Fun Train Trip

This story are entirely fictitious. I first saw them in the station. They were dressed alike. The only real difference was mom's age, and the daughter wore glasses and had braces on her teeth. They both wore white stretch pants that came just below the knee, black sleeveless tops and black sandals. Both wore their hair in a ponytail. It would have been impossible not to have noticed them. I was no exception to the dozens of men and women in the station who saw the pair. The daughter caught me looking, and winked as she walked by. Where mom was not wearing anything under her pants, daughter wore white low-cut panties with hearts on them. They were visible through the white fabric.. I had improper and impure thoughts, then tried to push them out of my head as they called for me to board the train. I had a sl**per for this trip, and was allowed to board first. I settled into my small room, and the dining car steward came by to ask about my dinner reservation. I told him, then sat back and fired up my laptop. Using my wireless air card, I was able to access some of my favorite sites, and was aptly horny when I went to dinner. If you have never ridden Amtrak, you should know they participate in what they call "community seating," which means they fill up the table with whoever walks in. Unless you have a group large enough to fill a table, you will sit with someone else. And as luck would have it, I was seated with the mom and daughter. I was greeted with big smiles (a mouthful of braces from the daughter) and pleasant conversation. Introductions were made, and Casey (the mom) and Carla (the daughter) became new friends. Carla's birthday was in two days, and she would turn 14. The trip was for her, and would end with a weekend in New York City. Much small talk later, it was discovered that I was divorced, and Casey had never married. Carla's dad was a one night stand. She had raised her daughter since she had her at 17. Casey was drinking wine, and had given Carla a few sips, which turned into almost a full glass. The dining car wasn't that full, so we weren't disturbed. The ladies had a 4-person room, and we decided to go there for some after-dinner conversation. I offered to help Carla, who wasn't very steady on her feet, especially on a swaying train. Mom thanked me, and Carla giggled. Of course, I used this opportunity to cop a small feel of her breast. As we started past my room, I suggested that she might want to lay down for a while, and I would help her back to her room later. Mom thought (rightfully so) that I wanted some alone time with her, and agreed. We stopped, and I helped her lay down on my bed, which the car attendant had made up while I was at dinner. I pulled off her shoes, and covered her up, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, before removing her glasses. A $50 tip to the car attendant, and he saw nothing. Casey showed me to her room, and I followed those tight white pants inside, closing and latching the door behind us. She turned towards me, and I pulled her to me for a slow, passionate kiss. It had been a long time for me, and obviously her as well. Our tongues danced, and my hands explored her body. Very impressive body, I might add. As we undressed each other, passions grew for each of us. One of the things she told me during out "talk time" was that Carla had been asking about sexual matters, and she didn't want her to make the same mistakes. They had decided together that they should find someone to teach her what she needed to know. Casey said Carla had chosen me when she saw me in the station. The agreement between them was that if I could satisfy mom, I could play with Carla. I was doing my best right now to satisfy mom. As soon as the clothes were off, I lay Casey back on the bed and kissed every bit of exposed flesh she had. I wouldn't let her cum, yet. I also didn't touch her pussy. I touched and kissed every bit of skin around it, but left it alone. I could smell her scent as her passion grew. I could see her juices starting to ooze from her slit. Finally, I could take it no more. I lifted both her legs, spread them wide, and fastened my mouth over her mound. She came as soon as my tongue found her slit. It had been some time for me since I had been with a woman, especially a woman like Casey. She was beautiful, sexy, and very horny. She was petite, a body type that has been a weakness of mine for a long time. After several orgasms (I stopped counting), I looked at her. She was panting, trying to catch her breath after the last one. I looked at her as I raised up, my erection full and oozing pre-cum. She nodded, unable even to speak as I slid into her. She moaned with pleasure (as did I) as her tightness wrapped around me. She had said she hadn't even been with anyone since she found out she was pregnant. That had been a bad experience for her, and she just didn't want anymore. She wrapped her legs around my waist as I began to move in and out of her warmth. I knew I wouldn't last long, as I was incredibly horny myself. I tried to go slow, but she kept urging me to move harder and faster. "Please, oh please, please, oh, it's so good. Rob, please, oh, I'm gonna cum againNNNNN!!!!" she screamed out as another orgasm swept over her. That was too much for me. I drove deep and held it there, emptying the contents of my balls into her tunnel. I know it wasn't, but it felt like I sprayed for 5 minutes. Finally, I stopped. I supported my weight on my outstretched arms, my half-hard cock still inside her. "Did you cum inside me?" she asked. "Yes, I did," I panted, "but, you don't have to worry. I had a vasectomy and can't have k**s." "Wow, Rob, that was INTENSE!" she giggled. Slowly, I withdrew from her. I rested on my heels, looking at her. I couldn't help but wonder what was going through her mind. She was absolutely beautiful, even more so laying there in the glow of a very satisfied sexual experience. Me? I wanted a nap! But I knew (or at least hoped) that I had one more left in me for young Carla. "Rob?" she started, softly. "I know what I told you earlier. If you want to be with Carla, I am convinced you would be perfect for her." As she said this, she curled up and pulled a blanket over her nakedness. "Casey, both of you are incredibly beautiful, and sexy. I would be more than honored to be her first. But, only if that's what you both want, if you're sure." She reached out for me, and I lay next to her. She pulled the blanket back so I could cover up with her. "I am sure. Like I told you before, she picked you out of the crowd at the station. She said she thought you were 'pretty hot for an ol' guy.' " We both laughed at that. "Well, she's not bad for a youngster, either." As I stroked her hair, and caressed her body, I asked her: "Do you want me to bring her back in here so you can be with her, or keep her in my room?" She chewed on her bottom lip as she thought about it. Finally, she spoke: "Do it in your room. I'll give her some privacy." I gave her another passionate kiss, and slid out of bed to get dressed. As I started to leave, I turned back and let her know I would come back when we were done. She nodded, and drifted off to sl**p. I walked back down the hallway to my room. Closing the door behind me, I looked at the sl**ping form of Carla. I thought about it for a couple of minutes, then decided on my plan. I gently shook her to see how "out of it" she was. Not a lot, so that was good. I kicked off my shoes, and undressed. Pulling back the covers, I was surprised to see that she was totally nude! She must not have been quite as out as I thought! She smiled sl**pily up at me, then held her arm out to me, an invitation to join her. Join her, I did. Pulling the blankets back over our nude bodies, I wrapped my arms around her and began to kiss her. She wasn't as learned as her mom, but still a willing and eager participant. Her leg moved over mine as we lay there, opening her sex to my exploring fingers. Moans escaped from her lips as I ran my hand over her hips and between her legs. She jumped a little when my fingertips brushed her sex. She wasn't leaking yet, but I hoped she was as easily lubricated as her mom. It would make it so much more comfortable for both of us if she were. Rolling her onto her back, I covered her body with my kisses. Her reactions were so similar to that of her mom. Her hands on my head, her body arching up to meet my attentions. As with her mom, I purposely didn't kiss her sex. She wanted it, and I was making her wait. So cruel I know. Ha! I kissed down her inner left thigh, her leg, sucked each delicate toe, then kissed my way back up. As I neared her mound, she took my head in her hands, and tried to push my face towards her mound. I blew lightly across it, and kissed the other leg as I had the left. I could smell her sex, and looked up to see the wetness seeping from her slit. As I neared her mound this time, I planted my mouth directly over it, driving my tongue into the slit, just as I had with mom. I had already decided that I would treat them both the same, so they could compare experiences later. As her mom, Carla came as soon as my tongue disappeared into her slit. She bucked her hips, driving her mound tighter against my mouth. I loved every drop of her juice, and every little piece of her young flesh. Her taste wasn't as musky as her mom's, but still had the taste of a younger girl. (don't ask, and I won't tell). As with her mom, she orgasmed multiple times with me just using my mouth and fingers. I raised up and looked at her. It was as if I was taking Casey once more. Carla's body just wasn't as developed as her mom's, but the daughter responded just as the mom. Carla's "a" cup breasts were heaving, her firm thighs spread. She looked at me with soft, brown eyes and asked if this was it. My response was to line up the head of my cock against her tunnel. She bit her lower lip as I pushed. I told her to relax, and she tried. It still hurt when I tore her hymen. Tears slipped down her cheeks, but she nodded when I asked if she was OK. I withdrew, then pushed back into her. Slowly, letting her adjust to this new feeling in her deflowered sex. I could tell when she relaxed enough to enjoy what was happening. I looked down to see tinges of bl**d on my cock as I pulled out on each stroke. Soon, she was getting into what we were doing. Her hips began matching my thrusts. Her eyes were closed with pleasure as we pumped and sweated in the small room. The rhythm of the train wheels clicking over the joints in the rails almost matched the rhythm of my cock sliding in and out of her cunny. I knew I would last a little longer with Carla after I had emptied so much into her mom. I looked at the beautiful vision in front of me, and stopped pumping. She looked up. "Why did you stop? Am I doing it wrong?" "No, sweetie," I started to say, "I want to show you a different position." "Oh, OK." she seemed relieved. "What do you want me to do?" "Turn over, On your hands & knees." Immediately, I was rewarded with the sight of that perfect, round, ass. She wiggled it at me, looking over her shoulder as I moved between her legs once more. "Is this right?" My response was to slide my hardness inside her once more. The angle and position made her feel I was going deeper, and touching new places inside her young body. For me, I could admire that ass, and tease her little rosebud as I pumped her again. When my thumb found her pucker, she moaned, her head dropping to the pillow. Once more, our rhythm seemed to match the rhythm of the train wheels. Soon, she was pushing back against me, moaning. I knew what was coming next. I could feel her pussy spasm around my cock as yet another orgasm racked her small body. That was what I needed to bring me over the edge. I held tightly to her hips, my cock deep inside her. I tried to count, but realized I didn't care how many spurts of my seed were sprayed inside her womb. Her first male cum, her first time for sex. Her first multiple orgasms. Her head was in the pillow, her body heaving as she tried to catch her breath. I leaned forward over her, holding her tightly against me. My fingers brushed over her nipples, and she shuddered against my cock. They brushed her clit, (yes I did it on purpose) and she came once more. Finally, I pulled out of her pussy, laying next to her on the bed, where she had collapsed. "Wow, Mr. Rob. I had no idea it was like that." Smiles showing her braces. "I'm honored you chose me to be your first, Carla. You are very beautiful, and I'm very satisfied. You and your mom are very special ladies. Thank you for choosing me." She snuggled closer, burying her face in my chest. I held her tightly, kissing the top of her head. "Now, do you want to stay with me here, or go back to your compartment?" She whispered into my chest: "We could both go back, and sl**p with mom. But, if you don't mind, I'd like to just sl**p here, with you." I ran my hands down her smooth skin, kissed the top of her head once more, and fell asl**p with her snuggled, asl**p in my arms.