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"Feel the mighty engine's dance," Jerome repeated to himself, strolling along the twin steel rails.  A thrush chirped somewhere and drew his eyes to the side of the tracks.  Stale sunlight, trapped in the breezeless August trees, made him squint his eyes.  The world of wood and leaf was yellow again.  Like last time.  Like last year. "Umm hmmm," he said aloud, with a wide smile.  The memory was good.

Instinctively, his fingers rose up to the coils of rope around his shoulder, thumb caressing the rough hempen weave.  A slight shudder made his chest vibrate and he thought he felt a tingle or a pain in his balls that made his cock twitch.  He nodded and looked around him.  A bit of insect noise: grasshoppers scratching dry legs together, buzz of flies.  The thrush sang a monotonous whistle.  Jerome hummed quietly to himself and began walking a little faster.  He hopped up on a train rail and easily kept his balance, like a tightrope artist. "Whoo whooo," he whispered, drawing out the sound of his own voice. "Whoo whooo," he repeated, making his own softer echo.

Over the past year, Jerome had puzzled over the self-question: Was he a silly man? On the one hand, he was an adult, had a good steady job even in these uncertain times, wasn't a drunk or a pill-popper, wasn't a blatant skirt-chaser, though he played at casual flirtations, and was, at least generally, he thought, considered an "okay" if slightly dull "regular guy." On the other hand, he did still live with his mother (well, she was old and sickly and needed help sometimes), he did still have a childish love of trains, and, last year, he had tied a woman to the rails and fucked her and made her lick and suck his cock, but she'd told him after it felt real good.  But did that all make him a silly man? And what about right now? Was he being silly expecting a repeat of last year's excitement?

"Nope", he'd decided several times, as the seasons wound around to summer again.  Jerome Pennybekker was not a silly man.  Not in the least.  He just had somehow developed this oddity, maybe.  A kink in the sexual appetite.  Who knew where it came from? Was it when he was a kid and had watched those goofy old-timey serials? The villain tying the woman on the railroad tracks used to make him giggle and have funny feelings.  And the rush and roar of powerful locomotives had always shaken him to his core.  All that power and weight charging along, faster and faster, clickety-clack.  Damn, even just thinking about it now, he noticed, had made his cock swell up and jut against his jeans.

No matter.  He stepped off the narrow steel rail.  He looked around and laughed out loud.  There was no one out here to see him.  He reached his hand down inside his tight Levis and pulled his hard-on upright so it pointed straight up at his belly, then continued walking along the tracks.

Although he occasionally looked back over his shoulder, he never saw any train coming.  Of course not.  Nothing ran out on this rail spur anymore.  No trains had been through this way in a long time.  He hadn't told the woman last year that, though. "Umm hmmm," Jerome said again with a nod.

Linda Louise Smitty, that was her name.  Blonde, petite, but with a fine ass.  She was out picking wild berries in her thin summer dress and with the sunlight behind her, he'd been able to see all her curves.  He hadn't really planned it.  It was an accident.  There she was hunting berries and there he'd been on his way back from Uncle Joe's with a towing rope slung over his shoulder.

He'd said "Hi." She'd said "Hi" right back.  It just seemed to happen.  They gabbed a little bit about "who are you?" and "where you from?" and the next thing he was kissing her lips and she was kissing him right back.  Before he realized what he was doing, he'd tied her wrists to one steel rail then an ankle to the other rail, and then the other ankle.  She never said a word either, just watched him.

When he had her legs spread apart, he lifted her dress up to her waist and pulled her panties aside and just stood there, looking at the beautiful pink folds of her pussy, glistening and sparkling in the dry summer sunshine and damned if he didn't just plunge right in and lick it all over with his tongue.  Linda Louise trembled at the feel of his tongue and suddenly started bucking against the ropes.  In the distance, they heard a train whistle.  Linda's eyes got as big as dinner plates, but Jerome only glanced back up the tracks and then unbuckled his belt, slid his jeans down to his knees and, in one thrust, buried his stiff cock all the way inside her.

As the train whistled again, Linda's pussy just squeezed tight as hell around his cock and Jerome started fucking her harder.  Damn, it felt good.  He knew she was scared they were going to get squished any minute by tons of raging train, but he didn't care.  He just kept pushing in her and pulling almost all the way out, then deep in her again.  She was shaking and he was grunting and by the time the train gave a third whistle, they both just exploded in mutual orgasms that nearly made them pass out.

"Goddamngoddamn!" Jerome mumbled as he staggered back from her.

Finally, the train gave another faint whistle and they could tell it had passed by on some other tracks far away.  When Jerome looked at Linda then, she was smiling, a kind of dreamy look in her eyes.

"Come around over here.  I want to suck your cock," she told him.

"Okay.  I'll untie you."

"No," she said. "Not yet.  Just come around over here and put that cock in my mouth."

"But...if I untie you then..." Jerome stumbled over the words.

"No," Linda repeated. "Do it like this."

Jerome had felt his cock stirring again when she said that.  He'd never figured she'd actually like being tied like that.  He stood in front of her and kept easing forward until she could reach the head of his cock with her mouth...and she just sucked him right in.

He did finally untie her a half-hour later and she just melted into his embrace and they'd stood there by the tracks just holding each other.

"It's funny," she murmured, "but that was real good."

"Yeah," Jerome said.

"I thought I was going to die when I heard that train coming so I just stopped caring about anything but the fucking, you know? It's never been like that for me before."

"It was real good," Jerome said, smoothing her hair.

"I better start getting back now." Linda straightened her dress and picked up her berry basket.

"Maybe we ought to...you know..." Jerome's eyes drifted from the tracks up to the sky and he shrugged. "I'd sure want to."

Linda Louise looked at him and kissed his cheek. "I only come out to visit in the summers.  Today's my last."

"Well, then..."

"Maybe next year.  It'd be like an anniversary, wouldn't it?" She smiled again and started walking away.

Jerome's mind snapped back to the present after replaying the memory.  He shook his head.  It wasn't any wonder that his cock was already hard.  Then he had more thoughts.  Well, what if there was no train whistle this time.  Maybe it wouldn't be the same like before.  And, worse thought of all, what if Linda Louise didn't show up at all.  He'd be stuck out here with a painful hard-on and...

"You remembered," came Linda Louise's voice up ahead.

Jerome's lips pulled back in a giant grin. "I'm sure glad...I mean...you're here!"

"I couldn't forget something like that, Jerome," Linda Louise said with a smile. "It was real good last year and..."

"And..this year?" Jerome smirked.

"Oh, this year'll be even better," another voice said.

Jerome's eyes widened as a very muscular woman stepped out from the bushes beside the tracks.

"It was so good I just had to tell Becky.  I mean about the train and the ropes."

Jerome looked back and forth at the two women. "I don't..."

"Oh, Becky's my lover.  Every summer, we get together out here, away from the gossips and prying eyes of the city.  She wanted to meet you, too, of course." Linda Louise gave Becky a long, hard kiss.

"I don't..." Jerome repeated.  He kept repeating it over and over, as he felt the women's hands pulling off his clothes.  And he kept repeating it as he felt them take the rope and tie him spread-eagled to the steel rails.  His mouth opened but no words came out, though, when he saw the thick rubber dildo, Becky wore strapped across her crotch.  She slowly spread oily lube over the round knoblike head and down the thick shaft.

Linda Louise took a folded piece of paper from her purse and spread it out in front of Jerome's eyes.  It was a train schedule.

"Oh, yes," she said, as her lips started kissing Jerome's straining cock. "This year is going to be much better." She giggled as Becky began prodding Jerome's butt cheeks with the dildo. "Whoo whoooooo...."

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