9Bob RachaelUKTV@hotmail.com Going Like A Train goinglik.txt GayBiLes MMM, transvestitism, cross-dressing, oral, anal As I live in the middle of nowhere it's difficult for me to meet other trannies, and if it weren't for the internet I'd go stir crazy. However I have taken to going out of an evening and walking around much like other "girls" do before plucking up courage to go to a club. I'm fortunate in that I'm quite passable, not that I'm especially pretty (though a bit of make up does wonders) but I carry myself with confidence and blend in well enough so that I sometimes take the train into Carlesbury which is the nearest large town and occasionally pop into a quiet bar for a drink. I've even had men chat me up once or twice which was particularly irritating as I'd love to go to bed with them but of course they might get a bit of a shock when they slide their hands above my stocking tops. I particularly enjoy the train ride home. It's about an hour and a half and it's one of those old style commuter carriages with loads of doors down each side and no way into the other cars. I love pretending that I'm a working girl on her way home after a long day at the office and I usually get a coffee from the vending machine and read Cosmo. Last Tuesday I'd had a couple of drinks at the bar while enjoying being eyed up by a handsome young man in a suit, and now I was on the platform waiting for the last train home, vaguely disappointed he hadn't followed me. I was looking particularly gorgeous that night. I'd dyed my blonde hair auburn and was wearing it pulled back and tied in a loose ponytail, much like any girl would after a busy working day. I was wearing a summery outfit to match the weather, cream coloured power jacket with a pinched waist, a filmy scoop neck blouse in salmon pink over a white bra that could just be made out through the fabric, a wheat coloured skirt, similar in colour to the jacket, that reached to just above my knees, ivory stockings with lacy tops, a pair of daringly brief panties that were very sexy to look at but if I did anything energetic allowed my tucked up cock to pop out. A pair of stiletto court shoes in the same pink as my blouse and a few pieces of gold jewellery completed my business woman's appearance. I was fantasising about having just finished my first day as a PA to a high powered executive who couldn't resist a bit of girly cock when the train arrived interrupting my reverie before it got too filthy. Now while I say I'm convincing I don't push it, and as everyone piled onto the train I briskly walked to the last carriage which could be relied upon to be quiet. I clambered in and saw there was a man sat opposite where I was coming in, sitting on the far side of the coach. He looked up nervously as I entered as though I'd caught him in the middle of something and I glanced around over the high seat backs to discover that we were the only two people in here. I smiled but said nothing as I don't think my voice is as feminine as my appearance and didn't want to risk being found out and moved to the centre aisle so I could sit somewhere else. He was about my age and was wearing beige trousers and a green, military type shirt. I looked at his shoes, scuffed white trainers, quite ordinary, but I stopped. Sitting down in the same section as him but on the seat opposite I smiled at him as the train clunked and jerked as it began to move. "I haven't seen you on this train before." I said, keeping my voice light but not trying too hard to sound feminine. He looked like a rabbit cornered by a fox and eventually realised that a reply was the only option available to him. "I don't normally come into town this late." He said cautiously. "Been anywhere good?" I asked, crossing my legs and allowing him a quick glimpse of smooth thigh before pulling my skirt back down. "No." He said, looking at my legs. I realised that this conversation was going nowhere so I decided to get straight to the point; the reason I'd sat with him. "I think we have something in common." I said. He looked confused, which I considered a compliment. "I couldn't help noticing you're wearing fishnets under your trousers." For a moment I thought he was going to throw himself from the train, his eyes went wide and his fingers clenched and he looked panic stricken. He shuffled his feet together and tried to hide them with the result that I got another good look at stocking clad ankles. "That's what we have in common." I said, waggling my legs but he still looked hunted and I realised he thought I was a woman. I reached out my hand to pat his knees but he flinched from my manicured and polished nails. "We're both men who wear women's clothes." I said. It took a moment but after a few seconds his panic and confusion stopped and an astonished look came over him. "You're a man?" I nodded. "And a transvestite?" As I was wearing a skirt, makeup and high heels I thought it was obvious but I nodded anyway. "Wow." He said after a moment's thought. "You look really feminine." "Thank you." "I thought you were really a woman when you got on." "No. All man." "Do you take hormones or anything? Because you look really like a girl." "No. I pluck quite a lot but it's all natural." I studied his face as we continued to chat, it wasn't too manly, no strong jaw line or obvious adam's apple, but he had black hair and his chin and cheeks were that pasty grey. I reckoned he would look very good given the right clothes and make up as long as he had a really good shave first. By the time we pulled into Amesbury we were chatting like real girls and getting just as giggly. Fortunately no one got on and we settled back as the train pulled out, knowing that there was almost a full hour before the next stop at Flately where, Kieran, my new found girlfriend, lived, just a seven minute ride from my stop. "Does your wife know you dress?" I asked him. "No. I'm not married." "Girlfriend?" "No. Just me." He smiled. "Where do you get your clothes?" "Catalogues mostly. What about you?" "Shops. I just go in and try things on." He looked surprised, then resigned. "I guess you can do it without anyone noticing." "Actually no, quite often I'm rumbled." "What do you do?" He asked earnestly. I laughed. "Just smile." I leaned forward, placing one hand on his knee. "Between you and me the secret to being a good tranny is not to care what people think. Most of them are quite intrigued when they realise, they only get hostile if you get defensive. I just flash them a smile and a knowing wink." "Are you married?" "I laughed, "no." "Girlfriend?" "Hardly. I'm gay, I prefer guys." Kieran hesitated for a moment. "Me too." He blurted. "We'll have to get together some time," I said patting his knee, "swap girly stories, try each others clothes." "How do you keep you penis from showing?" Kieran asked changing the subject. "I just fold it back and wear tight knickers." I replied. "Want to see?" Kieran's eyes widened and his mouth fell open. "Um...yes." I uncrossed my legs and lifted my skirt slowly enjoying having him stare at me so hungrily. He gazed raptly at the slim triangle of taut white fabric between my thighs that was all there was between him and my flattened cock which was beginning to stir. "Is it very small?" He asked. I raised my eyebrows. "That's not a very nice thing to say to a girl." I scolded. "Sorry. But I don't see how it could look like you don't have one unless it's tiny." Now I'm an easy going person but what girl wouldn't feel insulted if a guy she fancied said her cock was small? I grabbed the gusset of my panties and pulled it aside to show the flaccid shaft of my cock pressed flat against my trimmed pubes and folded under me. "Pull it out and see how small it is." I said, suddenly realising I was exposing myself to a stranger on a train. Kieran didn't take his eyes off my crotch and carefully reached out and pulled my cock free. It was hot and a bit damp with sweat after being squashed for so long but it flopped free and immediately began to harden. He watched it swell and begin to pull back my foreskin and he licked his lips in a trance. "You can taste it if you want to." I said softly and before I knew it he had slid forward onto his knees, one hand rubbing the front of his trousers, the other sliding up and down my stocking clad leg as his face moved closer to my crotch. His hand moved from his trousers and popped my semi soft cock onto his outstretched tongue then he sucked me into him. I grew hard in seconds as his lips slid up and down my shaft waves of pleasure flowing through me and I slipped off my jacket so that I could play with my fake breasts through the blouse. I looked down to see my tool emerging and disappearing into his face as his head bobbed back and forth between my smooth, creamy white thighs that lay spread on the train seat. The sight of my legs, high heels in the air, stocking tops brushing his ears, and my long nailed fingers tousling his hair made me feel incredibly satisfied, as though, even though he serviced my rampant cock, he was my man and I was his woman, being pleasured by him. It didn't take long for this sight to make my tense and I shuddered as I began to orgasm. Kieran sensed this and he pulled free just as I exploded and he dodged the long jet of come that shot across the carriage and hit the window. I lay there gasping, skirt rucked up, cock beginning to sag, the end of it sticky and glistening with jism. Kieran had stood up and was fumbling with his trousers, trying to unzip them over a sizeable bulge. I lowered my legs and leaned forwards to help him and before we both knew it his hot, fat member was free of the black lacy panties he was wearing and in my hands, one rubbing up and down, the other cupping his balls and gently scraping them with my painted nails. I looked at his cock, not very long but quite impressive in it's girth and I suddenly knew I wanted to be fucked by this ass ripping piece of meat. I kept one hand masturbating him and with the other fumbled with my handbag on the seat and managed, after a minute, to extract a sachet of lubricant. Kieran had his eyes closed enjoying my ministrations but when I let the lube dribble onto him he gasped with the coolness of it. He looked at me, a little puzzled; he really was quite inexperienced. I covered his engorged tool with the sticky, slippery stuff then squeezed the last bit onto my fingers and stood up, flipping my skirt up over my back, wriggling out of my panties, then planting my legs wide apart and reaching under and back to smear the lubricant into my pouting asshole. I was bent over with my legs straight, hands gripping the seat arm and ass wiggling at him, trying to tempt him with my little chocolate bud. He got the idea and grabbed my hips and shoved his cock at me. I was expecting this, and knowing how difficult it might be to take this all in I rocked forward so his thrust was diminished and the tip of his rod pushed into me. As he tried to pump back and forth I rocked away so that with each thrust instead of having it ram hard into me and rip me wide open I just took a little more meat until, within two minutes this cock, as wide as my forearm, had been shoved all the way into my willing ass without pain. I felt so gloriously full. Even though it wasn't long his cock filled my hole to bursting and as he thrust in and out I knew the pleasure of being fucked like a woman. The two of us silently ground together, pushing against one another with increasing strength as he fucked me hard, his hands tight on my hips as he screwed me without mercy and I adored every moment. I'd had my eyes closed throughout this, enjoying the sensation of hard meat sliding in and out of my tightly stretched tunnel and I opened them at an odd sound. Standing in front of me was another man. He must have been slumped down on one of the other seats all this time! I gasped in shock, my ass clenching making Kieran groan but not slow down, in fact I think he sped up. Presumably his eyes were closed too. The man in front of me was a little bit older than me, blonde hair and beard, denim shirt open over a heavy metal band t-shirt, and flared jeans; he looked like a Scandinavian hippy. I must have been quite a sight to him. Nicely made up face, smooth shoulders and flimsy top, lace top stockings on legs spread wide with my cock dangling between and another man's pumping in and out of my backside. Before I could say anything his hand moved to the front of his jeans and began undoing the fly buttons. There was a knowing smile on his face and when my eyes dropped to his crotch I noticed a long slim ridge along the top of one thigh. I didn't take my eyes away as his large hands spread his flies wide exposing a pair of purple jockey shorts that barely contained what looked like a long piece of salami. With a quick flick he'd turned the material aside and I was staring at a cock that was about an inch across and easily ten from balls to tip, circumcised and already glistening with pre-cum. He slowly moved forwards and I opened my mouth. It went in forever and all I could do was keep my neck straight and let him slide it down into my throat until, to my surprise and his delight I'd swallowed the whole thing and my nose was nestled in his musky pubes. I like the smell of a man, normally it turns me on but as I was dressed in stockings & heels, and wearing make up, with one man stretching my sphincter wide as he fucked my hard and another had just slid a porno star sized cock in my mouth all the way down to my stomach it felt like, there wasn't much more lust I could feel. I wasn't a sexy PA any more I was a genuine porn star, a dirty girl being used by two men. There was a gasp behind me as Kieran opened his eyes and saw the other man who laughed and in an Aussie accent said "don't stop on my account, mate." Within seconds Kieran recovered and I was being double teamed by big, rampant cocks, pounding into me from both ends turning me from a naughty girl into a downright slut. I couldn't use any technique on my Australian stud, no little tongue tricks or fancy gobbling, it was just a case of keeping my throat open and letting him fuck me in the face, doing exactly what Kieran was doing to my ass. There was little for me to do beyond taking everything that was given so I began to play with myself. One hand still on the arm rest to support me, the other massaging my own cock that was as hard as it had ever been. We must have made quite a sight. Two men fucking the hell out of a slim, smart, sexy looking chick who was loving every minute of it, and just to make the picture look strange, the woman who was taking all this cock had a cock of her own dangling under her, hard and erect, ball sack swinging low, level with her stocking tops as she masturbated herself to climax. I grunted as my cock twitched and then I was spurting more come, my ass clenching and Kieran moaned his thrusts becoming erratic. I felt his fat cock swell and almost burst me as it unloaded a sudden torrent of hot come into my waiting hole, his fucking slowing and getting loader as he slurped through his own juices. With perfect timing the other guy pulled out far enough to clear my throat and jetted gallons of salty goo into my mouth, sticky and tangy, it slid down my gullet like an oyster and I sucked every dollop of it from him as he grew soft, a tramp to the end. For a moment we were all silent. Kieran was breathing heavily as was the Australian, while I was still bent over, a dribble of come I'd missed at the corner of my mouth, a warm, squelchy feeling from my ass as I tried not to let much of it drip down my thighs, and my hands sticky with my own juices. There was a jerk as the train began to slow and we realised we were about to pull into the station. "Shit, my stop." Said our mystery man hurriedly putting his cock away. "Mine too." Kieran responded, tucking his fading member back inside his lace knickers. It was alright for them, I was still a mess. As the train slowed down I grabbed my panties and pulled them on, hurriedly tucking my cock away, and then I threw the lube packet out of the window. By the time we pulled into the station I'd got my jacket back on, hair sorted out, and skirt pulled down again. I was every inch the demur young woman, apart from the taste of a man's juices still in my mouth, another's squelching in my asshole, and my own cock still moist, hidden in my knickers. As the train stopped my two studs opened the door to leave. They turned and smiled and I waved them goodbye. As they stepped out I couldn't resist adding "hope you enjoyed the ride."