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The Southwest Sunset

We threw a lot of great parties over the years, but this one--the first Katy and I planned ourselves--is still perhaps my favorite.

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If you go on Wikipedia you will probably read that the first passenger train on the high speed Southwest Sunset corridor ran on July 4, 2036. This inaugural embarcation consisted of a gaggle of reporters, political supporters and B-list celebrities--a good story for another time, but strictly not true. The real first high-speed passenger journey between Los Angeles and Santa Fe is the subject of this story.

The day began at Los Angeles Union Station, about two weeks before that 'first' passenger trip. My wife Katy was standing by our luggage on the platform while I walked the length of our new train, going over some last-minute logistics with the engineer and a small skeleton crew. Technically, this was only a test run, and our invited guests were under strict orders to refer to it as such. Satisfied with the final preparations, I sauntered back to my wife, nervous jitters in my gut but unable to hide an eager smile.The Southwest Sunset фото

Katy was wearing a long black suede coat, carefully buttoned up. I grabbed the front of the coat and pulled her in for a kiss, rocking her forward onto her toes. She bit her lip with a conspiratorial smile--we both knew what she was wearing under the coat. These naughty thoughts were only amplified in the context of the busy train station, as passengers from all across the country flowed around us.

I should briefly describe my beautiful and mischievous wife. At the time, we were both in our mid-thirties, still naturally fit--and dare-I-say, hot. I would probably best describe Katy as a mousey, petite Jewish girl, with mid-length wavy brown hair, big eyes and the best midriff I had ever put my hands around. She was usually manic and always cheeky, with a running mouth which made her completely incapable of holding onto a secret.

I would not describe myself, meanwhile, as particularly tall or buff--just fit enough to look back at the photos now and realize I actually did look good. I had very lightly brown skin, just dark enough to occasion questions on buses about my ambiguous heritage, particularly if I had been in the sun for a while. My hair was curly, thick and black, chopped into a kind of subtle mullet which had been popular then. I had a short-trimmed beard, deep brown eyes, and enough piercings to play at being 'cool' (two).

'Everything good?' Katy asked. 'I want to see these so-called party carriages you haven't shut up about.'

I had checked and double-checked the preparations. The great innovation of our new scenic line were special event carriages which sat at the very front and back of the train, completely clad in smoothly curving, unbroken glass. We had specifically designed them as event spaces for under fifty or so people, and we would be breaking in the front carriage on this test journey.

When Katy and I had realized we could have the whole train to ourselves, the idea for this scheme had popped into our head, almost fully formed: One long sex party across the desert.

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The guest list mainly consisted of people we knew from the swinging scene and who regularly attended the same kind of parties as us. But we had adventurous and party-loving friends from other walks of life, and Katy and I had decided to extend an invitation to anyone who was interested, of course making it very explicit what the plan for the evening was. To no surprise, most of our friends had politely declined--with the exception of just two people. As Katy and I stood around the platform waiting for our guests to arrive, it was these two friends who were mainly occupying my mind.

As it turned out, one of the two, Isla, was the first of all the guests to arrive at the station. Isla was a very successful doctor even by then--deeply competent, straightforward but quiet. She greeted Katy and I with close hugs, giving off an awkward anxiousness.

Isla was a first generation Chinese woman, with straight black hair hanging almost to her elbows. She was small but had the body of someone who cycled everywhere and bouldered every day--toned and tight. Although she was often private and shy, a glass of wine or two would flush her cheeks red, highlighting cute freckles and nonstop giggling.

'Ahhh, I'm so nervous,' she said, laughing. Confidently unconfident.

Isla was a friend of mine from my first real job out of college, and I had had a deep and unrequited crush on her back then. But then I had found other partners, and then she had found her own, and we had never been single at the same time. My crush eventually sublimated into a genuine and meaningful friendship between the two of us, although there were always periods where I thought maybe she was flirting with me before she would pull back again.

Katy and Isla set off together to the front carriage with our small suitcases while I stayed to wait for the other guests. We were expecting about thirty or so party friends, and they slowly trickled into the station over the following half-hour. There was nothing quite like the feeling that you were central, essential even, in some great or special happening, in something that brought people truly together. I can still find the cozy feeling of that memory warming me today.

As the time of departure neared, our other friend--Hazel--had yet to arrive. Finally, just as I was getting ready to give up and get the train started, I saw her desperately running up the platform, suitcase clattering behind her. She stopped in front of me, hands on her knees and panting.

'Uber--traffic--oh my god', she managed to get out between breaths.

Sweat was dripping off her brow as she stood up, offering me an ironic handshake as greetings. Hazel was almost as tall as me, with medium length ginger hair in a ragged wolf cut partially covering her soft blue-green eyes. Her arms and legs were covered in stickerbook tattoos of various sizes. She had a gold septum piercing, dozens more in various folds of her ears, and she was wearing a tight white tank top. I caught in a quick glance something I hadn't known--her nipples were pierced too.

Hazel was my wife's oldest friend, someone who she had loved and bickered with since ninth grade. For my part I had known Hazel since college. Despite always being stunning, back then we had all mainly thought she was crazy. I had repeatedly turned down her refreshingly forward advances in college--something which today I have no explanation for. To be fair, she was at least a little bit nuts, and Hazel and I had gone through our fair share of squabbles and periods of not talking. It was equal parts thrilling and frightening that Hazel had wanted to join this trip, something which had resoundingly surprised both Katy and I. Hazel was at that point an increasingly-successful theatre actor and I reminded myself that she probably had more adventurous spirit in her than I had previously given her credit for.

I took her suitcase and we stepped into the carriage together. A few moments later the 'test' journey was on its way down the Southwest Sunset corridor.

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We had designed the route with beauty in mind, and the thousand-or-so miles of smooth new track was run intentionally through the most pristine and remote parts of the beautiful Southwestern desert. The line was part-transport, part-sightseeing phenomenon. Once the train passed Las Vegas, it would spend approximately six hours passing through unbroken wilderness before the nexus in Santa Fe. Although this made the route marginally less efficient, we had figured (correctly) that the beauty of the trip would more than make up for the extra hour or two.

Once we left LA, I quickly gathered everyone for a short preamble. By then everyone had already gotten the multi-use implants, so disease and pregnancy were a non-issue, but there were new faces aboard and I wanted to go over the ground rules again. Most importantly, I had to remind everyone that the real fun couldn't begin until we were past Las Vegas and truly on our own in the wilderness.

That was not a problem anyway, because it gave us about two hours to settle into the trip and get sufficiently tipsy. I should probably describe the carriage, since I remain quite proud of the design. The back third of the carriage contained the bathrooms and featured a long elegant bar along one side. Some DJ decks had been set up behind the bar, open to anyone who knew how to use them. A skylight ran along the top of this section until it reached the end of the bar, at which point the glass spread out to completely envelop the carriage, allowing breathtaking unbroken views of the afternoon light across the Sierra Nevadas. In the middle of the carriage, comfortable double-size rotating chairs were positioned around the edges, with enough room in the center for a small dance floor--one of the intended uses of these carriages was for small weddings or other celebrations. Past the dance floor, the carriage began to taper in towards its rounded front. In the center of this front third was a large, built-in couch that made a full oval, facing outwards. The inside of the oval was filled in with more soft velvet for sprawling out over. Finally, at the front of the oval sofa, facing forward in the middle of the train, I had designed a deep reclining chair built into the couch.

The sofa and chairs were upholstered with soft burnt-orange velvets and dark wood finishings, straight out of a nineteen-seventies spy flick. Warm recessed lights were built into the floor, but we were expecting a clear, moonlit night and were not planning on disrupting such a magnificent view with too much internal light.

The open bar had been set up with a generous grazing platter and enough booze for anyone to serve themselves up whatever they fancied, and the mood as we approached Las Vegas became increasingly giddy. While plenty of people knew each other already, there were enough fresh meetings to sustain a fun atmosphere of flirtatious conversation. The tension of what everyone knew was coming filled the carriage like a thick smoke, swirling in deep psychedelic spirals through our collective consciousness.

I made my way around the party, drinking poorly-made negronis and trying to shmooze with everyone before it was too late to talk. I especially doted on Isla and Hazel, making sure they were having fun and feeling comfortable (I knew Katy could handle herself!). I watched Isla flirting with Sam, a fellow cyclist. She was swooshing her short cocktail dress and blushing, and I felt a strange pang of jealousy that I had not expected to feel.

4

By Las Vegas, we were well beyond bat country and thoroughly tipsy. Some people had already split off into new pairs, gently making out or sitting on each other's laps as we watched the metropolis fly by at a hundred miles an hour. The sun was getting low on the horizon and the city cast deep shadows over the flat desert. Finally we flew through the Las Vegas station. The crowd marked this moment with a loud cheer, raising their glasses for an unspoken toast--the party could begin. Someone changed the music from boppier afro-funk to moody, downtempo electronica.

I was talking to Isla and Hazel, discussing who they had their eyes on, when Katy tapped me on the back. By now she had long ago lost her concealing coat, revealing her real party outfit--long stockings, attached at the top to a short black skirt which barely covered her bum and under which you could just see the bottom of her cheeks. Her top was a tight black leotard which led up from her waist in a narrow V-shape, exposing the sides of her hips, barely covering her perky, mid-sized boobs, and revealing most of her upper back.

'Mr. party host,' she called me, running her finger along my chest and stopping it carefully at my nipple, holding it there.

'Dr. party host,' I teasingly corrected. I was wearing a tight navy tank top and small tight shorts with a thin silver chain around my neck. I had put on some eye shadow and swapped my little ear piercing for one of Katy's big silver hoops. By contrast, Katy didn't care much for makeup, although that evening I recall she was wearing a rather enticing wine-red lipstick.

'Dr. party host,' she corrected. 'We have a special surprise for you. For organizing.' She grabbed my hand and started leading me to the front of the carriage before stopping again.

'Sorry to take him away from you,' she said, giggling at Isla and Hazel. In that giggle and cheeky look was an unspoken acknowledgement, something that the three of us had been too nervous to ask out loud.

Katy led me to the front of the train. Couples and groups of people were already making out in the big swivel chairs and the warm oval couch at the front of the train, but the very front seat, the prime position, was left open, guarded by two women I had met before in other contexts, but never played with--Ixchel and Sakshi. They smirked and gave synchronized cute waves of their fingers when they saw us coming. I said hello, kissing them on the cheeks, before Ixchel demanded I get into the chair, aggressively pushing me down into it.

Ixchel was a Mayan girl who had grown up in LA, with a soft Chicana accent, a gold cap on her left incisor, big golden hoop earrings and sharply cut bangs. She was wearing a turquoise skin-tight leotard, tucked into boyish adidas short shorts. The last time I had met her, she had yelled at me about something before embracing me in a warm hug, and it had done something to me inside--not the least because she reminded me of Chel from the Road to El Dorado, a deeply rooted sexual awakening of mine.

Sakshi was one of Katy's friends from the scene who I didn't know too well. I presumed she was South Asian in descent, and she spoke with a British accent. She had dark brown hair, braided into two long strands which stretched almost to her waist, and was wearing a fishnet top which barely disguised her big, dark areolas. She had a choker on with a silver hoop at the end, and a matching belt around her midriff. Loose silver chains connected the hoops to each other and to tall boots which came almost to her knees.

Suddenly the train passed through a tunnel, temporarily sending us into blackness and eliciting a loud hollering amongst the partygoers. After a few seconds, the train emerged again, deep now in a canyon washed with pink sunset light. Long beams of yellow sun passed between occasional pine trees and onto the brilliant red rocks of old mesa walls, and a few small clouds above glowed with bright oranges.

As if in response to this moment, Sakshi and Ixchel climbed onto the two armrests of the couch, crawling closer to me until their mouths were just near my ears, backs arched down and asses up. Katy bit her lip and took this as a chance to pounce, smacking both of them hard on their buttcheeks. Sakshi yelped, faking a pout, while Ixchel laughed and shook her ass, putting it higher as if asking for more. Katy got onto her knees, nestled on the floor between my legs, looking up sweetly at me.

'This one's all for you,' Katy said. 'Just lay back and enjoy!'

Sakshi and Ixchel smiled and moved their faces down towards my waist, stopping at the bottom of my tank top. They slowly worked it up, carefully pulling it over my head in such a way that their tits lingered in my face. I put my hands around each of their waists, gripping them tightly. Ixchel's nipples were visibily pointing through her leotard and I gave them a quick, soft bite, testing to see if she liked it. When she giggled, I moved from her right nipple to her left, and then to Sakshi's, which were now sticking out through her fishnet top. I spent a while on each nipple, enjoying the moment with my arms around these two beautiful women.

Meanwhile, I could feel delicate kisses from Katy moving up my thighs and closer to my groin. Her hands worked up the back of my legs until they were squeezing my upper thigh, just below my bum. Katy began carefully pulling off my shorts as the two women slid back down my body. They were each straddled around one of my legs, softly kissing my chest and slowly moving up until they arrived at my nipples. Katy must have told them how much I enjoyed having my nipples played with, and I closed my eyes in ecstasy as they deftly worked their tongues around them. I ran my hands down the spines of their back until I could get a hold of their bums, giving them firm squeezes and pulling them in closer to me.

With my dick now out I felt Katy run her tongue very gently up along my frenulum. I flexed my kegels a few times and my rapidly-hardening dick bounced up and down, softly hitting Katy in the face. Ixchel moved up from her position to make out with me in earnest, with Sakshi using one hand to pick up the slack at the other nipple. Ixchel grabbed my face in her hands as I held her tightly around the waist and we explored each other's tongues, communicating in the nameless language of kissing. She bit my lip and pulled on it, and I returned the favor. Ixchel then turned slightly so that she was now cradled on my lap sideways, with her mouth against my ear. She reached over and spanked Sakshi hard, laughing. Ixchel reached into her shorts and unbuttoned her leotard, slipping it quickly over her head. She had tiny, perky tits, with just as small grey-black areolas. I took my right hand off Sakshi so I could feel Ixchel up.

'You're going to cum in her mouth,' Ixchel whispered in my ear, giggling as I rubbed her nipples with my thumb, her left tit cradled in my hand. 'Or you can cum in mine. We don't gag.'

Katy moved from my perineum to the rim of my head, slowly moving her tongue around and gently cupping my balls. While Katy was good at many things, not gagging was not one of them--I usually had to get my deepthroat fix elsewhere. Katy smiled up at me, her big eyes reflecting the same unspoken reflections I was just having. I could see an irreverent glint in her eyes which just said something like, 'you're welcome...'.

Katy had a small mouth and had to really try to fit even the head of my dick fully in--while I can't say I am blessed with abnormal length, I do have a bit more girth than average. Her lips popped around the rim of my head, and she stuck her tongue out underneath so she could keep licking my perineum.

I looked around the carriage, taking stock of the party. People were in various stages of nudity by now, some sweatier than others, and you could begin to hear soft moans over the music. In the distance I saw Isla, bouncing on Sam's lap, her tits completely out. Besides the fact that I was greatly relieved to see her enjoying herself, I was giddy at the realization that I had never seen her even close to naked before. On the other side of the carriage, Hazel was standing with two girls, still dressed and with a big martini in her hand, taking turns making out and giggling like schoolgirls.

Ixchel slid her hand down my chest, and as if to demonstrate her intentions, grabbed Sakshi's hair at the scalp and held it tight. She pushed Sakshi down into my chest, sliding her down my leg until she was out of Ixchel's reach. Sakshi knelt on the floor next to Katy, my legs now splayed wide to accommodate both of them.

'Which one will it be?' Ixchel whispered again.

'Can I try both?' I answered, trying to play it cool. Ixchel bit her lip and held her forehead close to mine, so that we were looking right into each other's eyes. After a moment she popped her back up straight, still on my lap, her boobs once again eye level as she looked down on me with a stern face.

'Whatever you want,' she said, stepping off me and standing behind Katy and Sakshi. Sakshi was running one finger along my leg, across my balls, and down to my taint. She pressed firmly there and looked up at me for approval, and I exaggerated the feeling of pleasure on my face to show that I enjoyed that too.

 

'Our turn,' Ixchel said to Katy, playing up a bratty voice. Katy stood up to let Ixchel slot in between my legs, next to Sakshi.

'I'll be back in one sec,' Katy said, walking off to the back of the carriage. Ixchel and Sakshi now sat with my throbbing dick between their heads. They put their mouths on each side at the base, moving up together in synchronization. When they got to the head, they began making out with each other, the head of my dick still firmly between their lips.

Katy came back with a drink in one hand and a vape in the other.

'For you, my darling,' she said, putting on an exaggerated mid-Atlantic accent. 'Let me indulge you. I want you to be transcendently relaxed.'

Katy motioned for me to scoot forward in the seat and she slipped in behind me so that I was now sitting between her legs and leaning back into her breasts. She placed the cocktail on one side and the vape on the other, occasionally feeding them to me when she felt the timing was right. Otherwise, she reached around my chest and gently played with my nipples.

The first hit from the vape went right to my relatively tipsy head, sending shivers of pleasure down my body. I put my hands on the heads of Ixchel and Sakshi, pushing them tighter onto my dick. Outside, the sunset hues were beginning to fade to the duller lavenders of dusk, and the bright red canyon walls became deep purples.

'Enjoy,' Katy said, smiling down at me as I looked up. 'This one's just for you.'

Sakshi went first, carefully wrapping her soft lips all the way around my dick. Ixchel laughed at her, calling her a pussy and daring her to gag. In defiance of this, Sakshi pushed deeper onto my cock. Ixchel took this as an opportunity to help out, grabbing her hair and pushing her even deeper down, catching Sakshi by surprise. Ixchel took over thrusting and small tears began to stream down Sakshi's face. Ixchel let go and Sakshi pushed back off my dick, almost crying but still smiling widely.

'Bitch!' Sakshi accused flippantly, slapping Ixchel on the cheek.

Katy gave me another sip of my drink and a hit from the vape.

'Watch this,' Ixchel said, deftly taking my cock into her large mouth and pushing down all the way to my balls. She started slowly rocking her head back and forth, taking the full length of my dick in and out of her throat.

Katy increased the pace of rubbing my nipples and I softly groaned, looking back up at the sky and Katy's face. She could tell I was not going to last much longer. Ixchel let up off my dick and the two girls went back to making out around its rim. Ixchel looked up at me.

'You can really fuck my face if you want,' Ixchel said. 'Finish wherever you want.'

Katy already knew where I wanted to finish--deep in Ixchel's throat. I grabbed Ixchel's head and she smiled knowingly, darting her eyes to Sakshi as if she had won the competition. Sakshi slipped down lower in her stance, sticking her ass out farther and putting her head beneath my cock so that she could play with my balls. Because I was leaning back quite far onto Katy, my butt was slightly sticking off the edge of the sofa so Sakshi would have enough room to get to my taint.

Clutching Ixchel's hair, I thrust my dick into her mouth, filling her throat as far as I could go. Katy continued playing with my nipples with one hand and feeding me a vape with the other while Sakshi licked my balls and pressed on my taint, skillfully finding the sweet spot there below the prostate. I thrust in and out of Ixchel's mouth, slowly at first, until I realized how hard she could really take it.

The feeling of orgasm began to roll down my spine and through my loins. I thrust harder, remembering Katy's command to relax as completely as possible. Pure bliss filled me up like the beams of light from the sunset outside and my eyes rolled back in my head, still nestled into Katy's beautiful tits. The desire to ejaculate was filling up my groin, as yet under control but soon unstoppable.

I focused on the raw sensations around me, clearing my mind from anything but primal feelings. Katy's fingers on my nipples, her breasts on my head, Sakshi's tongue on my balls, her fingers on my taint, the feel of Ixchel's hair between my fingers and the wet warmth of her mouth around my cock. I was about to cum, now past the point of no return. I relaxed my muscles, surrendering to ecstasy.

I pulled Ixchel's head deep onto my cock and began cumming into her throat. I opened my eyes so I could see her take it, her eyes shut with the pleasure of someone who knows they have done a great job. As I continued cumming, I kept thrusting slowly, feeling her tongue on the bottom of my dick, closing my eyes once again and soaking in pleasure.

I ejaculated for what felt like ages, filling her mouth with cum, more than she probably expected--maybe a dozen distinct thrusts. As the orgasm began to subside and my dick began to feel sensitive, I pulled her head off my dick and let it flop against her face, smearing a strand of semen over her eye. Cum and saliva dribbled out of Ixchel's smiling mouth while Sakshi put the head of my dick back in her mouth to suck out the last bits of semen for a few more moments. With a cheeky grin on her face, Ixchel grabbed Sakshi by the back of the head and began suddenly and enthusiastically making out with her, her mouth still full of cum, now dripping down onto both of their cleavages.

Katy stopped playing with my nipples and pulled me into a tight embrace from behind.

'You're welcome,' she said.

Ixchel and Sakshi made an exaggerated show of swallowing the cum in their mouths, before licking the excess off each other's tits and off the end of my now-retreating penis. They both climbed back onto my lap, straddling me from both sides, their tits pressed up against my chest.

'Pretty good, huh?' Ixchel asked.

'Thanks,' I said softly, still glowing and light-headed, enjoying the moment.

'Our pleasure,' she responded.

The two girls kissed me on the cheek again before springing up onto their feet.

'Come on, I want to get railed,' Sakshi said. 'I'm horny as fuck.'

5

I sat for a few more minutes on the prime central chair, Katy playing silently with my hair, enjoying the afterglow of the moment, until eventually we decided someone else should get a chance to experience this special spot. I put my clothes back on--for some reason I always felt weird walking around naked. Not embarrassed, just kind of off. Katy was still wearing her clothes, with the cute tight skirt and leggings, but her top had slid off to the side and her perky tits were out.

We found an empty swivel seat further back in the carriage and watched the end of the sunset, Katy sitting in my lap, holding me tight around the neck and gently fondling my chest. The first stars began to glimmer over the desert as the train roared on. Soon the moonlight would be the only thing illuminating the all-glass carriage. We told one other how much we loved each other.

As we sat there cuddling, Isla walked over, her cocktail dress completely gone and now in just her panties. I tried to disguise how thrilled I was to be seeing this by not staring too intently, but she caught my gaze and laughed it off.

'Having fun?' Katy asked.

'Yes. Thanks for inviting me,' Isla responded.

'Of course,' I said.

'No really, this is amazing. Thanks so much. I can't believe I'm here.'

With Katy on my lap there was still some room on the big chair. Isla sat down besides us, her almost-naked body brushing against mine. I could almost feel her tits, but I still didn't dare to make a move on this person who had been my crush--and then friend--for so long.

'I think we've got like five hours left?' Isla asked. 'Should we drop now?'

Along with the open bar we had obtained a very respectable stash of different drugs. The three of us went over to the counter and measured out relatively small doses of MDMA--the goal was to get hot and happy but not overly gacked. We dissolved it in our drinks as other people began to get the same idea. The timing made sense--the last light of dusk was leaving and many people were just finishing their first 'sets'. The carriage began to fill again with the sounds of people socializing, only this time substantially more naked. Hazel joined us to debrief as we sipped our spiked drinks, and Katy and I were happy to hear she had been having a good time being very goofy with a pair of our party friends.

Katy excused herself to go find some dick before the drugs kicked in, so Isla and Hazel and I stood near the bar, chatting and watching the stars wheel overhead.

6

The anticipation of MDMA, in my opinion, is almost as good as the peak itself. You start to feel a tingling in your arms and legs and wonder if you're just imagining it. You'll know when it's here, you tell yourself, which is of course always true (when it's the good stuff). But as you dance or chat, waiting for it to kick in, the excitement grows anxiously--not unlike the narrative of the night itself. I love these anticipatory moments.

And then there is always a moment when suddenly it has arrived, and you realize you are really giddy, really happy, and when you walk across the room it is as if you are lighter than air, walking on a carpet of foam. You look at the people around you and realize how much you truly love them, and how much you need to tell them that right away.

The mood in the carriage swung within about ten minutes, since many people had dropped at the same time. I went around to everyone, telling them how much they meant to me. Everyone I saw filled me with an overwhelming desire to kiss them, to touch them, to hold their midriff close to mine. I popped some gum in my mouth to feel the pleasure of minty breath and closed my eyes to let the waves of good feeling surge through me. Someone popped on the decks and started playing higher tempo music, something we could dance to.

I began to feel hot and constricted by my clothes, so I threw off my top somewhere. Most everyone was at this point quite naked and somewhat sweaty, and we crowded onto the small dance floor, now lit only by the moon overhead, the purple silhouettes of hills and valleys rolling alongside. Because the dance floor was so small, we had to really squeeze in, but this was exactly what we wanted. Everyone pressed in so tightly that you could be completely surrounded by glistening bodies, butts and tits and cocks and lips pressed against each other. I put my hands on the person next to me and felt them up, and someone did the same to me, reaching around. Soon we were all touching each other, feeling the unworldly pleasure of molly as we rolled through the desert. Everywhere you looked and felt was beautiful, sweaty bodies, lips to kiss and backs to rub.

For me, the peak of molly is a very personal experience. Some people become total chatterboxes, but I prefer to close my eyes and revel in the moment, experiencing the light which I know all-too-well is temporary. It took me about half an hour of dancing in this peak before I began to settle into the drug and feel more social again, very much still 'up there', as they say. Suddenly I saw Isla standing in front of me, her pupils freakishly dilated. She pointed her finger up, questioning my high, and I responded with a very enthusiastic finger up. We stared at each other for some moments. I looked her up and down, smiling widely.

'You know I love you,' I said to her--the slogan of MDMA. She blushed and smiled, looking down at the floor and taking one step closer to me. I wanted to kiss her with all my will, but still a part of me was worried about our friendship, still hung up on an old unrequited crush, not wanting to make things weird. I stood completely still. I didn't want to make the wrong move.

'... would it be weird...?' she asked.

'Please,' I said, and I gently touched the side of her midriff with one hand, as if this could have been just an accidental touch, in case it was unreciprocated. But to my relief she put her hands around my neck, holding her wrists together, and I leaned forward to kiss her. Her lips were warmer and softer than I could have imagined.

Between the molly and the magnitude of this moment in my romantic life, I was truly in heaven. I felt the two of us joined in an intertwined spiral, our lips pressed against each other in a deep and long unspoken communication. It felt to me like the moment was being inscribed with some unexplainable, ethereal permanence. I had misunderstood how time works. It doesn't flow, I realized. Time was a long strand on which we live all moments at once, and this was a moment that would now always be. I pulled her hips into mine, feeling her small, perky tits press against my own chest. She worked her arms around my body, slowly feeling my shoulders. The deep pleasure of pure, animal touching on MDMA occupied my mind and I ran my fingers down her spine until I was gently caressing her small, firm butt.

We broke off the kiss and smiled at each other. Molly has a tendency to make you antsy and always looking for new activities, especially when you are anxious. My nerves had shot through the roof and I needed to lose some energy, so I excused myself to the bathroom. I couldn't actually pee, or feel my dick at all, so I drank some water and went back to dance next to Isla. We closed our eyes and let ourselves sink into the music fully, dancing hard and only occasionally stopping to kiss each other or the occasional passing friend who was always excited to see us.

7

After the initial surge of the peak, a frantic horniness returned to the carriage and people began splitting off again to play. I hadn't seen Katy in a while, and molly sometimes made her puke--so I wandered around and eventually found her playing happily elsewhere. Content, I walked slowly around the carriage, enjoying the feeling of life, letting the moonlit desert fly by and voyeuristically watching some of the action. As I wandered, Hazel put her hand on my shoulder to say hi.

'The missus is wrapped up I guess,' she said, in a boisterous 'man' voice, still wearing her tight white singlet with her midriff showing and panties on underneath. I wouldn't have called Hazel chubby but she certainly was more filled-in than petite, with a healthy ass hanging out of her undies and large breasts. I realized I was still looking at her nipple piercings through her shirt when she called me out.

'My tits are down here,' she said, laughing. I laughed back, unsure what angle she was taking.

'Want to see them?' she asked. I quickly nodded. I felt like I was playing an overeager schoolboy, about to get a wildly unusual punishment from a normally mean teacher. Hazel crossed her arms and deftly pulled her top off, revealing big tits with silver cross bars running through each nipple.

'Are you rolling?' I asked her.

'No shit,' she said, and I saw that her pupils were as wide as everyone else's.

'Want to touch them?' She followed up quickly. 'If that's not weird. If it's weird, don't worry. Pretend I didn't ask.'

'It's not weird,' I lied. I desperately wanted to touch them. Obviously I had always known Hazel was hot, but I always saw her as so strictly off-limits that I never gave it much thought. There were so many things about her I found deeply annoying, even though I will admit she was always an excellent and loyal friend. Hazel saw my hesitation and grabbed my hands, placing them on her boobs for me. I gave them a healthy squeeze before playing with the piercings themselves. Hazel immediately started breathing deeply and softly moaning, something I did not expect.

'Don't stop,' she said, sensing my surprise.

I had an idea. I grabbed her hand and led her to the dancefloor, turning her around so that she was grinding on me. Then I reached around her, giving me a perfect angle on her nipples. Hazel seemed to like this, grinding her soft ass into me. She leaned her head back so that it was resting on my shoulder.

'Can we kiss?' she asked, her eyes fluttering, still riding the molly. I found her mouth with mine and we played with each other's lips, biting them and letting our tongues talk to each other. Isla saw us and made a happy shocked face with her hands on her cheeks. She blew us a kiss and went back to dancing. As Hazel continued grinding on me, her lush ginger hair across my face, I felt feeling returning to my dick. I focused on the sensation, still feeling waves of pleasure passing through my body as my cock hardened in my tight shorts. Hazel felt it too, and her eyes locked with mine.

'Please fuck me,' she said. 'Right now.'

I led us to the front of the carriage to find somewhere to lie down, but all the spaces were taken.

'I don't care where. I just need to be fucked,' she said.

I bent her over against the glass walls and pulled her panties to the floor, which she quickly stepped out of. I pulled my shorts off and found my cock was still hard, something of a relief at this stage in the evening. I put my hands on her hip and pushed my dick right in, her vagina already soaking wet. Hazel let out a loud squeal at the first thrust, clenching her entire face.

'Oh my god,' She said.

I held her hips close and began thrusting, occasionally slapping her ass cheeks and increasing the tempo. Hazel was making a lot of noise, squealing loudly with each thrust.

'I need you to play with my clit,' Hazel said, looking back.

I had an idea for a better position for this, so I stepped forward, pushing Hazel harder against the glass. I grabbed her hair and pushed the small of her back in so that her ass was sticking out but her head was pulled back against me. Understanding my moves, Hazel crossed her hands behind her back so I could hold them. She was now firmly pressed against the glass wall, her tits flattened and her head rolled back on my shoulder, looking up. I put one arm around her neck and with the other reached down to her pussy.

'Yes,' she said. 'Hard. Please.'

I searched around with my fingers for a few moments, exploring the folds of her labia until I found her clit by running my fingers back up from the center. As I began to circle my middle finger around her clit, Hazel's body almost immediately started convulsing. I realized I had been neglecting to thrust, and so I went back to fucking her as I tightened my grip around her upper body. Hazel clenched her eyes in pure ecstasy as I fucked her, my fingers still firmly rubbing her clit.

The combination of the MDMA and being on my second round was giving me excellent stamina. As I fucked Hazel I thought of all the times she had pissed me off, and it filled me with renewed vigor. I felt simultaneously like I was taking out deep-seated frustrations while reconnecting more deeply with a friend I had been ignoring. I thought about the relationship we had with each other, and I realized that I did really love Hazel, and that I valued her dearly as a friend, and that I still wanted to fuck her ass harder than she had ever been fucked.

I increased the pressure of my fingers as I felt her getting close to climax. Her convulsions were getting increasingly amplified and I had to hold her tightly to even stay in her pussy. Hazel began shaking all over and moaning under every breath, 'please, please...'. In my head I was thinking, Yeah you little bitch. I bet you fucking like that, don't you.

Sometimes it seems like orgasms don't have a well-defined end point, but Hazel's convulsions truly reached a climax before stopping suddenly with a loud wail. She fell off my dick and crumpled onto the floor. I crouched down to ask if she was okay and she said she just needed a moment, as she sprawled out on the floor panting. I wasn't sure if I should lie down with her and kiss her, but for some reason it felt wrong.

 

8

I hadn't come close to finishing myself and was just figuring out what I wanted to do when Isla came up behind me, putting her arms around me.

'Nice work,' she said, gesturing at Hazel, who was now happily chatting to someone else who had joined her on the floor to look at the stars. Isla pushed up close to me, her arm against my chest so that her elbow just barely touched the tip of my dick. This was a very exciting development, and I found myself getting hard again.

'You left me,' Isla continued.

'Sorry... I don't think I had a choice,' I said.

'Well, you free now?' She asked. I was amazed at her forwardness. Despite everything so far, I still saw Isla as an unlikely shot as far as romance was concerned. She leaned in close to my ear.

'I want you inside me,' she said softly, as if she was embarrassed by it. I saw her cheeks flush, highlighting her beautiful freckles. She reached down and subtly stroked my dick with soft, nimble fingers.

Isla looked around, trying to figure out where we could go, before realizing that the middle of the oval sofa was free--a large flat surface, perfect for our needs. Isla grabbed my hand and led me towards it, clambering over a couple on the couch to get to the center. She lay down on her back and beckoned me with a finger. I kneeled down between her legs before climbing down on top of her, propped up on one elbow. I rubbed my cock against the outside of her vagina. She was already wet and I was quickly hard enough to fuck her.

I readjusted so I was now lying properly on her, my head next to hers and her arms tightly around my body. With one hand I firmly guided my dick into her vagina. Her eyes watered and she took in a deep breath as I thrust inside her for the first time. Even though we had already broken the 'seal' earlier in the evening, this new development felt like an even more powerful redefinition of our relationship. I was inside her, deeply inside her. I felt her warm pussy softly moving around my cock and felt the deep connection that passes between two people in such intimate and immutable moments.

I began thrusting slowly and tenderly, wanting to last as long as possible, running my hands all over her body. She grabbed my head and pulled it to her mouth.

'You can go harder,' she said. I knew I would probably finish immediately if I did so, so I changed positions. Going up on my knees, I threw her legs over my shoulder and angled my pelvis so that my dick was deep inside her. Then with one hand I could play with her clit while thrusting more rapidly. For some reason I could always use this position to reset, so-to-speak. Besides, it gave me the best view possible of Isla. Her petite, freckled body sprawled out in front of me, tiny tits pointed to the starlit sky, a look of innocent lust on her face. I closed my eyes and let the remains of the molly inside me speak again, savoring the present. I focused on my still-minty breaths, vowing to remember this exact point in time, etching it into my life.

In this position I noticed Katy wandering around, completely naked now. She spotted us and clambered over people clumsily. She leaned over Isla, beaming, asking if she could kiss her. They kissed briefly before Katy moved down to her tits, kissing her way from there down Isla's body until she was near my cock. I stopped playing with Isla's clit so that Katy could take over. She moved her tongue back and forth between Isla' clit and the base of my dick, giggling like this was the funniest joke over.

Isla was clearly into this, as she grabbed Katy's head and pushed it right back onto her clit.

'Exactly like that,' she said. 'Exactly like that.' Isla had added her fingers to the mix, rubbing the area just above her clit while Katy worked with her tongue and I continued small but fast thrusts deep inside her vagina. Isla's body started to move up and down as she got closer to orgasming. To be frank, I wasn't sure how much more I had in me, even from this position. Katy held Isla down by the arms as she shuddered.

'Come back,' Isla said, leaning forward. 'Back on top,' she added.

I obeyed, laying back on top of Isla so that I could now fully pound into her vagina again. Katy turned around so that she was now laying sideways alongside Isla, fingering her pussy with one hand and playing with her hair with the other. I leaned over and made out with Katy as I thrust deeply into Isla.

'Finish inside me,' Isla said. The only words I wanted to hear.

I put my arms around Isla, lifting her slightly off the couch as I squeezed her tightly, hammering her now with my cock. The mixture of molly and the coming orgasm was producing a storm of ecstasy I was almost unprepared for. Katy knew what I wanted though, using her hand to reach between us and deftly play with one of my nipples. Her fingers sent shivers of pleasure all over my body and I closed my eyes. I could feel the orgasm welling up through the back of my groin, pushing its way through my dick. In that moment I realized I was experiencing the purest pleasure possible, the true culmination of the experiment of life. The good, whatever that was.

'I want you so much,' Isla whispered. 'Cum for me.'

As soon as she said that, I reached the climax, feeling the explosiveness of my cum shooting deep inside her warm vagina. I may have had more in me the first time but this orgasm felt just as strong, with waves of undulating bliss sweeping over me with every squirt, even as I dried out. My eyes became fuzzy, shaking with overwhelming pleasure. Isla held me tight against her, wrapping her strong legs around my lower back and squeezing me in deeper.

'Good boy,' she said, as she felt my body relax and fall onto her. Katy laughed.

I lay on top of Isla for almost two minutes, lightheaded and spent. Katy tickled my back as we lay there in silence. Something special had passed between us.

Eventually Isla broke the silence, announcing she had to pee. She went off to the bathroom and Katy and I lay on our backs, staring up at the moon, enjoying the end of our molly. She rolled onto her side and put her leg over me, gently stroking my chest.

9

We still had a couple hours before reaching Santa Fe, but as the molly began to wear off the party took on a more low-key mood. People lay on sofas, chatting quietly and watching the scenery pass by. Some people had endless energy to keep fucking to the bitter end, but I didn't have any more in me. Instead we started passing around bumps of ket, feeling goofy and enjoying the music as the MDMA slowly faded and we became heavy and cold again. Isla and Hazel joined Katy and I on the front couch and we snuggled under blankets on top of each other, debriefing our escapades, occasionally hitting the vape.

As we crossed New Mexico, the four of us quietly watched the dark landscape whizzing by. I thought about Hazel and Isla. I really had not imagined that their accepting this invitation was the same thing as certainly wanting to sleep with me or Katy, but I guess I had reckoned wrong. Or perhaps, the mood just overtook them--maybe they had not really planned on it either. Either way, I was glad that it had happened. It felt like a previously-tense barrier had been broken with each of them respectively, a barrier I hadn't realized was even there at all. They remain close friends to this day.

There is not much more interesting to tell. We cleaned up before we got to Santa Fe, where people went their separate ways, most crashing that night in a motel near the train station. The train was set to take whoever wanted home the next day, albeit in the less-degenerate light of a hungover day.

As you know, the scenic high speed lines were ultimately a huge success, spreading across the whole continent, and there certainly are more stories to tell from those halcyon days. But those will have to wait for another time.

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