

The clamp was once again opened and the remainder of the bag drained in me. I could see the bag flatten and then pulled tight as all the liquid drained out and the air pressure flattened the closed top bag. The clamp was closed and Jody carefully extracted the nozzle from me while watching Catie fuck me. I was aware of the volume of liquid inside me but my sphincter muscles were strong and really up to the job of holding the enema within, at least for a little while longer. Besides, the closer I got to orgasm, the easier it seemed for me to be able to hold an enema (at least up to the 4-quart mark) as long as Catie wasn't putting direct pressure on my abdomen.

I was entranced by this scene and the sensations I was experiencing. For someone who had limited experience with anal sex, Catie sure had cum around to its pleasurable aspects. Jody crawled up on the bed on my right side on her knees and elbows (facing away from me). I had a nice view of her ass and it was in easy reach of my right hand. I gently stroked Jody's ass. Jody, on the other hand, had a front row view of Catie sliding my cock in and out of her ass. I'm not sure how long this went on. I was becumming aware that this was going to end for me in a wonderful orgasm. The closer I got to cumming the harder I got. I was aware of the water gurgling around in my colon and the increasing urge and pressure to have it spray out of my ass. But I could hold it for the moment. I had a great view of Catie sliding me in and out of her ass.

After a while, Jody placed her arm over me and to the left of my hip and carefully moved her head to just in front of Catie's pubic area. My view was blocked by her upper body pressing lightly against my abdomen, but I could tell by the sounds where Jody's mouth and tongue were. Catie leaned back more to give more access while slamming me even harder. Catie was cumming and cumming hard. My cock was bent away from me by the angle in Catie's ass. It wasn't "painful" but I was aware of the intensity. Not wanting to miss the moment, I reached with me left arm and hand to try to pull Catie against pubic bone while pressing the back of Jody's head against Catie's pubic area.

And then, there it was, that magic edge! I went over it like I was going over a waterfall and savored those first few moments as I tensed up for the spurts that I was about to send into Catie.

"Here I cum. Here I cum...." was about all I could get out.

I heard Catie respond with "Cum for me, babe."

Jody chimed in with a "Cum for us!"

And then Jody gave a bit of commentary of what it looked like to watch me cum in Catie's ass from her close-up perspective. I wasn't so focused on what was being said as how it was feeling to cum in Catie again while my ass was full of warm water. The spurts slowed as the muscle spasms associated with my orgasm subsided. The last one occurred about 90 seconds after the very first contraction. My mellow sense of from cumming was being challenged by the 4 quarts that were inside me.

As I softened, Catie's rectum and anus had a firm hold on me. She eventually lifted herself off of me and some of my cum dripped out of her ass. Jody moved out of the way and turned so she was laying on my right side. Catie moved down my left side and I was the middle of this sexy woman sandwich. As Catie slid close to me, her left hand slid down my tight abdomen and found its way to my wet, cum covered cock that she had just pulled out of her ass and massaged and squeezed it.

"Cum here often?" she asked.

"As often as you'll let me."

"Are you sure you need to go back? Don't you want to spend a few more days here?"

As enticing as that thought was (and I probably could have worked something out), i responded that I had responsibilities that needed my personal attention back home. We laid there for some time with me cuddled between the two of them until I finally said that I felt that I really needed to release the enema inside me. The two women moved away from me so that I could (carefully) roll off the bed and shuffle towards the bathroom.

Neither of them escorted me there. I left the door open and I carefully (but with due haste) lifted the toilet seat lid and settled down on the toilet seat. I didn't have to press at all; just relax my pelvic muscles and the first long stream poured out of me with some force into the water in the toilet bowl. There were no "plops," just the sound of the water streaming out of me. I'm not much of a moaner during expulsion and never have been.

From the bedroom I heard "You sound pretty full!"

The first contraction pushed the water out of my rectum and part of my Sigmoid. As soon as the muscles relaxed, I could feel the liquid flow out of my descending colon and into my Sigmoid to refill my rectum. It took about four good contractions to greatly reduce the pressure in the lower section of my colon. I leaned back to relax because it would take more for the enema in the rest of my colon to work its was across my transverse colon and out of my ascending colon.

Catie walked into the bathroom and asked "How are you doing?"

"Fine," I said. She reached down between my legs and gently grabbed my cock and balls.

"I'm not done with you." She was squeezing me with her left hand and giving me a one-hand massage. "I want more!"

At that moment, more of the enema moved into position for expulsion and I let it go. She gave me a little tighter squeeze while I released and told me I was a "good boy." She let me go and walked out of the bathroom. I continued to expel the enema over the next few minutes. Jody brought the enema bag back into the bathroom to clean it up and hang it to dry.

"How are you doing?" she asked.

"I'm doing great!"

We didn't say much and she hung the bag and hose on the towel rack so that it could drain and dry. I was now getting to the enema that was coming from my ascending colon and the upper end of my transverse colon. The enema expulsion that had little odor associated with it was now changing odor characteristics even though there was mostly a very thin sludge coming out of me.

After about 15 minutes on the toilet I thought I was finally ready to get up and flush the toilet. After cleaning up and flushing, I put the toilet lid back down and called out to indicate that I was going to get into the shower. I turned the water on to bring the hot water to the spigot. Catie and Jody stepped to the door.

"Nice ring around your ass!" referring to where I had been sitting on the toilet seat.

Once I adjusted the water temperature, I stepped into the shower. Both women joined me. We had a great time cleaning each other up, with two of us always working on the third person as we took turns. I thoroughly enjoyed the washing they gave me.

It was getting to be time to finish our play time and get ready to head to O'Hare Airport. It was tempting to get back into bed with them but instead I went about my packing. We were all walking around naked in the apartment seeming to wait to the last moment to get dressed. Catie came up to me and asked if I would leave her one of my worn tee-shirts and undershorts so that she could smell my scent when she laid in bed thinking about me (my ex-wife used to do that same thing with my clothes in the laundry hamper. I didn't tell her Catie that). I pulled out a tee-shirt and a pair of underwear. She handed me a two plastic bags. One bag with a pair of her panties, the other with a shirt she had worn while we were on the train.

"We can sleep together even when we aren't together."

We finally got dressed and I took my suitcase and my small travel trunk with my backpacking and climbing gear down to the car. One last quick scan to see that I had gotten everything that was critical and we were off. I figured anything else I would be able to get on the next trip back to here.

We were fortunate that the weather was good and the traffic to O'Hare wasn't bad. We left ourselves plenty of time to get there, allow me to get checked in, and to get to my gate. Since I had changed my travel plans, I had to get my tickets changed. As I recall, these sort of simple ticket changes could be handled at a small outdoor counter just for these sort of things. I checked my luggage while Catie parked the car. Jody and I waited inside the terminal.

Just a bit of small talk between the two of us. And then,

"You know this could be complicated," she said.

"Yes, I know." I paused for a long while and then said "Maybe next time we can play as a foursome" making a passing reference to her boyfriend. She indicated that she'd be up to it. "I don't know about Catie, though."

I looked at her and said "are you kidding? After this weekend and what we did? I don't think you could hold her back!" Jody looked thoughtfully and admitted that I might be right. She and Catie played together but she was totally surprised by her when she returned from Portland (with me).

"Hell, two cocks might not be enough for her. She might want three so that she's completely filled." We laughed at that. Catie was returning from parking the car.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Well, I'm up to about 7 inches" shooting a knowing look and grin.

"Actually, we're just thinking about what to do when I come back in a few weeks."

"Do tell!"

"We'll talk about it later."

We walked down the concourse to security. Back in those days, friends and family members could go through security and wait with me at the gate area. I pulled my 35 mm film cannisters out of my camera bag (I kept them in a clear plastic bag so it could be checked without go through the x-ray equipment) and the camera bodies with film in them. Everything else was safe to go through the X-ray equipment.

After passing through security, we walked down to the gate. We found three seats together. I sat in the middle with both women cuddled up against me (as best as we could with these airport bucket seats). Eventually, my flight boarding was called. I gave each of them a hug and a kiss. My most passionate one was saved for Catie, though.

"I'll call you after I get home," I said as I picked up my camera bag and slung it over my shoulder. After showing my boarding pass at the top of the jetway, I walked down the jetway turning back to wave at them. I turned to greet the flight attendant at the doorway of the jet (a Boeing 727). I had the window seat at the emergency exit on the right wing. I put my camera bag down, grabbed the the cassette tape bag I had brought with me with my selection of tapes and my Walkman cassette player and folding headphones out of the camera bag. Once the camera bag was in the overhead bin, I settled down in my seat ready for the flight home. I put my Blade Runner tape (New American Orchestra rendition) into my Walkman and thought about my extraordinary time on the train with Catie and then the additional weekend time with Catie and then the addition of Jody to this mix. I drifted off into a mellow place to the Love Theme from Blade Runner as this plane took me home.

I arrived back at RDU around 9:00 PM. After retrieving my car from the parking area, I retrieved my luggage, and drove home. The lights were on at my front door and inside the house. My mail from being gone more than four weeks was neatly piled on my desk. I had a couple of new messages on my phone answering machine. I would handle that in the morning.

I called my ex-wife to let her know I was home and thanked her for taking care of everything around the house. Our son was already asleep and I wouldn't be picking him up this evening. But I just wanted to let her know that I was back and that I would pick him up from daycare the next day.

"Did you have a good time?" she asked. All she knew was that the end of the trip was my 'vacation' composed of skiing, mountain climbing, hanging out with friends in Portland, and the train trip back. All she knew about me in Chicago was that I had been invited to stay in Chicago and that I had given her an address, phone number, and contact just in case something happened and someone needed to know where I was.

"Yes, I had a very good time." I didn't elaborate.

"Good, I'm glad."

We talked a few more minutes about other things and then we hung up. I got my suitcase and trunk out of the car and placed it them the living room. I stripped out of my clothes and I settled down in the chair next to the phone in the living room and dialed Catie's number.

She answered the phone.

"Hi there! I'm home."

"How was your flight?"

"It was good. Got a decent dinner tonight."

Note: there was a time when dinner was served on aircraft with real metal utensils. Although you could end up with a piece of rubber chicken and the butt of various jokes, my experience was that they were more than adequate. You could also still smoke in the rear sections of the aircraft in those days.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Oh, Jody and I are just laying in bed together talking and waiting for your call."

I asked if she had changed the sheets.

"Oh yes!" When we came back, the bedroom and the sheets smelled very interesting. I washed the mattress pad and put on clean sheets. But I put the dirty sheets in a plastic bag. I may not wash them for a while."

In the background I heard Jody commenting on the sheets.

"Are you going to share?" I asked.

"I don't know."

"Are you naked?" I asked. She said she was. She asked me if I was and I told her I was as I was sitting in my rocker recliner in the living room.

"I wish you could have stayed here in bed with me."

"Well, Jody's there."

"Yeah, but she doesn't have the parts you have. And I like your parts and the way they feel in me."

"I see your point."

It was becoming a sexually charged / phone-sex conversation between intimates who had just had wonderful experiences discovering each other. Very, very playful. I didn't ask, but if Jody wasn't "helping her," I imagined that Catie's own fingers were finding their way to stimulate her own erogenous zones. But she did have a couple of easy orgasms while we were talking. Eventually wound the conversation down and we got to the topic of when we'd see each other next. I told her I could come back to Chicago in about 4 weeks. I also said we could discuss her coming to Raleigh.

"Raleigh isn't as exciting as Chicago. But I have a very nice waterbed we can play on."

Eventually, we wrapped up the call, acknowledging how much fun we had together. I said goodnight to both of them, told them to play nice with each other and hung up the phone.

I took my clothes and suitcase upstairs to unpack it. I took the two plastic bags of clothing that Catie gave me and put them on one of the night tables next to my bed. As I unpacked my stuff from my suitcase, I was walking around naked and mostly erect from the conversation I just had. After putting everything away, I got onto my waterbed and I started thinking about Catie (and maybe Jody, and maybe her boyfriend as the foursome we'd discussed briefly at the airport). I let my mind play with that as I stroked myself. I pulled a pair of panties out of the plastic bag that Catie had given me (I didn't realize she had given me two pair) to increase my sensory experience of her scent. I placed her panties over my face and breathed deeply her scent that we had shared over the past week.

I shot a couple of good streams of cum as I orgasmed once again. It puddled on my stomach and in my navel. I put her panties back in the bag and sealed it. I laid there for quite a while and eventually wiped my cum over my abdomen. I would allow it to dry and sleep with it on me overnight.

Although my mind was still flooded and spinning with all these things that happened since leaving Portland, my body was ready for a deep sleep. I rolled over, turned off the lights, and drifted off to a blissful sleep.

End of Part 2