Chapter 3: Casey Jones and the Iron Horse

The whistle of a steam locomotive echoed as they reached the rails. Casey Jones, the legendary engineer, stood beside his Cannonball train, tall and heroic in striped overalls. When the group approached and he stripped for a quick wash at a water tower, his superior big cock—long, lean, and railroad-strong emerged: thirteen veined inches, perfectly proportioned for deep, relentless pounding.Lust overpowered them again. Jade and Mia fell into worship. “That train man's cock is built for speed and power,” Mia gasped, sucking the head while Jade licked the shaft. They shared sloppy, spit-roast style attention, tongues meeting, hands stroking.

Tyler stroked his little penis nearby, SPH and CEI mixing as the women teased him. “Look how tiny yours is next to a real engineer's dick. Jerk it and prepare to clean us up.”Casey took them in the train car. Jade rode him reverse-cowgirl, the SBC hitting deep spots with every bounce. Mia sat on her face. Lesbian passion flowed—kisses, finger-fucking, shared climaxes. Tyler watched, cumming prematurely into his hand before being ordered to eat the creampie later.Casey fucked with rhythmic precision, like driving the Cannonball on time. The women rotated, squirting and moaning. He finished with a massive load across their bodies. They shared it, then fed Tyler with CEI commands: “Lick it all, little guy. Taste a superior load.”

Casey handed them a broken whistle talisman. “The hammer man calls next? Wait—John Henry stands ready again in spirit, but the path leads to the great river prophet. Smohalla by the Columbia. Freedom's threads weave tighter.”The friends, covered in cum and railroad soot, pressed on, the portal's pull growing stronger toward July 4th.