I have long had a fascination with the act of "pulling a train". To my
mind, it is different from a gangbang in that the men go one at a time,
one after the other until they have all had sex with you at least once.
The reality is that the train keeps running because men tend to recover
quickly and become excited again as the sights and sounds of a woman
getting fucked in the same room by several horny men is very
stimulating. I'd been told by women who had pulled trains that having ten men could mean up to thirty couplings.
Though
I had been active in the cuckolding lifestyle engaging in a wide
variety of experiences, I had yet to pull a train and I began to
fascinate over the idea until it became something of an obsession. I wanted to take care of a room full of men; just me with no other women present. How best to do it?
Some
of our most exotic encounters happen when Michael and I travel. There
is something about being away from home that amps up the anticipation
and expectation of a special event. When we were planning a trip to New
Your City, I blurted out "I want to pull a train while we're there."
Michael's response was, "Wow!" along with a big smile. The planning
began.
I made up a list of requirements that I thought would make
it a special evening. We would be in a nice hotel suite that featured a
jacuzzi. I decided that we would invite ten men and hope they would all
show up. The list of men was equally divided between black and white. All the men needed a current blood test and preference was given to men with whom I'd had sex previously.
Michael would not have sex with me during the evening but would act as
facilitator and make sure all went smoothly and see to room service and
other needs.
As anyone who has tried to organize such an evening
knows, it isn't easy to get this many participants in one room at the
same time and even more of a challenge to get them there with their test
results in hand. We had six weeks to prepare and so we had hopes of at
least coming close to getting what we wanted. One of the benefits of
having written two books on cuckolding and maintaining a blog on the
subject is that there is always a list of men available for play in
almost every major city in the world from Paris to Istanbul. This made
planning the New York trip much easier!
When the evening finally
arrived, we had ten confirmations from our ten invitees but three had to
cancel at the last minute. One of the men who did make it said he had
arranged for two of his friends to be on standby just in case. Believe
it or not, both had gone to the trouble of getting tested in hopes of
participating. The final number was nine; six black and three white.
The
men drew numbers from a bag and that determined the order in which the
first round would proceed. the second round would follow the same order
unless a man wasn't ready to go again in which case he would have to
wait until the next round. I was perfectly coiffed and nude for this
protracted session and there would be a minimum of cleaning up between
"engagements". I wanted to have the full experience and all the men knew
this in advance and were agreeable to a very "sloppy" evening.
The
party broke up between six and seven o'clock the next morning. One of
the men had me five times and a few had me four times. One of the men
only had me twice and couldn't perform after that but stayed to enjoy
the sights and sounds. I was thoroughly ravished. It didn't take long
for me to go into something of a trance completely transcending the
physical aspects of the encounters and experience this incredible night
as if it were a Zen experiment in sensuality. I remember it as a nine hour orgasm.
It
was many days before the sensations had left me. I was sore and could
not have sex for a week, which was a long time for Michael to wait after
seeing me in such a primal event. In spite daily showers, I was still
aware of the scent of semen on me for several days. I'm certain others
noticed it, too. It was very difficult for me to focus on the rest of
our trip, which was part business and part pleasure, as I kept having
flashbacks to various aspects of the evening. I still find myself daydreaming about it.
Pulling
a train was everything I had wanted it to be thanks to Michael and some
really wonderful men. I hope the evening met with their expectations as
well. The only part of the experience that remained in the fantasy
world was that I was on birth control and I could only imagine that this was,
in fact, a breeding party.
