A much anticipated announcement

" Cock-holsters and snatch pounders, may I have your attention please. This is your conductress, Isabel. I am pleased to inform you we are now entering the Liberated Republic of Freedonia. All prude laws are no longer in effect. Attendants, please adjust your uniforms accordingly. Passengers, you are free to indulge yourself at your discretion. We will be arriving at Penn 15 station in about 2 hours. If any of you sexy passengers would like to join me in the front of the train, I assure you the view is _fantastic. _Have a wonderful rest of your day."

The announcement, and the excitement it generated throughout the lounge car, roused Randy from his afternoon nap. Since he first dozed off another half dozen or so passengers had filed into the car and each of them now set to work making out with one partner or another. Everyone, save Randy, set to work hastily removing their prude world outfits like a kid returning home from Trick-or-Treating in an uncomfortable Halloween costume. The couple Randy had spied on earlier now consisted of a bottomless man being fellated by a woman wearing nothing more than a pair of heels and pantyhose and. What caught Randy by surprise was not the publicness of their sex act but its sheer intensity. The woman lay on her back across the bench of the booth they had just been dining on, her head hanging down over the bench's edge into the aisle. The husband stood over her head with his impressive cock shoved entirely down her throat, and he grabbed her neck with both of his hands as he furiously pistoned his cock in and out of the woman's throat. Randy stared, transfixed by the vicious way the man pummeled the woman's throat. After several minutes of this, the man bottomed out as deep into her mouth as he could and held his cock while Randy saw the woman's eyes bulge. Randy detected a hint of panic in the woman and soon her gaze caught his which in turn caused the man to look over and made eye contact with Randy for the first time.

"You're up!" He said amicably and gave Randy a mock salute with one hand, the other of which maintained a firm grip on his partner's head which was turning shades of red.

Randy couldn't find the words for this very new situation he found himself in and waved meekly back at the two lovers.

"I'm Blaine and this is my, erm, wife, Caroline. Say hi to our new friend, dear" the man said as he abruptly removed his shaft from his wife's throat. Caroline panted mightily through her recently cleared windpipe before smiling brightly at Randy and saying "how do you do, stud? what is your name?"

"Randy" was all Randy could say.

"Well Randy" Caroline purred "I'm gonna guess that this is your first time in Freedo-" Caroline's question was cut off as Blaine resumed throatfucking his gorgeous wife."

"I think she wanted to know if you were new here" Blaine laughed, "Probably on account of the fact that you've been staring at us and haven't joined in yet."

"I, erm, was just enjoying the show" Randy pinched himself for the lame response.

"Of course you were, son. As you can see my wife has a very talented throat. We practice this quite a bit, you know. But I'm sure she wouldn't mind taking care of you once I empty myself into her stomach." Blaine picked up his already rapid pace as he said this last piece.

Before Randy could respond to the invitation, he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder and turned to see the snack-stand attendant Kelley. Gone were the pink blouse and skirt from the 'original' uniform she and the other attendants had been wearing on the first part of the trip. In its place was the tiniest bikini top and G-string Randy had ever seen although he did notice they were the exact same shape of pink as the more conventional uniform. While the top of the uniform was barely substantial enough to cover Kelley's generous tits, it did have just enough fabric to display an image of a nametag which now read "Kelley" and below that her official title "Snack-Whore."

"Are you enjoying your snack sir? Is there anything else I can get you now that we've... arrived?"

Despite his newness Randy had zero doubts about what Kelley the snack-whore meant by this question. And he very much wanted to ravage the beautiful red-head and the near flawless body her previous uniform had been concealing just moments earlier. Nevertheless, it really wasn't in his nature to be so direct with any woman with regards to sex acts, let alone a perfect stranger. Kelley waited patiently for the newcomer to find the words to express his desire.

"um..." Randy began and, gesturing towards the furious throat fucking of Blaine and Caroline, "I'll have what he's having?"

Kelley perked up at Randy's question and quickly trotted over the opposite bench on the same booth that Blaine and Caroline were using as she copied the older blonde's position. Momentarily taken aback by her eager acquiescence, Randy removed his pants and briefs and walked over to Kelley's upturned face. All around him couples were rutting, moaning, and gagging on one another and the sights and sounds of his first Freedonian orgy had left Randy with an erection which surprised even him with its stiffness. He lined up his member with Kelley's sensuous mouth and cautiously lowered himself into his target. Kelley shocked Randy by reaching around him, grabbing an ass cheek with each of her hands, and pulling the young man deeply into her waiting throat. In no time at all Randy's balls were resting on Kelley's nose while his cock disappeared down the young girl's mouth. Kelley held him there and an amazed Randy sighed as he experienced more pleasure than he had in ages as Kelley's throat actually began massaging his raging cock. After a glorious minute that felt much longer, Randy found himself squirting his ropes down the young attendants throat. Only after his orgasm had fully subsided did Kelley release her hold on Randy's ass and the young man stumbled backwards and leaned against the table for the booth opposite their own as he caught his breath.

"Well done" Blaine called out and slapped Randy on his shoulder. Then, returning to his attention to Caroline called out "here I come, babe" and moaned loudly as he emptied his own balls down his wife's throat in a similar matter that Randy had done to Kelley, who herself had begun frantically rubbing her slit through her tiny silk panties. Pulling out of Caroline's mouth, Blaine then grabbed his panting wife and, in one smooth motion, lifted her up, rotated her body, and deposited her face down onto the jilling Kelley, each woman's mouths aligned with the other's genitalia. Immediately Randy could see Kelley's tongue lapping hungrily at Caroline's vagina while a beautifully painted fingernail dove into the matronly woman's asshole.

"Not bad for a first timer." Blaine congratulated Randy, who grabbed a can from the table whose label read "Mountain Spew" before taking a thirsty gulp.

"That was... amazing" Randy found it even harder to find the right words in his post-orgasmic bliss.

Blaine smiled heartily at Randy before offering him the remaining contents of his drink. "You should have some of this now that we've arrived. A new guy like you will need time to build up your stamina and we still have a solid two hours of fun ahead of us."

"Thanks" Randy replied, and began drinking the soda, whose taste was practically indistinguishable from its prude-world namesake. As Randy swallowed his beverage he noticed Blaine's cock begin to grow rapidly, going from post-cum flaccidity to a proud erection in less than 10 seconds. Just as Blaine began feeling envious of the more experienced man's quick recovery, he was shocked to feel a familiar stirring in his own cock which he looked down to see was rapidly returning to its full form.

"Quickest way to recover that I know of," Blaine said to Randy. "and pay attention to your volume the next time you shoot. I think you'll be surprised. I suggest finishing on the girl rather than in her this time so you both can fully appreciate the effects."

Randy watched the lesbian 69 unfolding below him and instinctively began idly stroking himself as the two women moaned lustily into one another's vagina as their fingers pumped rhythmically out of various orifices.

For the second time that afternoon, a sensuous female voice snapped Randy out of his trance by asking "Did you gentelman just drink that entire can of Mountain Spew?"