For a period in the 1950’s, I traveled to work from my home in North London on a branch line to East London. It was a steam train that had started its journey, one station before I boarded it and continued on for a couple of stations after I had disembarked from it. My journey took about forty minutes to complete on it. My return journey was normally made at about six pm in the evening after I left work.

This journey would have been mundane had it not been for the occupants of the carriage in the morning that I always used. In those days individual slam door compartments that had on some of the windows in the form of a sticker ladies only or no smoking. As a smoker, I always entered the carriages that did not carry any of these signs! So did my traveling friends that I had come to associate with over the years. The reason for our association other than being smokers was our love of doing the Daily Telegraph Crossword daily. Now some were more successful than others. So I first must describe this motley crew that joined together every morning on the train to solve it. There was me, eighteen years of age and a trainee industrial chemist who was studying for a B.Sc at evening classes and half – day release from work. I had been granted deferment from National Service. Betty was a laboratory assistant for a cosmetic company, I guess about twenty years of age. Sam a uniformed officer for a shipping company based in the docks, he was about twenty – three years old. Bill was the oldest in the group and the wizard in completing the crossword most days. He was in his late forties and was a chemical engineer for a chemical making company, he held a doctorate. The last member of the group was Susan a lady of the world, former officer in the Woman’s Royal Air-force and now a secretary with a company making refrigerators she was in her early forties. Now, the only one that boarded the train at my stop was Sam. Betty boarded the train at the stop before mine, as did Bill. Suzan boarded at the stop after mine. Bill had already completed a few of the clues in the newspaper before it reached my station so we always copied them down into our papers to get a good start!

In those far off days, salaried staff always worked from nine in the morning to six in the evening. So it was often the case that we all ended up on the same train coming home. Here a final tally was made amongst us, on how well we had done for the day, in completing the crossword. If it had been a good day and no clues to make a final judgment on then an Evening Standard was produced and we would try that for the next forty minutes or so. So my traveling days went on so for a couple of years, until that eventful day that follows.

In a July of the last year I was to travel on the rail line and on a day that had temperatures in the nineties a Friday in fact, We all learnt that this was to be Suzan’s last day traveling on the line, as she was getting a new job in Scotland and was attending a farewell party at work in the evening. We all wished her well. My day went well at work, but at midday I was asked to replace a member of the table tennis team who had gone sick at work to play in a match that evening, I readily agreed. So it was not till eight thirty in the evening that I found myself waiting on the platform for the train home. As it came into the station I saw Suzan waving out of a carriage window that had Ladies Only on it. The train was completely empty, so I did not worry and went inside.

She sat opposite me, on those long bench seats used in those days that just about accommodated a space between each person’s legs. As we pulled away, she got up and hitched her skirt up above her waist then slipped her knickers down to her ankles. Placing her legs either side of me, so that her knickers hung from one ankle she exposed herself to me. Her slit was densely covered in black hair the outer lips were bulbous but the inner lips of her twat emerged outside the outer lips. Her arsehole was in view as she lent back on the seat. She then started to pleasure herself, rubbing the clitoral hood and the space between her inner and outer lips. I was not new to sexual matters, for I had been pleasuring myself from about fourteen years of age. I was quite proud of my prick that was circumcised; so allowing the head of it to be fully in view, some eight and a half inches long and some six inches in circumference when aroused and accompanied by a large ball bag. My football coach once said, I had a prick larger than he had to walk on. My other pleasure had been to visit a girl that lived opposite my family, whose mother being widowed in the war, and was forced to work in the evenings. So watching mother leaving for work I would wander over for a bit of fun! This involved mutual masturbation. Unlike Suzan’s twat, her lips were quite small and covered in a light blonde down. She would sometimes take my prick into her mouth and give me a blow job, I would then lick and suck her twat till she came. Her favourite, was to let me place my erect prick between her upright tits while I rubbed it between them, she trying to catch my spunk in her mouth as I came! She was very experienced, as she worked for a local sweet factory that was renowned for turning out loose women! We never had intercourse, as she said she was saving herself for marriage. She told me once, that she had never seen anybody produce as much cum as me; so one night I shot my load into a tablespoon she was holding, it filled it to overflowing! So Suzan frigging herself was no shock. I thought she had probably had a bit too much to drink at her leaving party! I opened up the flies in my trousers and slipped the elastic of my Y fronts under my balls. I began to make long strokes with my hand up and down my prick as I watched her. The head of my penis was purple and enlarged, the strokes became shorter and quicker then I shot my load all over her extended legs. Have you got a rubber? she said, I said I had not, as I wiped the cum from her legs with a handkerchief. Then you will have to stick it up my arse she said. At which point reaching into her handbag she pulled out a small jar of Pond’s Cold Cream undoing the lid, she rubbed the cream on to my rampart prick and balls, that now stood proud again! She pulled down her blouse and bra exposing her pendulous breasts. Turning around and bending over, on to her carriage seat, exposing her tight arse to me, with legs wide apart. I put the head of my penis at the entrance to her arse, the brown wrinkled hole seemed to open up and with one push my eight and half inches was inside the warm confines! I began my movements back and forth; her arse felt cool as my belly connected with it, my ball bag was slapping against it. I felt her hand come through her open legs to grab my ball bag and proceed to rub her twat with it, and then she released it and plunged her fingers into her cunt. I could feel the movement of her fingers in her twat passage, on my prick in the other orifice that I was drilling with my tool. I passed my hands round her body grabbing her large breasts in both hands and pulled on them, to assist my thrusts in her arse. I could feel the nipples rising under my hands. Then she started to come, shrieks, moans and filthy language emerged from her mouth I rammed as hard as I could and exploded inside her, I could feel the pulsing of the passage of cum from my prick inside her. We fell together on to the seat and as I withdrew the cum flowed out of her arse. Using her knickers, she first wiped my limp tool dry and then her arse. Before placing them back in her handbag. She said, “That’s the best fuck, I have had for years.” She took a packet of cigarettes out of her handbag and we sat and smoked till her station came for her to leave, as she got out, she gave me a deep tongue kiss, while she was doing so, I stroked her bushy twat as a fond farewell; goodbye, I won’t forget you she said. I told her that I hoped her new job in Scotland went well.

I never saw her again and it was the only time in my life that I sodomized a man or a woman. Nor, did I ever have a climax in my life so intense, as I did on that evening train journey. Thank you, dear Suzan.

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