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 Title - Slow Train

   Author - Carel deKenny

   First Edition - April 2016



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   MMFF anal group inc creampie fist.

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please READ NO FURTHER.

   DISCLAIMER ---------

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   This story has been crafted for the titillation of those people who are
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   Under no circumstances should this work of fiction be treated as a guide
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   Chapter 1 - Dogs Body --------------------

   Everyone tells you that a trade is the best thing you can have.  Your
friends and family tell you to be a plumber, an electrician, a builder, an
engineer.

   Of course, to get a trade you need to do an apprenticeship in which you
learn from a master (old guy) how to do things correctly (in the old way)
and you go to college.

   At college they pump you full of theory so that you learn to do things
in the best and most efficient way.

   What they don't tell you is that you will make the best tea, fetch the
best coffee, collect the sweetest cakes and the widest range of doughnuts.

   I have learnt some impressive skills.  I can fix any paper jam the
photocopier throws at me, practically with my eyes closed.

   I can clear a PC infected with the latest malware and viruses and save
the blushes of the idiot using it.

   I can give advice on the best and safest places to access porn so that
you don't infect your PC with nasties.

   All of these valuable skills are provided by me for the grand sum of 2
pounds 50 an hour.  Yes, I know, it's hard to believe but, they pay me a
whole 2 pounds 50 an hour, 20 pounds a day making 100 pounds a week.  My
maths has always been good.

   Of course there are some perks.  Janine in Accounts, Shelly in Materials
and Suzie in Design are just the start.  All had beautiful souls, bodies to
match and a healthy interest in the sexual development of an 18 year old
man child.

   Don't get me wrong, Huntkeeper Tech was a great company to work for. 
Almost every car company in the country incorporated their electronic parts
in their high-end vehicles.  Unfortunately there were just a few managers
who couldn't run a piss-up in a brewery.

   It was heading for five pm on a Friday afternoon I was making my usual
rounds with an empty brown envelope.  Nobody asked what you were doing
because they really didn't want to get stung for a 'contribution'.  In any
week there were at least three collections doing the rounds.  Weddings,
engagements, birthdays of every decade, becoming a parent, leaving,
retiring and many other 'significant' life events were marked by at least a
card and a small gift.

   Being the cheapest useful resource in the company meant that I was
usually encouraged (press ganged) to volunteer for collection duty and then
tasked with buying cards and gifts etc.

   The HR department had tried to apply some control due to the number of
work time excursions for cards, banners, mugs, balloons and all the other
Hallmark tat.  So now, there has a large stationary cupboard and filing
cabinet in HR where most of this 'tat' could be purchased at only a small
mark-up.

   "Matt, hey Matt," I heard down the corridor.  I should have feigned
deafness and carried on walking but my helpful nature wouldn't let me.  I
stopped and turned to see Mr Thomas, a senior engineer, beckoning to me.

   I walked back to him, "Hi Mr Thomas.  What can I do for you?"

   "I'm sorry Matt but there has been a major cockup.  We were supposed to
deliver a box of prototypes to one of our contractors in Manchester
yesterday.  My boss took the week off and didn't tell anyone else."

   Mr Thomas was a nice man but getting to the point might take a while.

   "So we have been collecting the prototypes and notes from around the
departments and we need to get them to Manchester tonight.  They have
agreed to work over the weekend to make the tool changes ready for Monday's
production run."

   I could see where this was going; a quick trip to the courier's office
round the corner and then done for the day.

   "So," said Mr Thomas, "we are still putting everything together but we
think you can get the 8pm train, a taxi to the plant and drop the box off
before 11pm."

   Whoops, I read that wrong.

   "Pop into Finance, they have some petty cash for you," said Mr Thomas.
"I have been assured that the box can be picked up from the Design office
at 7pm."

   It looked like my Friday night plans were out the window and this was
obviously apparent in my face.

   "Oh, don't worry; you get paid time and a half outside your normal
hours. Give your time sheet to Finance on Monday morning along with your
receipts," and with that generous offer Mr Thomas wandered back to his
office.

   Following Mr Thomas along the corridor, I took the stairs up to the
Admin floor.

   I was based on the Admin floor when I was in my office but being the
office apprentice meant that my days were spent in and out of practically
every office in the building.

   Walking past my office door I entered the next on the right.  The
Finance office was quiet.  Everyone but Janine had gone for the day.

   Janine was my office soulmate.  She had natural red hair, pale skin and
freckles.  Tall and thin she had legs to die for and the subtle curves of a
pencil.

   I think I should point out that I have simple tastes.  Female, red hair,
the ability to construct a meaningful sentence, that's it.

   "I believe you have something for me," I said with just the right amount
of feigned double entendre.

   Janine walked towards me, past me and then reaching out she locked the
door.

   "I have to lock the door whenever we handle money," she said looking at
my quizzical expression.

   Janine bent down in front of me and pulled the petty cash box from the
bottom of the filing cabinet.  I took the opportunity to put my hand on her
backside.

   "Oh Matt, let me sort out your money first." she said.

   Plonking the box on the desk she unlocked it and pulled out an envelope
and a note book.

   "Count the money in the envelope and sign, print and date here," said
Janine handing me the envelope and a pen.

   I counted the money and put the envelope in my jacket pocket and then
completed the book entries.

   Janine put the book back in the tin box, locked it and put it back in
the drawer.

   Standing up, Janine turned and kissed me.

   I wasn't slow in returning her kiss.

   "I understand you have a couple of hours to spare before you have to
leave," said Janine after freeing her lips.

   "Stop!" I hear you say.  "That's just not acceptable in a modern office
environment, sexual harassment, health and safety, blah blah blah."

   Janine and I were fully consenting office fuck buddies.  We confined our
relationship to the office and kept it to ourselves and had done since we
discovered our mutual hobby.

   Chapter 2 - Janine Has Needs ---------------------------

   I like to watch porn on my lunch break.  I had a junk room at the back
of my office where all the old office equipment went to die.  With the
addition of a swivel chair and the resurrection of an old PC, I managed to
clear enough desk space to make it a kind of den.

   Nobody ever came back there so I enjoyed my lunch hours in peace and
quiet with a hard cock, a willing hand and a box of tissues.

   That was until the day that Janine came looking for me.  Earlier in the
day I had managed to fix her unhappy laptop.  To say thank you she brought
me some lunch and, seeing my office empty and hearing a chair squeak, she
looked in the junk room.

   Now you might think that things could only go downhill from there but
Janine had an open mind and a sexual stripe as red as her hair.

   Janine pulled in the chair from the office, sat down and started to
fondle herself, all without a saying a word.

   On that first occasion we kept our hands to ourselves but on subsequent
lunchtimes we progressed to mutual masturbation and oral sex.  Friday
afternoons had occasionally given us the opportunity to go further.

   In the finance office Janine led me through to the lounge area at the
back.  There were tea and lunch making facilities and an extremely
comfortable sofa with reversible cushions.

   We sat down on the sofa and started to make out.

   There wasn't much that Janine wouldn't or couldn't do although a tit
fuck was always off the table.

   I stood up and took a condom from my trouser pocket putting it on the
arm of the sofa.  I then removed my trousers and underpants and standing in
front of Janine she grabbed my cock and pulled it into her mouth.  She
sucked my hard cock deep into her throat and then took it back out.  While
holding my cock she licked round the end running the tip of her tongue into
and over my pee hole.

   Janine repeated the routine a few times and as testament to her skill I
was getting really excited.  I had to stop her before I blew my load.

   Kneeling down I lifted Janine's skirt and with two hands around her hips
I had her damp and fragrant panties down and off.

   I used my hands to manipulate her labia and to rub her clit.  She was
always wet when she was with me and this time was no different.

   Starting with my first fingers I pushed both of them in to her and used
my thumbs to squeeze and rub her clit.  I fucked her like that for a minute
or so.

   Janine's face was alive with the pleasure she got from a good fingering.
She didn't make much sound but her eyes and nostrils and the sweat on her
brow betrayed the strength of her emotions.

   Janine's juices flowed freely and I progressed to the next fingers.  the
first two fingers from each hand slide in with just a little resistance. 
The thumbs continued to do their clitty stim.

   A tiny gasp comes from Janine as my fingers invade her cunt and as I
build up a rhythm her moans get stronger.  I don't want her to cum yet so I
cut her off.

   Pulling my soaked hands from her I put one to my mouth where I lick the
fingers clean.  With the other hand I grab my cock and lying back on the
floor I wank my cock back to full hardness.

   Janine knows that her relief will only come from the end of my cock. 
She tears the foil from the condom and rolls it down my member.  She kneels
over me and rubs my cock along her slit and then she lifts, points my cock
and drops onto it hard.

   I pull Janine down onto my chest so that I can fuck her.  I pull my
knees up raising my groin into her.  Now I can build up the speed.  Janine
reacts to speed whereas I prefer slow and deep so I alternate between the
two trying to get us both off at the same time.

   While I am monitoring our progress Janine is kissing me and occupying my
mouth.  I can feel her getting close so I push in hard and then go at it
fast.  Janine's orgasm hits her hard and I hold her tight so that I can
feel every tremble, hear every quiet moan and enjoy her repeated kisses.

   Janine feels that one orgasm is just not enough so her solution is quite
simple.  She licks her fingers and then reaching behind she rubs them on
her arse hole and then carefully removes my cock from her cunt and shoves
it up her arse hole.

   Now it's my turn to cum.  Janine sits up and takes control, rising and
falling and pushing for her second cum.  It doesn't take long and she tells
me when she is seconds away.  That's my clue to buck hard into her bottom,
rapidly getting my release and giving her another orgasm.

   Of course this all sounds contrived and planned and that is exactly how
she likes it and I have nothing to complain about.  Our work sessions are
for mutual release ever a fixed time window.  We try to get a lot of
variety with two orgasms for her and one for me.

   Reclaiming our clothes we slowly dress each other.  Taking our time to
caress each other's bodies as underwear was replaced, buttons done up and
skirts adjusted.

   Sitting back down we took our time to relax, holding hands and kissing
each other on the lips necks and cheeks.

   It was nearly six and Janine needed to be home.  She lived with her
elderly parents who worried if she was late back.

   We were always careful to leave the office separately just in case.  I
kissed and hugged Janine and then she let me out of the office.

   After wandering back to my office, I ensconced myself in the junk room.
I figured that a slow gentle wank would do me the world of good.  Although
Janine and I shared a variety of sexual exploits I often needed more after
our sessions than before.

   I was barely into a video when I heard movement in my office.  Zipping
myself up and minimising the video I took out my ear buds and opened the
junk room door.

   "Oh hi Matt, "said Suzie, "I just popped in to give you an update.  It
looks like the box will be ready for 7."

   Chapter 3 - Suzie's Box ----------------------

   Suzie was a product designer, a clever, petite thirty something with
glorious auburn hair and a cherub's face.  Being so small made her chest
that much more pronounced.

   "I think you just have time to play with my box," she licked her lips as
she stared at me.

   Well that was an offer that couldn't be refused.  I locked my office
door and turned and embraced Suzie.  Bending down I kissed her and let my
hands grasp her round the hips.  Bending and straightening my knees I
lifted her onto my desk.  As her skirt flew up I received a waft of her
pussy scent and a great view of her curls.  Suzie loved to go commando; she
said that the fresh air tickled and the chance of being seen gave her
naughty thoughts all day.

   Suzie opened her knees and tucked up her skirt.  I used one hand to play
with her curls, dipping into her pussy and rubbing her clit.  Her
expressive face guided me to what she wanted and when.  I bent down and
pushed my face into her fragrant box.  My tongue repeated my finger's
previous travels over her clit and between the labia.

   I had to be careful with Suzie as she could squirt half way across the
room.  I haven't found the exact button but some combinations of rubbing
and licking could set her off.  The first time it happened it caught me
full on the front of my shirt and I spent the rest of the day blaming the
tap in the bathroom.

   "I'm ready now," said Suzie, "you need to get that cock in me."

   Suzie never offered to get me ready.  She always assumed, rightly it
seems, that an 18 year old cock is always ready to go.

   Dropping my trousers and pants I pulled Suzie towards the edge of the
desk.  I put a condom on and then impaled her.  Suzie was very wet and my
cock went right to the end of her tunnel.  I loved to watch her face when
we made love.  I could hear her take a sharp breath as it hit home and I
watched the look of desire as I started to fuck her.

   I took a quick glance at the clock on my desk 6.35, plenty of time to
enjoy Suzie.

   I took it slow, making long movements in then out.  I kissed her
beautiful lips entwining my tongue with hers.  With one finger I rubbed
circles round her clit.

   Each time Suzie got close to an orgasm I stopped.  Her eyes begged me to
continue but she wouldn't say it.  After a pause I would carry on but a
little faster.

   The pauses got closer together and then just as she thought I was going
to stop again I didn't.  Pulling her close to me I drove in hard and fast.

   Suzie was such a small thing but her orgasm was so big it made her shake
and tremble.  Her breasts heaved up and down and her love tunnel vibrated
round my cock.

   My orgasm followed and pulsed through my cock filling the condom with
jism.  When I finished cumming I kissed Suzie and then pulled out
carefully.

   I pushed Suzie back to lay on the desk and licked her cunt clean of all
her cum juice.

   Sitting up, Suzie put her arms out and I lifted her off my desk
embracing and kissing her.  With me holding her off the ground she held me
tight almost like a child holding a parent.  When she released me I put her
down gently.

   Suzie was always the most affectionate after I had tended to her needs.
I think that she used sex to switch from the smart design engineer to the
petite sex-bomb hiding underneath.

   We got ourselves tidy and inspected each other.  We left the office
together but apart, talking about my trip to Manchester and how much work
had gone into modifying the prototypes.  As we entered the design office I
watched as Suzie redressed in her professional persona.

   "Is the box ready?" asked Susie.

   "It's on your desk," replied Martin who was Suzie's junior designer.

   Suzie picked up the box and handed it over to me.  It was about the size
of a five ream box of paper and about half the weight.  The address was
written in bold in the top.

   Suzie escorted me out of the office and down the corridor to the
stairwell.  When the doors closed behind us I felt the sexy warmth return
to her.  She stood on tiptoe and kissed me.

   "I know you can look after my box," she said with a cheeky smile on her
face and then more seriously, "Don't leave it on the underground or the
train."

   Chapter 4 - An Interesting Journey ---------------------------------

   A 30 minute trip on the underground got me to Euston station with plenty
of time to catch the 8pm express to Manchester.

   Sitting in a comfortable seat I was surprised by how busy the train was.
I had initially put the box on the seat next to me but an attractive young
woman asked if the seat was free.

   Lifting the box I put it under my seat reminding myself of Suzie's
warning.

   The young woman removed her coat and sat down and, after a degree of
fidgeting, she pulled out a tablet and started to read.

   The train wound up the engines and moved out on its two hour plus
journey.  I was so excited I had a stiffy.

   I have to admit something here.  I hadn't been on a proper train since I
was about eight years old.  Our school had a summer trip to Southend-on-Sea
where our class of 30+ were escorted by teachers and volunteer parents.  We
had all had a great time making sand castles, eating ice creams and
paddling in the sea.

   "Stop telling fibs," I can hear you say.  "This is Southend-on-Sea not
the Costa Brava."

   OK, it was raining and cold and we spent the whole day in a leisure
centre were we ran around like loons, coloured in seaside scenes and worked
through our wordsearches of seaside related words.

   So train journeys were a newish experience for me.  The speed was
impressive.  Although distant objects moved slowly from one side of the
window to the other closer objects whizzed past seen but not recognised.

   I was sat on the left side of the train as we travelled north so I
watched as the sun rolled along the horizon before it bogged down and
slowly sunk.

   Tearing my eyes from the window I glanced over at my random companion.
She was firmly engrossed in her story but with one look at her face I knew
exactly what kind of book it was.

   The high colour, licking lips, flaring nostrils and occasional fidgeting
all gave the game away and I was feeling doubly jealous.  I was jealous
that she was getting off without my help and jealous that she had an erotic
book to read.

   Settling back, I closed my eyes.  Conjuring up a suitable fantasy I ran
through the characters and assigned them names and roles.

   I was just playing out the first scene; my dick was already swelling,
when I felt a hand on my thigh.  At first I was a little confused.  It's
not unusual for my fantasies to go off track although it was usually
because I had fallen asleep.

   So, making the decision that I wasn't asleep, I opened my eyes and
without moving my head I could see...  a hand on my thigh (what did you
think it was).

   The hand moved up my thigh and then across to my groin.  The hand was
attached to my fellow passenger but I wasn't sure whether she was sleep
fondling or making a conscious move on my family jewels.

   I slowly turned to look at her and, thank God, she was looking back at
me and smiling.

   Moving my right hand, I put it firmly on her thigh just below the hem of
her short floral dress.  I was braced for a scream of rape, a facial slap
or even a solid squeeze of my groin.  She winked.

   Now some people can't wink or at least they can but the result causes
horror, laughter or a call to the police.  My attempts have previously
caused all three so I smiled as innocently as I could.

   My hand progressed to the top of her thigh; my gaze fixed on her face
watching for the boundary crossing signal.  Suddenly she reached down, put
her tablet in her bag and extracted two large magazines.  She handed me one
then opened the other and spread it on her lap.

   OK, I was a little slow here but then I understood and did the same
covering her hand on my lap with the magazine.  Under cover the hand on my
groin made a poor attempt to undo my zipper so I slid my left hand under
the magazine and undid my trouser button and the zip for her.

   In return she used her right hand to grab my hand on her thigh and push
it firmly to her pussy.  I can tell you now that that was a hot, wet pussy;
I suppose that reading erotic novels on a train can have that effect.

   As she snaked her hand into my pants taking hold of my snake, I inched
my way around her moist gusset to her soft bare lips beneath and parted
them.  There is something about a wet pussy that invites a good fingering
and I like to do my best.

   My sexy companion didn't take her eyes from mine as I diddled my fingers
round her clit, round her lips, and just into her tunnel.  Keeping my arm
from giving the game away, all the movement was in my wrist and fingers and
that seemed to be enough.  There was a rush of cum juice and a tremor as
she came.  I rubbed her clit once more and I could see the joyous pain on
her face.

   I carefully removed my sticky, glistening fingers and put them to my
mouth but before they reached my lips she reached over and pulled my hand
to her lips.  Taking each finger and licking it wet and then sucking it
clean.

   Meanwhile my wank buddy had been slowly massaging my prick.  With no
lubrication she had been careful not to make me sore but I could see no
good end to her ministrations.

   Leaning over I whispered in her ear, "You don't need to get me off, just
knowing that you had a good time is enough for me."

   Reluctantly she withdrew her hand.  I gently took it and lifted it to my
lips kissing it on the back.

   "My name is Sam," she said, "Pleased to meet you."

   "I'm Matt," I responded, I'm very happy to meet you."

   Sam had a strange look on her face.

   Before I could move beyond the pleasantries I felt the train start to
slow.

   "This is Manchester Piccadilly.  This is Manchester Piccadilly," said
the train intercom.

   "That's me," we said together.

   Out of the blue Sam kissed me on the cheek and said thank you.  Standing
up she shrugged on her coat and picking up her bag she moved towards the
doors.

   Turning back she said, "Don't forget your zip and Suzie will be really
upset if you forget her box."

   I buttoned my trousers and zipped up my flies.  Bending down I pulled
the box from under my seat and placed it on Sam's now vacant seat.

   It was only then that I realised what Sam had said.  I must have heard
her wrong I thought.

   Getting up I collected the box and made my way off the train following
the signs for exit and taxis.  The driver jumped out of the first taxi in
the rank and opened the passenger side door for me.  He took the box from
me and put it in the boot.

   "Was that the address you wanted?" the driver asked me and then looked
at my puzzled face.  "The address on the box he asked?"

   "Yes, sorry, that's the address," I answered.

   "It's a fair trek out to the sticks.  It will take about 40 minutes."

   I settled back and shut my eyes.  I'd had a tiring day.

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   "Oy mate, we're there," said the taxi driver getting out of the car.

   I opened my eyes and looked around taking in the modern industrial
estate and the glass atrium we were parked outside of.

   I got out and took the proffered box from the driver.

   I pressed the bell by the door and stood like a lemon for a few minutes
wondering if I was at the right address.

   I heard a click as the door unlocked and just as I pushed the door open
I was met by a man keen to relieve me of my box.

   "Thanks mate, that's just what we're waiting for," the man said as he
turned and walked away.

   Closing the door behind me I got back in the taxi and we dove off back
to the station.

   ~ ~ ~

   Arriving back at the station I paid the taxi driver, collected a receipt
and then enquired about any cheap restaurants nearby.  I followed the
simple directions he gave me and walked into a nice Italian bistro.

   I was soon eating an excellent pasta dish washed down with nice cup of
tea.

   Having eaten my fill, I felt sufficiently refreshed to make my way home.

   Making my way back to the station I glanced at my watch.  It was just
after half past midnight.

   The ticket office was deserted so I pressed the buzzer and minutes later
I was walking away with a ticket home.

   My train back was scheduled to leave at 1am so I sat down and watched
the departure boards.  Sitting there practically alone I didn't have
anything to do or read.  I wandered over to another seat where someone had
left a free newspaper.  Settling down I was soon engrossed in the silly
stories and lost connections.

   Looking up at the board I saw my train flash up.  I got up and wandered
along to platform 3.  There was no guard at the gate but the screen
confirmed, London stopping at blah, blah, blah.  That's it I thought
walking through the gate.

   The train was quite short so I got on the second carriage and then
walked through to the next.  The toilet called so I availed myself of the
facilities.

   Exiting the toilet I noticed how quaint the carriage was.  The blinds
were drawn and there were small light sconces.  The bench seats were
arranged in pairs with an aisle down one side.  I appeared to have the
whole carriage to myself.

   I settled down at the back of the carriage marvelling at the clean and
very comfortable seats and the thick quality carpet and started to drop
off.

   The train departure was just a footnote in my dream.

   Chapter 5 - Jen's Kink ---------------------

   A door slam thrust me from an enjoyable replay of my day's activities.

   I could feel the train was stopped and the murmur of many people broke
the previous silence.

   I opened my eyes on a vision of loveliness sat across from me.

   "Good morning sleepyhead," the flaming haired beauty said.  "I don't
think we've met.  My name is Jen and this is my brother Glenn." She
gestured to the man sitting next to me.

   "Hi I'm Matt," I said shaking their hands.

   "I will leave you in Jen's capable hands Matt," said Glenn.  "I want to
catch up with some friends but I will be back."

   Glenn leaned over and pecked Jen on the cheek and then wandered down the
carriage.

   I stood up to take off my coat and, looking over the seats, I could see
many passengers making themselves comfortable on the wide bench seats. 
There seemed to be quite a lot of kissing going on and not just coats being
removed.

   As I sat down and turned to Jen my face must have conveyed my confusion.

   "You've never been to one of these have you?" said Jen.

   "I am not sure what 'one of these' is," I responded.

   Jen moved over to my bench and then kissed me on the lips.

   "This is a bit like a party bus except that it's more involved than a
party and bigger than a bus.  On the first Saturday of each month we meet
up on this train for some fun and frolics."

   I looked at Jen with surprise at the audacity and wonder at the
possibilities.

   "So," I said, "this is a kind of sex party?"

   Jen didn't answer but gestured up to the ceiling.  I looked up directly
at myself reflected in the extensive mirrored ceiling and then looking
towards the front of the carriage I had an explicit view of our neighbours
in the next pair of seats.

   Two couples in their 30s and 40s were starting to undress.  Each couple
acted as observers and cheer leaders for the other.  I heard phrases like,
"I love those knickers where did you get them?" and "John, have you been
working out?" and "Marie, I must get the name of your plastic surgeon, he
did a really nice job on your breasts."

   Jen kissed me again and then started to undress me.  I didn't want to be
rude so I did the same for her.

   "Before we go too far," I said, "I don't have any condoms with me."

   Jen pulled what looked like a light pull.  Moments later a petite,
elderly woman arrived with a tea trolley.

   "What can I get you love?" she asked jauntily.

   "Hi Moira, Matt here is new and came unprepared.  Could we have two, no
make that five, condoms, and a tube of lube, the mint one please," said
Jen.

   Moira looked at me and winked, "I will pop back later and see how you
are getting on." She handed the condoms, lube and a roll of tissue to Jen.

   "That is what I really like, service with a smile," I said.

   "I will do my best," said Jen with a beaming smile on her face.

   I glanced up at the mirror and noticed that our neighbours were all
completely naked.  I couldn't see what was where but one woman was enjoying
herself with a vibrator while the other woman was being entertained by the
two men.

   Turning back to the lovely Jen I decided that she deserved all of my
attention so I put the others out of my mind.

   "Are there any red flags I should know about?" I asked gently.

   "I like to save anal for someone special but otherwise we are good to
go," she whispered.

   Kissing Jen, I helped her off with her bra.  Her breasts were a nice
handful.  I kissed each nipple and then I stood and took my trousers and
underpants off.  My irrepressible cock sprung free already standing to
attention.

   Jen stood and unzipped her skirt which fell to the floor.  I took the
opportunity to grasp her hips and slide her knickers to the floor.  She had
a beautiful scent that emanated from her shortly cropped bush.  I pushed
her to sit down and then I kneeled between her thighs and introduced myself
to her pussy.

   I love red pussy like I love red hair.  I love to get a woman so wet and
sensitive that she is well on her way before I get to the important part.

   I began by licking her slit, nibbling her luscious lips and rubbing her
clit with my nose.  I only wish my tongue was longer but a woman's
sensitivity is mostly on the outside so it wasn't a problem.

   I took a break and looked up to Jen.  She was massaging her large creamy
breasts, twisting and rubbing her nipples to peaks.  Hers was a face in
ecstasy.

   I pushed a couple of fingers into her tunnel and massaged her g-spot.

   "Ah, ah, ah," Jen panted and moaned.

   Her vagina was wet and wide so I changed to four fingers in and my thumb
on her clit.

   "AH, OH, EE," came the response.

   I pushed my fingers in and out rapidly and she blew hard, invoking deity
as she came.

   "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god"

   I put my mouth back to her pussy and licked up and down to soak up her
cum juice.

   Jen was still panting but coming down from her orgasm peak.

   "Thank you Matt, I really needed that.  Now you sit on the bench and I
will sit on you." said Jen.

   I sat on the bench seat and Jen lowered her mouth round my cock.  I
could tell she wasn't into deep throating but her tongue was an amazing
thing.  It felt like she could wrap it round my cock and squeeze it. 
Bobbing up and down a few times and licking round the head had me firmly
aroused.  I lifted Jen's head gently and indicated for her to grab a
condom.

   Jen removed the foil and holding the tip, rolled the sheath down my
cock. I was pleased to see that she was an expert.

   Jen backed on to my cock positioning it at her tunnel entrance and sat
back on my lap.

   I'm not a great fan of this position but the height of the seat combined
with Jen's long legs enabled her to bounce around enjoyably.  After a few
minutes I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her into my chest and
nuzzled her neck and ears.  Her response to ear kissing sent trembles down
her body.  Jen had a natural woman scent with a hint of strawberry shampoo
and the heady result inflamed my desires.

   With one hand playing with her clit I rolled my hips round, stirring the
pot one might say.

   Lifting my legs with hers on top I swivelled and lay back on the seat
with Jen still held firmly on top.  Putting my feet flat on the seat and my
knees up I could lift my groin and put some force into our fucking.

   I built up to an explosive and rapid intercourse and then slowed it down
and repeated as necessary.

   With one hand on her breasts and the other on her clit and my mouth at
her ear I could whisper naughty thoughts straight to her brain and gauge
her response to each word and touch.

   "Your cunt is so tight and wet," I whispered.  She groaned.

   I squeezed a nipple and her clit and pushed hard into her.  She moaned.

   "Do you like it hard and deep," I demonstrated, "or shallow and slow?"

   "Don't make me choose," Jen whispered, "you are pushing all the right
buttons."

   I could feel the heat from her face and knew that she was telling the
truth."

   Pushing on to the homeward straight I continued doing what was working
so well.  Hard and deep, fast and shallow, a tweaked nipple, a rubbed clit,
a nibble on the ear lobe.

   "Your beautiful body is going to make me cum so hard.  Your cunt is
gripping my cock so tight," I whispered in her ear.

   It didn't take much to push her over the edge but as I held her tight
every shiver and tremble and heavy breath belonged to me.

   I didn't want her to come down to far so I gently pushed Jen up and
motioned for her to turn round and climb back on.

   Now I could kiss Jen properly and relish the feel of her breasts against
my chest.  I reached down and checked the condom was still on and intact
and then put my cock back in Jen's very sensitive pussy.

   I wanted to keep her previous orgasm firmly in her mind by slowly
stimulating her senses but at the same time achieve my orgasm.

   Kissing her continuously and watching her eyes I pushed deep into her
and built up speed.  I quickly lost myself in her ocean blue eyes and the
increasing rhythm of my cock in her cunt.  I was after a big cum of my own
so I adjusted the motion to meet my needs alone.

   My orgasm marched on to the scene, grabbed my cock and repeatedly
squeezed it.  Jen's eyes reacted as she felt each pulse push spunk into the
condom.

   There was no rush as Jen and I held each other tight and repeatedly
kissed each other.

   Jen lifted herself off me and held the condom on my cock as I withdrew.
Sitting up I removed the condom and tied the end.

   At this point I became aware of Moira standing in the aisle holding out
a bin.

   "Very nice too," said Moira staring at my slightly softer cock.

   On the other seat sat Glenn as naked as Jen and me.  He was stroking his
cock slowly and thoroughly.

   "You won't need the tissues," he said leaning forward, sucking the spunk
off my cock and then releasing it.

   This was very new for me but I didn't want to appear rude having just
enjoyed the best of his sister.

   I was also surprised when Jen positioned herself in front of her brother
and put one foot up on to the seat.  Glenn dipped his head under his sister
and sucked the juice from her hot, wet cunt.

   "Waste not want not," my mother's voice said in my head.

   At this point I noticed the train had stopped and was just starting
again.

   Glenn broke from his cleaning task, looked at me and then his sister.  I
could see a silent question passing between them and wondered what (or who)
was coming next.

   Glenn looked at me and quietly asked, "Do you have any strong feelings
on incest Matt?"

   I looked in my head for any opinions and not finding any responded, "No
Glenn, I can't say that I do."

   Glenn and Jen visibly relaxed.  Jen passed a condom and the tube of lube
to Glenn and then positioned herself kneeling on the floor with her bottom
in the air and her arms on the seat.

   Glenn donned the condom and added plenty of lube.  With his hand he
massaged lube into the crack of Jen's arse concentrating on her beautiful
rose bud anus.

   Glenn took up station behind his sister and pushed his cock down and on
target for her butt hole.  Slowly he increased the pressure on her
sphincter until with a gasp and moan from Jen, he was in and sliding home.

   As Glenn and Jen gradually built up some rhythm I could see how Glenn
was totally into getting the most from his sister's arse.  I could hear Jen
vocalising every in and out far more than she had with me.  Her breathing
was heavy and her face was red.

   My cock was a little soft but was on the rise so I sat down and began a
slow wank while taking in the scene before me.

   Glenn was probably a closet gay who really wanted men but made do with
the choice of fucking his sister's arse in public.

   Jen was a sexy woman who could entertain any red blooded man but really
got off with the triple taboo of incestuous, anal sex in public.

   But then, who was I to attach psycho-sexual motives to complete
strangers.

   My cock was hard but I wanted to watch the siblings to completion.  I
would have offered to join in but I could see that this was a family event.

   Glenn and Jen were steaming to a finale.  He was red faced and panting
with the effort put in to a strenuous arse fuck.  She was red faced with
the ecstatic sensations of anal stimulation and the taboo naughtiness of it
all.

   I could see Glenn cum with a hard push into his sister and a look of
relief at getting over the line.  It was the thought of being creamed by
her brother that took Jen to her third orgasm accompanied by heavy gasps
and deep throated moans.

   I felt like clapping but I wasn't expecting the cheers from our foursome
neighbours.

   Looking up at the mirror I could see all four of them beckoning me over.

   "Excuse me," I mumbled, "I think I am needed."

   Glenn and Jen smiled and I could see that my presence wouldn't be
missed.

   Chapter 6 - Penny's Party ------------------------

   I walked round the corner and introduced myself.

   "Hi, I'm Matt," I said.

   "Hi Matt," said the older man who then pointed out Marie (the youngest),
John, Penny and himself, Max.

   "Would you like to join us, Matt?  We think you might have just the
skills we need."

   "I am always keen to help," I said smiling broadly.

   Max continued, "That's the spirit.  Penny here has had a lifelong
ambition to be in the middle of a three way.  A dick in each hole so to
speak."

   Penny was a mature woman of average height with greying blonde hair. 
She had an impressive bosom, a small tummy bulge and a tidy backside.  She
also had a beautiful blush as she looked me daringly in the eyes.

   Now you might think of tossing a coin or rolling a dice to decide which
hole each of us went in but Penny had already made her plans.

   Penny had watched my performance with Jen and wanted me on the bottom.
She would lay on me face up while Max and John would swap ends as they
liked.

   Of course, my job would be entertaining Penny's back door.

   My granny's words entered my head, "In for a penny, in for a
pound(ing)."

   I walked up to Penny kissed her and then kissed her slowly on each
nipple and then kissed her again on the mouth.

   I whispered in her ear, "I will be gentle.  Are you sure you want this?"

   "Oh yes but I don't want gentle, I want to feel you all cum in me as
hard as you can," Penny said loud enough for us all to hear.

   Penny was an expert organiser.  She had us three men and Marie stand
around her closely.  From a tube of lube she dispensed some to one of each
pair of hands.  She then rotated clockwise stopping to face each person for
the length of a good kiss.  She grabbed cocks and pussy on either side of
her and the person behind applied lube to her back door, pushing it in and
rubbing it over.  Other hands were used to stroke her arms, breasts, face,
neck, back and her pussy and thighs.

   A few minutes of group touching and fondling soon had us all ready for
action.

   I was about to lie down on the bench when Max and John surprised me. 
Reaching under the front of the bench seat they pulled the base out and
then with impressive engineering the back moved down to replace the base. I
could see that it would be possible to do the same the other side and have
a bed across the full width.  I wish I had known that when I was with Jen.

   I made myself comfortable on the bed my head towards the aisle.  Marie
leaned over and sucked my cock back to hard and then put a condom on me.

   Marie kissed me and said, "Thank you."

   With John keeping her steady, Penny knelt with her back to me, lifted
her bottom and Marie carefully positioned my cock at Penny's anus.  As
Penny slowly lowered her arse Marie guided my cock in.  I felt the exciting
pressure as my cock head pushed in and the groan and gasp from Penny as it
pained her.

   Penny pushed on down and took the fullness to the hilt.  Penny rocked
back and forward and side to side getting used to the anal invader.  She
raised and dropped herself a few times until pain became pleasure.  When
she settled I put my hands on her shoulders and guided her back to me.

   Max got himself parked in front of Penny's pussy and between my knees.
Penny had her knees up and wide giving Max an excellent view of his target.

   Max moved in and started to push his cock into Penny.  I don't think any
of them had considered how tight it would be.  I held Penny closely and
distracted her with rubbed nipples and ear lobe kisses.  She groaned and
panted as Max pushed firmly and achieved entrance.

   Through Penny's arse I could feel as Max's cock pushed fully home. 
Through my hand over her breast I could feel Penny's rapid heartbeat.

   Max assumed a position lying on Penny with his arms supporting his
weight and started sucking at her nipples.  He started to move in and out
of Penny slowly but gradually increasing speed.  When Penny started to moan
with enjoyment he slowed.

   John came over and knelt at Penny's side.  Penny turned her head and
sucked him in and then pulled back.  I had a glorious view of this end of
Penny's adventure.

   Max resumed his pussy fucking and I added whatever movement I could and
benefitted from Max's motion through Penny.

   I could feel Penny warming up and I could feel Max pushing harder and
faster.  Penny pulled her mouth away from John's cock and asked him and Max
to swap but give me some time to shaft her ass.

   Max pulled out and swapped with John and in the short intermission I
gave Penny's arse a good hard fuck.  With speed and depth I pushed myself
and Penny well up the orgasm hill.

   As John joined in down below and Max up top we all worked hard and
together towards the same goal, ensuring that Penny had the best
experience.

   Max came first with strong spurts in Penny's willing mouth.  Penny, like
a trooper swallowed the lot and sucked him clean.

   John flooded Penny's cunt and I felt every pulse through the thin
membrane separating us.  Neither John nor Max had worn condoms but it was
no concern of mine.

   As John pulled out and presented his cock to Marie's waiting mouth, I
whispered in Penny's ear.

   "Let me get you off properly.  Doggy style is best for anal."

   I pulled out and Penny rolled off me.

   I got on to my knees and quickly pushed back into Penny's arse hole. 
Now I had full control I could bring Penny to fulfilment.  I used my
fingers in her pussy and on her clit and alternated deep and shallow, fast
and slow.  It was a slow climb but we both got there together.

   My orgasm was a hard train of powerful spurts that were reflected in
Penny's arse hole with tight squeezes on my cock and in her pussy as John's
cum was ejected.

   I carefully withdrew from Penny's ravaged bottom and removed the condom.
Marie swooped on my cock like a bird on a worm and drawing it into her
mouth sucked it as clean as a whistle.

   John and Max lifted Penny from her knees and we all gathered round her
and embraced.

   Penny's broad smile was enough thanks but her full on kiss and our naked
bodies pushed together was even better.

   I sat down on the bench and took a moment to come down to earth.  I
glanced up at the mirror to see how Jen and Glenn were doing.

   The bench on one side had been converted to a bed.  Jen was in a
sixty-nine on top of an older blonde haired woman using hands and mouths on
each other.  Glenn and an older man were sat on the facing bench wanking
each other's cocks.

   "Ho hum," I thought.

   I stood up and walked down the aisle just to see the sights so to speak.
There were about eight groups of between two and six participants.  Most
were naked but some were in pyjamas, skimpy nighties or underwear.  Two men
looked quite fetching in their stockings and suspenders.

   Many people were taking a break, eating sandwiches or salad and talking
about their week.

   I didn't see a sad face anywhere.  A night of debauchery was obviously a
stress busting way to finish the week.

   There were some groups who, perhaps having started later, were still
having fun.

   A group of four young women were in a competition to see who could have
the most orgasms in an hour.  This was freestyle so some were using
vibrators, others dildoes and one just her fingers.  On the bench facing
them there were four men studiously keeping records.  I suspected spread
betting was going on as I saw a few men pop along as observers.

   One group of six had two pairs of men sat down with a woman lying across
each pair of laps.  On each woman's abdomen and chest were laid a spread of
dips along with breadsticks, celery, carrots etc.  The men would dip and
eat.  Other dips were sometimes used and dips were sometimes sucked from
nipples.

   There were a few couples having ordinary sex but there were some very
hands on spectators.

   I bumped in to Moira at the end of the carriage and we started talking.

   Moira had been doing this journey monthly for six years.  She came down
in the carriage and then the following day she supervised the cleaning
service before she and the carriage returned early on Sunday morning.

   At this end of the carriage there was an office at one side and a
refreshment bar and storage room.  Periodically passengers would pop down
and collect a cup of tea or coffee or a bottle of water.

   I asked about the train and its frequent stops.

   "This is one of the last of the slow, night trains," she said.  "This
train stops at almost every station between Manchester and London picking
up second class post and low priority parcels.  It turns a two hour journey
into six hours which makes this carriage an ideal opportunity for a night
of fun and mutual pleasure."

   "Do you get to enjoy the carriage's services?" I asked Moira.

   "Let's say I get the odd touch now and again but I am not supposed to
participate while working."

   "How is all of this organised and paid for?" I asked Moira.

   "One of our members is an ex-head of the rail company and is now a Lord.
He has friends who are also members and there are a few more people who
receive invitations to become members.  Membership fees vary to suit income
and are reduced for younger members."

   Looking down at my drooping member, Moira said, "Would you like a cup of
tea with a little extra?"

   Moira picked up a pill bottle with some odd shaped blue pills in it,
"One of these will kick in after 30 minutes and then you can do me a
service later."

   Well, as you can imagine, I needed some refreshment and a pick me up
wouldn't go amiss.

   After my tea and a good natter with Moira, I made my excuses and
wandered back along the carriage.

   The couples and their spectators had swapped over although I suspected
that they were paired up differently.

   The four men had finished eating dinner off their female tables.  The
women were now licking chocolate from the genitals and nipples of the men.

   The four women in the orgasm count competition were now masturbating the
four men.  Apparently the first woman who got her man to orgasm twice would
be the winner.  "To lube or not to lube?" was the burning question.

   I watched this competition for a while hoping to pick up some wanking
tips.

   Moving on I met a group of three women and one man.  They had set up a
small folding table and laid out a nice buffet meal.  I was invited to join
them to eat.

   Chapter 7 - Helen's Orders -------------------------

   Sitting down, we introduced ourselves and ate our fill of cold cuts,
sandwiches, crisps, salad etc.  There was water, orange juice and white
wine.

   Talking about our jobs I was surprised by the wide variety present. 
Mark was a single thirty something estate agent travelling home to his
mother for the weekend.  Two of the women in their mid-twenties worked
together in a travel agency.  Jane and Judy were on their monthly weekend
trip to see a theatre show.  The last young woman, Helen, was nineteen and
an absolute stunner.  On looks and figure the only thing that I could find
fault was that she didn't have red hair.  The black hair she did have was
long wavy and shiny.

   Helen was a student, going home to her wealthy family for the weekend.
She liked to build up a stock of memories and images to entertain her
through the mindless boredom and lecturing that came from her father.

   There were lots of simple signals from Helen and my simple signal was
now at full attention.

   Having eaten our fill the food was cleared away and the table folded and
removed by Moira.

   Mark had pulled out the bed opposite.  He, Jane and Judy began a session
of mutual entertainment.  I won't go into details but mouths fingers and
feet had key roles.

   Helen and I started with simple kisses and touches.  It was nice to take
it slow and build up the sexual heat.  It was also nice to touch the
perfect youthful skin of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.

   I was new to this group activity thing and I felt the need for guidance
and limits.

   "Is there anything that you don't like or want from me?" I asked Helen.

   "I like a little of everything but if I don't like what you're doing I
will say stop OK," came Helen's simple answer.

   Spending time on foreplay gave ample rewards.  Helen was glowing and
begging for more.  My cock was so hard and long and sensitive that every
time Helen touched it I jumped.

   I took a moment to pull out the bed on our side.

   Helen lay on the bed on her back with her knees up displaying her
trimmed black curls and pink pussy.  Her clit was sticking up like a small
penis and craved attention from my mouth.

   Sucking her clit had the expected reaction as Helen moaned.  I could
feel her clit twitch as its sensitivity increased.

   Licking along her slot to her anus and then back to her clit elicited
more moans of assent.  Repeating this and dipping my tongue into her tunnel
had Helen wriggling.

   Time for my cock to take over.  I grabbed a condom and rolled it on.

   Lifting Helen's legs, I pushed my cock carefully, firmly and completely
into her juicy, warm cunt.  As my cock reached her cervix Helen gasped and
groaned.  I took a moment to let her get used to my length.  When she
looked me in the eyes and smiled I started to move.  Gently at first but
using the full length I pulled out and pushed back in.  I repeated this
slowly a few times and then allowed my cock to run along her labia letting
the head rub her clit.

   I tried running my cock downward along her arse crack.  On each stroke I
rubbed the head over her anus.  Helen released a moan with each rub.

   I asked Helen to roll on to her right side.  With her bottom leg
straight and her top leg bent I re-entered her vagina.  I liked this
position.  It left my hands free to rub and twist and squeeze.

   My left hand played with her labia and clit and nipples.  Occasionally a
finger or two would go in with my cock.

   My right hand took juices from her pussy and spread them along her arse
crack.  My thumb rubbed around her anus.

   Periodically, I changed the angle of my cock so the head run up the
front or the back.

   Helen was facing the other bed where Jane and Judy appeared to be taking
it in turns to fist each other.  Mark was masturbating while watching us
and them.

   Helen reached out and took over from Mark's hand.  She drew him closer
until she could just take the head of his cock between her lips.

   I realised that it was now a competition with me producing the stimulus
and Mark reaping the benefit.

   Time for some action I thought, speeding up and pushing for completion.
I used the full length of my cock to reach every part of Helen's cunt and
used my hands to touch and tweak.  I squeezed her clit and pushed my thumb
against her anus.  That got a positive response from Helen who turned her
head.

   "Put your COCK in my ARSE and your HAND in my CUNT." she ordered.

   Such strong words from the mouth of such a beautiful young woman almost
sent me into shock and then she was back to sucking Mark.

   Mark handed me a tube of lube which I applied liberally to Helen's back
door and then to my left hand.

   I took my cock from her cunt and pushed it carefully through her anal
sphincter.  It went in easily like this was a regular port of entry.  I
slowly built up some well received motion.

   Four fingers went in to Helen's love tunnel leaving my thumb to trace
round her clitoris.  I could feel my cock moving in and out through the
thin barrier.  I was also able to use my fingers to push against my cock.
That received a very positive response from Helen with gasps, groans and
moans all uttered round Mark's cock.

   Helen had asked for my hand in her cunt so I folded my thumb in with my
fingers and timed with my cock's motion I put the hand in until it stuck.

   Helen gasped and then said, "PUT IT IN."

   Twisting and turning my hand carefully I pushed it in.

   "Aaahh," gasped Helen, "Now FUCK ME with your HAND and COCK."

   I didn't need anymore instruction.  I could see that the intense
pain/pleasure was guiding Helen to her big O.  Mark had been watching me
and receiving feedback from Helen's mouth on his cock.  He was also close
to coming.

   So I fucked Helen hard with my cock in her arse and my hand in her cunt.
The sensations caused Helen to roll and wriggle.

   I came hard.  The pulses were intense and unrelenting and I could feel
them in my hand.

   Helen came hard.  The waves of muscular spasms nearly broke my hand. 
Her head and body rolled side to side as she cried out.

   Mark came hard.  I could tell how hard because jets of his spunk
completely missed their target and shot across the bed three times.

   I couldn't remove my hand or cock from Helen until her orgasm faded and
her muscles relaxed.  This took a minute or so.

   My cock came out first giving room for my hand to be carefully removed.
Helen sat up and kissed me.  I embraced her tightly pulling her sensitive
nipples against my own.  Holding our embrace we could feel each other's
hearts bumping along together and slowing.

   I whispered in her ear, "You really got the best out of me there.  I
hope you don't want seconds."

   "I could never cum that hard again but perhaps we can have a rematch
another time," she responded.

   Tissues were handed round by Mark who was trying to dry up his own
sticky mess.

   Moira handed round a bin collecting tissues and condoms.

   "We will be arriving at Euston station in 30 minutes.  Matt, could you
hang back and help me put things away?", asked Moira.

   "No problem Moira I will be glad to help."

   Chapter 8 - Moira's Little Helper --------------------------------

   In the last half hour there was a certain amount of last minute quick
fire relief but most people were content to clean up and get dressed.

   The train pulled into Euston station and was guided into a lonely little
platform.  I imagined that it was used by royalty and the train to the
north west outreach branch of Hogwarts.

   I found myself by the train door as the passengers decamped and received
handshakes, hugs and kisses.  It was nice to have met such nice and
friendly people.

   After the last one had gone I shut the door and walked over to Moira.

   "Now," I said, "what can I do for you?"

   "Well Matt, I would like you to entertain me as well as you did Jen,
Penny and Helen.  I am sure you are a little tired but just a fraction of
what you gave them would be enough for me."

   I leaned down to Moira and kissed her deeply.

   "If you will share your body with me then I will do my absolute best for
you," I said, meaning every word.  "Let's get comfortable on one of the
benches."

   I led Moira by the hand round to the first bench and pulled the facing
bench out to a bed.  I checked that there were condoms, lube and tissues on
the window ledge.

   I kissed Moira and started to undress her; removing her housecoat
uniform, I reached around her and unlatched her bra pulling it down her
arms.  Her nipples beckoned to my lips and I couldn't resist.  while my
lips sucked one nipple my fingers rubbed and circled the other.  I swapped
and repeated until they were tight and pointed.

   Moira's panties were brief and lacy and succumbed to my gentle hands
guiding them to the floor.  I pushed my nose and tongue into her brown
pussy curls taking in her womanly aroma.

   Taking my shirt off and quickly dropped my trousers and underpants I was
amazed to see my cock was up bright and early, reaching for the heavens and
ready for Moira.  Those little blue pills really worked.

   I laid down on the bed and guided Moira down next to me.  We started
with kissing and using our hands to excite each other's genitals.  Moira
was smiling and licking her lips.

   "Would you like to try a little of everything?" I asked.

   "If we can.  I see so much that makes me horny," she responded.

   I guided Moira to turn round and climb on top for a sixty-nine.  I felt
her latch on to my cock and then suck like a vacuum cleaner.  I buried my
face into her pussy.  The lips weren't as tight as they once were and there
was little moisture.  I licked in and around trying to get as much saliva
inside as possible.  I could see that lube was going to be my friend.  I
spread my saliva north to her anus which looked and felt tight.

   Moira was doing an excellent job on my cock and I could feel her moans
elicited by my licking her sensitive spots.

   I didn't want to cum in her mouth so I got her to release my cock and
turn round.  I cuddled and kissed Moira enjoying her small size on my
chest.

   Rolling over I put Moira below me.  Kneeling, I grabbed a condom from
the window ledge and rolled it down my cock.  I put some lube on my hand
and applied it liberally inside Moira's pussy.

   I looked at Moira and she smiled.  I knew she was ready.

   Positioning my cock at her cunt hole I pushed in carefully.  I felt the
warmth of her tunnel and continued in until I bumped her cervix.

   "Ooohh, that's nice," said Moira.

   I began the horizontal dance concentrating on Moira's response to guide
me.  Pushing and pulling the full length of my cock I could feel real love
juice coming from Moira and knew that I was doing it right.

   Increasing my speed, I kissed Moira then sat back so that I could lift
her legs.  I pushed her legs up and back while watching for signs of pain.
I soon realised that Moira was more flexible than me.

   Now that Moira's groin was tilted up I could hammer in some hard fast
strokes which I did.  Her face was a picture of lustful excitement.

   "Are you ready for some more positions?" I asked.

   "Yes please, as many as we can."

   I rolled Moira to her right and positioned her bottom leg straight down
and her top knee pulled towards her chest.  I had used this position with
Helen and it opened up possibilities for hands and later position changes.

   Re-entering her I gained more depth which met with pleasing groans from
Moira.  More speedy ins and outs alternating shallow and deep reach get her
moaning regularly.

   My hands were on her clit and anus, rubbing, circling and pushing.  I
put some fingers in with my cock and noticed how much room there was,
filing that away for later.

   "Doggy position," I said, pulling out.

   Moira turned on to her front and thrust her bottom in the air.

   Back in with my cock I gave Moira a good deep run, bumping her cervix
and getting her hotter.  Moira was more vocal on each stroke encouraging me
onward.  I gave a few more minutes then decided to try a hand.

   Putting some lube on my hand and spreading it round I pulled my cock out
and put three fingers in.  I kept my thumb on her arse hole and my little
finger on her clit.and then ran my hand in and out rapidly for a little
while.

   "Will your whole hand fit in?" Moira asked.

   "I will do my best if that's what you want?"

   "Yes please."

   I pulled my fingers out and put my whole hand straight in with just a
small amount of pressure.  I was able to open my hand and wiggle the
fingers.  Moira almost came then but I knew what would make her cum.

   Bunching up my fingers, I pulled and pushed rapidly bumping her cervix
and g-spot on every stroke.  A short period of that was enough to push
Moira over the edge.  Her contractions around my hand gave her more
stimulation and kept her riding her orgasm.

   When she came down I removed my hand and embraced and kissed her.  I
positioned Moira on to my chest again and cuddled her while she recovered.

   "Thank you Matt.  That was just what I needed but you haven't come yet."
said Moira.

   "Would you like to try anal cowboy position?" I asked.

   "Yes please but be careful I haven't tried anal before."

   I got some lube on my fingers and reached down to push it into Moira's
arse hole.  Massaging around I pushed the lube in carefully.

   I guided Moira to kneel over me and lower herself in her own time on to
my member.  Once my cock head passed through her sphincter she gasped and
then carried on down taking the full length of my cock.  She reached
forward and kissed me and then sat up.

   Now she started to roll her hips back and forth, lifting and dropping
herself using her hands on my chest.  My hands were massaging her breasts
and nipples.

   Moira was doing a really good job keeping my cock head from escaping
while running her anus up and down the full length.  The tight ring gave me
enough sensation to lead me up the hill.

   I could see from Moira's face that she was getting a lot of enjoyment
from her arse fucking.

   "How are you doing?" I asked.

   "I need a little more stimulation I think," she said.

   I pushed her upright and then hooked two fingers into her pussy to rub
against her g-spot.  I took over bouncing my cock into her arse hole and
with that little bit extra we both came together.

   Moira collapsed on to my chest and we cuddled and kissed.

   It felt like we stayed like that for hours but only a few minutes
passed.

   "I would love to do that all over again but I need to get ready for the
cleaning crew," Moira said, climbing off my chest.

   "I suppose I'd better be off.  If I'm not home for breakfast my mother
will think I got lucky," I said with a smile.

   Moira and I redressed.

   "Don't be a stranger Matt.  Remember, the first Saturday in the month is
the day to catch the slow train."

   "Wouldn't I need to be a member?" I asked.

   "You will always be welcome as my guest," said Moira.

   With a hug and a kiss I said goodbye to Moira and the slow train.

   THE END