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After The Train

Part 4, Chapter 8: Another Train - Portland Thanksgiving - We Meet Ted and Annie

Thus far, Catie and I had limited our oral/anal play because we were mindful of bacterial cross-contamination and possible illnesses. Oh, there had been little probing efforts (pun intended) but never anything so overt as this. But it was also part of our exploration with each other, breaking new ground and old taboos. This wasn't scat play (yet) but it was getting much closer in my book. Lust can be a powerful motivator in overcoming reason and removing barriers.

Less than an hour before, Catie had taken my cock in her mouth after cumming in her ass. I didn't ask for it and didn't expect her to do it. She just did it.

In the sense of fair play, I asked her if she wanted to sit on my face/mouth to let my cum drain out of her ass. She told me "maybe later" but she just wanted to feel my tongue probing and "cleaning" her freshly filled hole. Well, there was no time like the present and I was still inside her. So, we maneuvered so that she got her ass up in the air while I was still inside her. I asked her if she was ready and she indicated that she was. I slowly pulled my semi-hard cock out of her ass and prepared to take her ass to my mouth.

The first thing that I noticed was that her anal tissue was slightly inflamed. Not dramatically swollen, but definitely stretched and stressed. The second thing I noticed was some of my semen flowing together through the anal tissue folds to form a drop or two of semen that was going to run down her crack. The third thing I noticed was her scent and not just the fecal scent but the totality of it all. It wasn't objectionable at all. And so, my tongue slid into her from below with an upward sweeping and swirling motion before plunging into the center of her anal sphincter muscles. In addition to causing Catie to tense up initially before relaxing, more of my cum came out her ass for me to lap up.

I knew how pleasurable a sensation this licking sensation was and Catie seemed to be thoroughly enjoying it. I probed her ass with my tongue and swirled it around to lap up the cum that was leaking out. Other than the hint of the taste of the lubricant we used (and I would describe it as a bitter taste), it didn't really taste much different from when I would normally eat my cum draining out of her. I can say that we both loved the "nastiness" of this.

Catie finally laid down and rolled over so that we could be face-to-face. Traces of my cum from her ass were still in my mouth and she eagerly took as much of it as she could get. We reached our second stop in the state of Washington at Bingen, WA. Not a big place. Catie and I got up and decided we'd get dressed and go forward to the Lounge car rather than eating in our room. There wasn't anything to see since it was dark but we could get food and sit together like regular people (who had just had anal sex twice and had an ass full of cum?). For the Monday after Thanksgiving, the train didn't seem particularly crowded. We used some of the time to compare notes and write in our respective journals.

When we came back to our room, the beds were already folded down and made up for us. I commented (again) that while it was nice to be "legit" in terms of both of us being in the room, there was something edgy that we had lost about sneaking her in and out of the room like we did in September.

We had a number of hours to go before reaching Spokane. Once the section from Seattle arrived and was attached, the train would depart to continue the trip to Chicago. We both concluded the writings in our journals, got undressed, and got into bed. It was nice to be in bed with Catie just to talk, cuddle, and stroke each other. It was the sensual side of a very intense sexual relationship. And we knew, of course, that sensual side would lead to the sexual. As we drew closer to Spokane, Catie wanted to give me some "proper enemas" since I/we missed too much of that during our Thanksgiving holiday.

One of the things we had discovered was that Catie really liked giving me enemas. For one thing, she didn't have an automatic "Ew, yuck!" response to enemas or things anal. The second thing that helped was my experience and willingness to be vulnerable and open about body functions that most people found to be embarrassing and "private" (or maybe disgusting). And third, though I later recognized this as both a strength and a weakness, was I gave Catie space to be who she was or at least the chance to explore it without judgment on my part. And whatever reluctance she had around enemas prior to meeting me, they seemed to have fallen away. In many ways, we were complimentary kindred spirits.

Catie prepared me for a series of enemas prior to our arrival in Spokane and to be completed by the time or shortly after we left Spokane heading towards Idaho. There would only be one stop in Idaho (Sandpoint, ID) before heading down the panhandle and crossing into Montana in the middle of the night. With a towel placed on the bottom bed, I got on my knees in the ass-up position. Catie prepared the first bag and hung on the edge of the top bunk. She positioned the bag so that if I turned my head far enough to the right, I could see the bag empty and flatten as the warm water flowed into my ass. Catie was directly behind me, inserted the nozzle, and opened the clamp. From this position she could make sure the nozzle stayed in my rectum and she could stroke my ass, balls, and cock.

"I don't want you to cum," she told me. "Let me know if I'm bringing you too close to cumming." Sometimes orgasms just happen without much warning, but I told her that I would let her know.

The first bag drained into me and she told me to stay in that position because she was going to give me a second bag. It was really quite easy for me to take 4 quarts in those days. She pulled the nozzle out of my ass and I could look over and watch her fill the bag again with warm water. She turned back to the bed (it is really quite tight in these rooms with the bed open), hung the bag up again, sat down behind me, and inserted the nozzle. I heard the click of the clamp opening and felt the surge of liquid into my rectum. Then I heard the single click as Catie reduced the flow rate by partially closing the clamp.

Since the train was moving, it did feel like the enema was sloshing around inside me as I got progressively more full. Catie continued to stroke me all the while telling me I had "a really nice ass." Roughly five minutes later, the bag above me was drained and Catie closed the clamp before pulling the nozzle out of me.

"How are you doing, babe?" she asked. I indicated that I felt quite full and that I was fine. I knew that being in this position with this much liquid that this enema was going to be quite "productive." While in this position, she was running her finger around the outer anal muscle ring. At times, it was everything I could do just to hold it in. Somehow, I managed. After about five minutes she suggested that I get up and release my enema into the toilet. She sat there in the chair by the window while watching me release and giving me words of encouragement. The initial release was easy, of course. It was the enema liquid that had penetrated deep into my colon that took more effort. My cock was hard and looking for relief but I kept my hands off as did Catie. I leaned back against the back of the toilet and Catie massaged my abdomen from my right to left to coax the enema liquid across my upper abdomen and eventually down through my rectum into the toilet. It was softer and less clumpy as it came out in spurts.

"Okay, clean up for the second round," Catie said. After wiping with toilet paper, we finished with a wash cloth.

"Lay down on your back," she directed. She refilled the bag and had me pull my legs up and spread so that she could insert the nozzle. She hung the bag above me and slipped the nozzle in. The second enema began with a click and I felt the water showering inside my rectum. Catie had direct access to my cock in this position and largely avoided contact with it. We could see my cock move up and down with my pulse, and the train motion also accentuated the motion. Catie mostly focused on my balls; caressing them, gently squeezing them. Once again, I took two bags and laid there on the bed for a longer period of time as Catie crawled up beside me gently stroking my chest and my balls.

I asked Catie if she wanted to join me in these enemas. She told me no because she already had two loads of my cum in her ass and she wanted the third (in Idaho) to hold inside her all night. Catie wasn't the first woman I knew who loved the knowledge and sensation of being filled with cum as an erotic turn-on. The first woman I ever met with that particular viewpoint was a friend of mine in college. We were good friends who could/would talk about intimate experiences (and she and I were not fuck-buddies). For her, it was a payback or revenge thing for her to spite her overbearing father now that he couldn't control her any longer. She wanted him to know who she was fucking, how many she was fucking (per day or week), and the fact that it was also interracial. She liked Arabs and big, black cocks. But I digress.

So, Catie was building me up to another intense (and maybe quick) orgasm in her ass.

"We have all day tomorrow to share enemas and other things," she said to me.

I knew what she meant because we had the long day to travel across the width of Montana.

The train slowed as we were approaching Spokane, Washington. The train would be stopped for a while to connect with the Seattle section of the train. I got up to release this second enema before we arrived. And as before Catie, sat there and watched me as I released the easy part of the enema. She got up and helped massage some of the remaining enema out of me as I leaned back against the wall behind me. We came to a stop in the station and I finished releasing the enema. I wasn't exactly expelling clear liquid but I was getting there.

Although it was nearly midnight, we had the lights on and the curtains open, the shed style weather protection for the platform meant that we really could not be seen from the train station nor any nearby off-site observer. And either of us would only be seen from the platform if we got close to the window. Still, it was our show to put on.

"One more enema for you, my love," Catie said. This one would be a single bag rather than two bag enemas, like I had taken already. Once I was cleaned up, Catie had me get on the bed once again on my back. I watched as she prepared the bag for me and then hung it on the upper bunk again. It was really a sight to behold. I know I didn't appreciate it quite so much when we first met and did this in September. So much had changed in the nearly three months since we first met.

She slid the nozzle into me and I watched the bag drain. She sat on the edge of the bed this time while the enema was flowing into me. With the clamp wide open, it didn't take long for the bag to flatten.

"You look so relaxed," she said.

"I am."

"Don't get too relaxed."

The power went out briefly on the train and only the lights maintained by battery backup were on. It really was quite cold in the "Inland Empire" (a balmy 10°F) and you didn't want the power / heat to be off for long. Of course, it had been colder over the weekend and the warming trend was also coming to the region as we left. This short power "failure" was just the engine being disconnected from our portion of the train and the Seattle section being connected. A couple of jolts from the coupling and power was restored. Soon, the train was under way. We were only 20-25 minutes away from the Washington/Idaho border and would be passing north of Coeur d'Alene as we headed toward Sandpoint, ID.

"Why don't you go release your enema. And when you're done, you can come back and cum in me." The train was moving quite quickly as we got away from Spokane. The expulsion went fine but my bladder needed relief and it was difficult to relieve my bladder with such a hard erection.

Catie was belly down on the bed when I came out of the bathroom. Her face was facing me as I approached and her legs were spread.

"I'm ready for you," was all she said and was all I needed. I couldn't tell if she had applied any lubricant in my absence and I asked her if she wanted me to "lube up." She told me that she had all the lube she needed. It turned out that she hadn't applied any lubricant and that she was relying upon whatever pre-cum I produced in addition to the semen that was already present inside her. It's not a bad lubricant, it's not great either. There was more friction than we typically encountered. But I made slow and steady progress pressing my cock further past her anal muscle ring and into her rectum.

By this time, I was certain that we were into the state of Idaho. But I took my time or as much time as I could before I felt myself approaching that edge before going over it and spurting inside Catie's ass once again. I was surprised that I lasted as long as I did. I tried not to put my full weight down on her back and eventually we rolled over so that I was on the inside of the bed, on my left side, in the inserted spoon position.

I must have dozed off because we were in Sandpoint, ID before I knew it. I was cuddled next to Catie. The lights were still on. From my position I could reach one of the light switches to turn one of the lights off. Catie woke up briefly and asked where we were and I indicated Sandpoint and to go back to sleep.

Catie woke me a couple of hours later. The train was stopped. I could tell we were at a station.

"Do you know where we are?" I asked.

"Libby, Montana." My watch said 3:45 AM (but we were now in the Mountain Zone, so it was 4:45 local time). We were stopped only a few minutes before the train started moving again. Catie got up and went into the bathroom to relieve her bladder. I went in after she was finished. Catie indicated that it was time for me to enter her again (we're in Montana) and so I took my time entering her and stroking in and out until I was cumming in her ass once again.

"Mmmm...four loads inside me," Catie said when the last of my spurts of semen were filling her rectum. Really hadn't thought about it in that way. But it turned her on knowing that. We dozed back to sleep with my cock still lodged in her ass.

We finally woke up sometime as we were traversing around the southern side of Glacier National Park. The sun was just coming up though it wasn't very bright yet. We cuddled together and discussed whether we should go to breakfast or have it in our room. We decided that we would go to breakfast in the dining car. it was such a turn-on for her, for us, to know she was sitting there with multiple loads of my cum in her. The fact that they were in her ass made it that much more erotic.

I folded the bed back to a couch to give us a bit more room and we grabbed a couple of quick showers. We got dressed and exited our room to go to the dining car. As we stepped into the hallway, an older couple in the room next to us were also exiting their room. We greeted each other. I stopped to tell the sleeping car attendant that she didn't need to change the bed back into a couch even though it was folded back into the couch position. We walked through the train to the dining car for breakfast. It seemed most of the people in the coach section were still asleep. When we arrived at the dining car, we decided on being seated together.

He introduced himself as Ted (Teddy), she as Ann (Annie). They were both 71 years of age. He was a recently retired engineer. She was a semi-retired nurse. They lived in the Minneapolis area and were returning home after visiting children, grandchildren, and great grandchildren in the areas around Portland during the Thanksgiving holidays. To them, the cold snap in the Portland area was like springtime in Minnesota (Catie could relate from her experience in Chicago). They had been married for nearly 50 years. Until they COVID pandemic, it never occurred to me that they were survivors of the Spanish flu pandemic.

Although they flew to a number of places around the world (they had flown on the Concorde once), they loved the relaxed pace of train trips and had taken a number of trips throughout the US, Canada, and Europe. As Annie confided to us "Sex on the train is still wonderful" and is much more difficult in an aircraft. Well, at least we weren't the only ones enjoying sex on the trains.

Of course, they were also interested in us and the train.

"Are you married?" I assumed that Annie was asking if Catie and I were married.

"No, ma'am." I did add that I was getting a divorce from my wife and that I had a child through that marriage.

We gave our brief history of meeting on the train in September, the beginning of our long distance romance, and our trip to Oregon to be with Catie's family during the Thanksgiving holidays. We left out all the erotic details, of course. We talked briefly about my family, too. After a very interesting and pleasant breakfast, we left the dining car and headed back through the train. We stopped in the observation car to observe the scenery and continue our chat. It was very different from when Catie and I passed through in September.

Ted and Annie were quite a couple, clearly not ready to be limited or defined by "old age." We got into a conversation about AIDS and the developing epidemic given Annie's experience in the medical field. I thought the questions that they asked were friendly and a bit personal. But they were also asked in a way to seem innocent enough in the context of the conversation. They could infer from Catie's answers that we (Catie and I) had shared multiple sex partners as part of our relationship though it wouldn't have been clear who was involved beyond Catie and I. Of course, Catie and I knew the specifics and we didn't share that.

Annie asked what we we'd be doing during the day.

"Besides spending the day on the train crossing Montana?" I asked. Before Annie could answer, Catie told her that we'd be spending time on some very special attention to each other. Annie (and Ted) smiled a knowing smile and got up to leave.

"Dinner together tonight?" Ted asked. "Sure!" we said together.

Annie chimed in "Stop in if you want to do lunch together."

"Okay," Catie said. "You, too. You know where we we'll be."

We watched as they departed the observation lounge.

"They're a cute couple," I said.

"I bet they're thinking the same thing about us," Catie replied. "Why did you ask about Amway?" referring to a question I asked them.

"I had some previous experience with a very attractive couple who appeared way too interested in my ex-wife and I. We figured it was either sexual or Amway. It turned out it was Amway."

"You know Annie wants to fuck you?" Catie asked.

"I was thinking the same thing about Ted," I said.

"Yes, Ted might want to fuck you, too," Catie said, laughing.

"No, I was thinking that he's interested in fucking you," I said. I paused, and then added "You still want to feel what it's like to be fucked by multiple guys, to have multiple guys inside you at the same time? " reflecting a previous conversation that Catie and I had.

"Yes," she said.

"Well, there may be a chance for that to happen between here and Minneapolis."

Catie didn't say anything for a moment. Finally, she said "I was kind of planning on us doing that with Jody and Mark."

"Really?"

"Let's go back to the room, we can talk about it there," she said.

We got up and left the nearly empty observation car and walked back through the coach section. It appeared that about half the coach section was still asleep in their seats. As we entered the sleeper car, we got ourselves some hot tea to take in the room with us.

As soon as we were back in our room, closed and locked the door, and pulled the door shade closed (and after I put the tea down), Catie began to undress me. I undressed her, of course. We got out both enema bags and hung them up (empty) for later use. I extended the bed and we crawled in it together under the sheets and blanket.

"So, tell me about Mark and Jody."

Catie told me that she had this thought some time back; maybe even before she and I met, though it was a different scenario. She told me that after she and I had met and then she, Jody, and I shared that first weekend together, she had been thinking about (fantasizing about) a scenario where she and Jody could share two guys and Mark was the most likely candidate. Early on, she wasn't sure how I would react to that given how things had unraveled with my wife.

I asked how much Jody knew of the sexual interactions between Catie and I and, by extension, Mark. She told me that Jody knew about our interactions with Abby, that she had given Jody most of the details how that occurred. Of course, Jody didn't know about the tapes (neither one of us knew until just a few days before).

"How about Mark? What does he know?"

Catie wasn't sure that Mark knew anything more than she (Catie) was interested in a threesome or foursome with Jody and Mark. In the spirit of their open relationship, Mark also knew about that weekend together that I had with Catie and Jody. There was a bookkeeping effort to keep track of whom had slept with whom so that we all had a sense of fluid exchanges.

Catie took us down another rabbit hole with a question about what would have happened between my wife and I if she had wanted to add another person...not leave me. Just add another person to our relationship (e.g., her current boyfriend that was living with her). I told her I really didn't know because that wasn't the way it happened. I couldn't tell her that I would have accepted that more than a year earlier if that was the option she had presented to me. Catie told me that, in essence, my ex-wife had offered a version of sharing her between myself (her soon to be ex-husband) and her boyfriend. I hadn't thought of it that way at the time.

I had told Catie that I thought that my ex-wife had actually tried to set up a situation for my wife and I to be in a threesome together about two years earlier. At least that was the way it felt at the time even if it wasn't really that way.

"Was it somebody you knew?"

"One situation was someone we had just met. The other was with someone we knew. But I couldn't be certain about what was going on; whether it was real or I was just imagining it."

"Do you have a plan for Mark and Jody?" I asked.

"Yes, when we get back to Chicago before you fly home, if everyone is amenable to it."

That kind of left me head swirling. Again, it was this unpredictability that made things so interesting.

"So, what about Ted and Annie?" I asked.

"You've got your condoms, right?" I did. "Let's see what happens. We can always say 'no' if it doesn't feel okay to either of us." She was right, of course. And with that, Catie was ready for our "special attention to each other."

Catie got up and filled the two enema bags for us; one for her and one for me. We were closer to the window so my feet and legs could dangle over the edge of the bed in the space in front of the seat and the bathroom entrance. After she had hung up both bags on the side of the top bunk, she was ready to insert my nozzle into me. I spread my legs and she just pressed it in without additional lubrication. There was some friction and it felt good.

Catie straddled me on the bed and handed me her nozzle so I could insert it into her rectum. We both knew that my semen in her ass would provide the requisite lubrication to insert the nozzle. As soon as her nozzle was inserted, she lowered her pussy down on my cock. We hadn't limited our eastbound sexual encounters to anal only. Rather, we had agreed that I would supply her at least on load of cum for every state that we passed through (and I had already done that for Montana).

"As much as I like you in my ass, there's nothing as good as having you fill my pussy."

When Catie bottomed out on my cock, I reached back and opened her clamp. She reached back and opened mine. As we pulled away from the Rocky Mountains and Glacier National Park, the train picked up speed into the open lands of Big Sky Country. The Canadian boundary was somewhere out our window 20 or so miles to our north. The warm water flowed into each of us. Catie had multiple orgasms as a result of the enema filling her and having my cock inside her pussy.

It didn't take Catie long before she wanted to release her (first) enema. She got up off me, took her bag, and moved to the bathroom to release her enema. I laid there, my bag drained into me waiting for Catie to finish expelling. She told me to get up and expel mine and that we'd start again with 'fresh enemas.' After I released my two quarts, we refilled the bags and resumed our respective positions and continued our enema enhanced lovemaking. Once again, both our bags were drained. We weren't.

We could have continued on towards my orgasm but decided that we'd do a third round of enemas. Once again, Catie released her enema first. I followed.

"You know we're going to reach Havre (Montana) about lunchtime. What do you want to do?"

"Let's eat here."

"And if Ted and Annie stop by to go to lunch?"

"Let's tell that we are eating here and tell them they can join us or they can stop by after they've had their lunch."

We got dressed to be presentable to the outside world (at least for a little while) and we contacted the car attendant to let her know that we were going to have lunch in our room. She brought us the menu form and we selected a light lunch for each of us and the time for delivery. While she was there, Ted passed by and asked if we were going to have lunch in the dining car. I told him that we had decided to have lunch in our room, but he and Annie were welcome to join us as the room could accommodate four people (three on the couch and one in the chair). Ted told us that he thought that he and Annie would eat in the dining car. I suggested that they pick a time for our dinner reservations while they were in the dining car. I also told him that if they changed their minds about lunch, they were welcome to join us and gave him the time when we wanted lunch delivered.

We paused our lovemaking and we cuddled up to have some more intimate pillow talk while the train rolled east across Montana. We talked about Catie moving to NC to be with me and what that would be like for us. We also talked more about plans for Jody and Mark when we got to Chicago. It all felt so easy and close.