Chapter 296: Choo Choo

Can this be real? Oh, I hope so.

I spoke so that only the older woman, with the loud opinions about me and the girls from my sleeping compartment having a meal in the elite dining car, and the other woman with her could hear me.

“You’re an arrogant little shit! How dare you threaten me. Do you know who I am,” she asked at full volume.

I did and proceeded to tell her all about who she was, including her four affairs that resulted in her seven bastard children that she told her husband were his. Then there was the small fact that she was born into a family of carnies. Her thirty-three-year long marriage was a very long con. This attitude of hers was her way of making herself appear to belong when she wouldn’t be able to survive if not for her husband’s parents forcing him to marry any woman who would bed him and stay married lest his family banish him.

“Should I go on?” I asked as the very stunning woman, who was a second cousin to an elite family, came over to sit in the seat on the other side of this woman.

It is real. I didn’t just imagine it.

In a very soft voice, the woman said, “Aunt Esmeralda. I know you overheard my great aunt discussing why I could now visit my second cousin’s home for the first time since I was a small child, and not just on the rare weeks in spring every three years. Their family business had undergone some major changes suggested by the new head over all the families made by the teenaged boy promoted by the old man who had held that position for sixty plus years.”

“Yes. I remember. Some kid whose parents died and his uncle pulled him from that private school no one can find to try to pay their way into it for their sons. What does that have to do with the price of tea in China?” the older woman asked.

The young woman pulled out her phone and pulled up some pictures. She flipped through them to finally come to one where she was standing with Corwin and her great aunt. The woman did recognize Corwin from what the girl’s great aunt told her about the three powerful girls who would be the heads of their families when their father died or retired. Esmeralda also heard that there was one boy that the girls chose to give their virginity and have him father their children. That same boy was giving the title of the heir apparent for the three families.

“You’re trying my patience,” Esmeralda said to the young woman. “Get to the point already.”

The young woman brought up a picture of me standing with Corwin, Camden, Skylar, and Mary. All five of us were naked, and the girls had very red, well-fucked pussies displayed. The last pic showed Corwin with my dick up inside her as she laid with her back on my chest.

Softly the young told her Aunt Esmeralda, “His name is Darren, and from what Corwin told me, he is the richest and most powerful person on the entire planet. You are very, very lucky he is a damn nice guy.”

The other woman at Esmeralda’s table was flipping through an email “someone” sent her, and I saw her pale quickly. Gone was her bitch attitude about me and the girls here having a meal.

I excused myself, and the young woman did the same.

She came over to give me a big hug and kiss on the cheek before whispering, “Thank you for only bitch-slapping my aunt Esmeralda. My uncle is the sweetest and kindest man I’ve ever met. She has screwed him over from the time she found that he couldn’t divorce her or have her killed to get rid of her, not if he wanted to keep being part of his family’s business. Corwin said you were nice and great in bed, but right now, I’m not interested in getting pregnant.”

Before she pulled away, I pulled her in tight against my thigh with her clit pushed against my leg. The place in my head didn’t slow time. It sped it up in her brain, so she saw and felt how it would be if we did go slip off to have sex for a few hours. In the three seconds, she came pressed against my hip, as she experienced six hours of hot, sweaty, good sex.

“I don’t want to know what just happened, but thank you for making it happen,” she told me as I escorted her back to her table.

“I have no clue what you’re saying. You pushed into my hip for three seconds and then pulled away from me,” I told this beauty.

She can be confused, that is fine.

I happened to look up as Esmeralda was seeing the things the two women with her received on their phones. The implant told me that the-man-in-the-machine wasn’t involved in what the women found sent to their phones. Seeing the main course coming out, I hurried to get back in my seat.

The main course for dinner was excellent, as was the dessert. Seeing the busgirl was trying to clean up multiple tables quickly, but having to deal with the assholes up in this dining area being assholes, I cleared our table. There was nothing left on any of our plates or dishes. I noticed Esmeralda and the woman at her table were sitting there waiting for someone to clear theirs for them to have coffee. Not even caring if they saw that it was me or not, I bussed their table, removed the dirty table cloth, put down a fresh one, and then set the table for eight. I was faster than the busgirl and quickly had the bus cart full, so I pushed it to where a waiter was standing with an empty one. In a short time, we had the dining room reset for the morning meal. Before any of the people noted where I went, I was putting dishes in the racks for the commercial dishwashers. With a little help from the place in my head, I vaporized off everything on each pan before quickly washing it. Those that could go through the dishwasher went on racks.

“Sir,” the head of the train staff said as he put his hand on my shoulder to get my attention. “I appreciate your willingness to help, sir, but this is our job to do, not yours.”

I replied that the staff cooked an excellent meal for me and my guests. It was the least I could do to show my appreciation. After all, it was only some pots, pans, glasses, and dishes. With my increased speed, it only took me twenty minutes.

“But sir,” he replied. “Someone of your importance doesn’t do menial tasks like cleaning or washing dishes. It is why you have servants to do it for you to enjoy your place in the world and wealth.”

I smiled as I told him, “I’m not one of them, even if I am over them. My boarding school required us to clean after the meals and do all other manners of tasks the servants at the other boy’s homes normally did. I have a much higher respect for the staff who care for me than I do for my peers.”

Seeing he wasn’t going to win this battle, he thanked me and asked me to tell him if there was anything I needed.

“There is, one thing, providing the services are available. Those in my sleeping compartment need a shower, but those in our car aren’t working. If you happen to have any working shower in any of the cars, I wouldn’t mind being able to use it for us to rinse off,” I told him.

Looking down for a few seconds, he looked back up at me and said, “The showers in all cars are fully functioning. Our bosses ordered us to disable them in all cars except those with the snobs. You and the five girls are the only occupants of that car currently. You will have it exclusively for yourselves. We will have some additional passengers who board at our next stop, but none assigned to your sleeping compartment. We were highly surprised when a request came in to add the additional guests to your room. Previously they only had seating reserved for them with no shower access. I suspect you already know that they are very particular about ensuring they always look well-groomed without any detectable body odor. They are in the minority on this train. That old hag and her ilk tend to smell like whores, just after a warship comes into port and grants their sailors shore leave. Our modest bathing facilities aren’t up to their standards, so they don’t bathe, except in perfume.”

“I don’t want you to get to any trouble on our account. We have a sink, soap, washcloths, and towels,” I told the man, and he laughed.

“I don’t care what my bosses think about the matter. It isn’t right to have the facilities and then deny them to the paying customers. We also have the matter of your bussing tables. Now I find you here washing dishes like the staff. Of all the people on this train, you are the last person to be down here working away. I should have believed my colleague’s stories about you, Darren. I’ve never met someone like you, especially not within your social circle. I find it very refreshing,” he told me as he escorted me back to the dining area. “Just between us, I’m sure the management is shitting all over themselves for not knowing you were on the train. They still have no idea you are in the coach sleeping compartment, and no one on the train is about to tell them.”

I smiled before telling him, “I bet if I wanted to know I would find that all your sleeping areas for staff are full, else I would be sleeping there. If I hadn’t had the additional roommates, the staff would be sleeping in my sleeping compartment and me sleeping in one of their bunks. To me, that seems fair. You work hard and need what little rest you can get.”

He patted my shoulder and thanked me before we got to the dining car.

In the dining car, I found it almost empty. The girls from my sleeping compartment were there waiting on me as they talked to the young woman who told her aunt precisely who I was.

“Good news, girls,” I told them. “I found that the showers in our car are working even though they told us they weren’t. Your keys will unlock the shower door unless someone is using it. Being so close to the engine means we should have hot water.”

“Engine cooling system extends to new sleeper coaches using potable water to remove heat, which provides unlimited hot water to new sleeper coaches. All others use electricity to heat water,” Helen said out of the blue.

Kirsten then said, “I claim first shower rights.”

As the other three looked confused, the young woman sitting at the table said, “I was surprised the first time I experienced that happening around Darren. I bet you girls all felt immediately comfortable around him. Probably even stripped in front of him without caring one bit that he was a strange boy hung like a horse with the body of a god. That is just how he is around everyone.”

She pulled up the pictures on her phone to show her naked with me and other girls back in the hotel room when I was there on the mission. She hadn’t yet gotten any of the growth spurts and had a lot of baby fat still on her body.

Stop being nice, David. She was fat enough that you couldn’t see her small puffball of pubic hair or tell if her breasts were from puberty or fat-boobs.

“You have no idea how in demand he was his first year at the spring break resort where my second cousins took me. Girls and women alike wanted him to take them to bed. So did many of the boys and men. These people don’t normally permit sex outside of marriage. No one knows why, but the man in charge said he could have any boy or girl he wanted, provided they were fourteen or older. I happened to be hanging out with some girls who were trying to get his younger cousin’s dick when Darren came in to hang out with his younger twin cousins Dee and Tee,” she explained as I noticed her hard nipples making an appearance and her hand slipped down under the table cloth. “I was doing my best not to cry after his cousin was pretty mean to me about me being fat. His sister, Bambi, who used to fuck anyone that wanted her before meeting Darren, tore her little brother a new asshole. Darren saw me sitting out on the couch, naked because the girls I was with took off with my clothes, and he sat down next to me to hold me while I cried. He rubbed my back at first, but then when I didn’t stop him, he rubbed my fat butt too. I don’t remember falling asleep in his arms, but I woke later in his bed, naked, laying on top of him how I had been when Darren held me on the couch. He already made it very clear that his dick wasn’t there for any willing girl to fall on to screw him just because he was a guy, and guys always wanted to do it. Seeing him awake, I moved back until I felt his hard pecker pushing in between my legs. He nodded permission, and I slowed gave him my virginity. Never once did he try to make me speed up or flip us over to be on top until I was too tired to continue. Luckily, he wasn’t very long or fat back then, or I doubt I could have done it with him for almost two hours. I wasn’t even sore, just too tired, hungry, and dehydrated to get wet down there anymore.”

I smiled as I told her, “I’m sorry I didn’t recognize you. I see puberty finally caught up with you. Better later than never. We didn’t know it back then, but your body was full of hormones then. You must have had some damn hot dreams about the two of us. You’re a very hot sleeper. I think you lost ten pounds in sweat from when I carried you to my bed and when we got up to shower before you went back to your room before anyone woke up. You look amazing now, but you do need to eat more.”

“Oh, girls, I forget all about how Darren is about sex,” she told them. “He can take you places you never thought possible. All other guys I have met would be bragging to everyone about how good they are in bed if they were able to be on par with him. Not Darren. No matter how he asked or who threatens him, he doesn’t talk about it, except with anyone he had sex with and then only with them in private. He is genuinely a nice guy that you can trust. None of the people like my second cousin’s family can be trusted as they trust him.”

Then turning to me, she asked if I finished washing the dishes downstairs in the kitchen or if they kicked me out when they found me working away. She told the girls about what happened at one of the years I was at the resorts where the kitchen staff had to drag me away from the dishwashing area because I wouldn’t stop except when they made me eat and drink. I even liked to eat with the staff because I preferred the company of people who worked for a living to those who treated staff like they were barely above slaves in their eyes.

“He isn’t fictional,” Helen said quietly.

Pat then softly said, “Now I understand why I trusted him immediately. None of you knew about me until I got so sick that you had to take care of me.”

Kirsten stood up, got the young woman up from her seat, placed the young woman’s hand in mine, and pointed to the stairs going to the other cars.

Helen surprised everyone when she pulled a handful of my rubbers from her pocket to give to the young woman.

“What are you two expecting this young woman and I do Helen,” I asked her.

She made a V with her fingers and used her tongue in the V, faked a push against her cheek while miming sucking a dick, and then poked a finger through the hole in her other fingers as she held up a rubber.

“Ok, then. I’m not sure that is on the table, but I don’t mind getting to hear the dirt on this beauty’s cousin Corwin. No one told me anything about her cousin when she was younger,” I told them.

Yeah. Right, David. All five girls already soaked through the powder between their legs. Each is on the edge of an orgasm. Pour Pat is wet and hard.

Letting go of the young woman’s hand, I went to each of the four girls to kiss them and hug them, which made them cum hard, with a little help from the place in my head. I’m pretty sure no one saw me grab an unused napkin from the table. I turned Pat away from the others so that I could get the cloth napkin up under their dress and ready to catch her load when she came. She had no clue what was going to happen. She did start trying to get to my dick as I pulled the napkin from under her dress and straightened it.

I took the young woman’s hand, and she led me to the room she had all to herself.

We barely made it into her room before she was almost naked. She only had on her wet panties when I tried to find her key in the hidden pocket in her skirt. Inside she worked her hardest to get me naked as well. We did not need foreplay on her side.

After sucking my dick hard, she laid back to spread her legs with a hand guiding my dick to her honeypot as she pulled me down to lay on her.

“Sorry. No rubber, no sex,” I said. “Corwin’s family can afford her and her sisters bearing my children, should we ever have sex. We both know she is already way past what her tutors can teach her, so no issues with school and being pregnant. You, on the other hand, don’t need to have a baby, and your school will kick you out for having sex, much less getting pregnant. It may feel better to some girls for me to not use a rubber. Hopefully, it did when we were together the first time. Just not today or any day on this trip. How I know, I can’t say, but I’m sure you will conceive if I cum inside you without wearing a rubber.”

Not cooling off one bit, she did sadly say, “I know. I want to have your baby too. Corwin is so happy. Though I could argue that you didn’t get me pregnant the first time we were together. I got my period when I was thirteen and was as fertile as I could get when you came inside me all those times.”

I rolled the rubber on and worked to bury myself inside her as we tongue kissed. I didn’t see any clocks to get the exact time, but I guessed she lasted about twelve minutes before finally having burned off all her energy from fucking and converting it to orgasm energy. A quick search found dry panties, some thin shorts, and a tank top. She managed to build back up some reserves while I got her clothes, so I got her holding onto the toilet and fucked her from behind until she came so hard her legs went weak. Only my dick inside her and holding onto her hips kept her from falling. After she managed to pee and wipe, I got her dressed and tucked her into bed.

“See. You didn’t need the rubber after all. Maybe we can do it again later,” the young woman said before closing her eyes and starting to snore softly.

The rubber I flushed and then dressed.

Not having to sweat or make my body stink is nice. My shield is better at getting rid of smells than soap or deodorant.

Right as I was opening her door, her aunt was trying to unlock it. I used the place in my head to vaporize all smells in the room. Then evaporated her pussy juices on the bed, before moving aside to let the older woman in. The girl’s perfume was the only light scent left in the room.

I did gently put my hand on the older woman’s shoulder and said, “Please don’t wake her. She had me escort her to her room because she’s exhausted. I had to help her get to the toilet and then dress in something for her to sleep. I would have hung up her dinner clothes but didn’t see any hangers or suit bags, so I folded them the best I could so that they wouldn’t wrinkle. They are on the other bunk. I’m glad you are here to check on her. I don’t have any way to lock her room to make sure she stays safe since no one else is sharing her room.”

In a flash, the old bat was fighting to pull down the girl’s shorts and panties to check her pussy, which smelled like the powder she rubbed in her crotch as she left the toilet.

“You are one nasty old bitch, aren’t you? I’m enough of a gentleman not to go checking if a woman is a virgin or not, as it is none of my business. If she was a virgin and I had taken her virginity, that is none of your business unless she chose to tell you about it. Now get out of the way. You haven’t helped anyone dress in a long time, if ever,” I told her as I gently moved her out of the way and got the girl’s panties and shorts back in place.

The older woman gave me a bit of a nasty look as the young woman pulled me down to hug her and kiss me on the cheek. I kissed her forehead as I “guided” her aunt from the room. I took the key to the girl’s room from her aunt, locked the door, used the place in my head to set the internal security lock, and pushed the key under the door.

“She can give you the key back when she finds it in the morning. I don’t give a flip who you are, but I’m not tolerating you waking and molesting her how you did just now. Though if you want to play games with me, I’m perfectly fine contacting your husband’s family to provide them with unquestionable proof of your children being bastards. Oh, he is not as dumb as he led you to believe. He knows they aren’t his children, but since he can’t get rid of you, he raised them as his own because it wasn’t their fault that you are a complete white-trash slut. One quick text is all it will take,” I told her in a quiet, but a menacing voice. “I know you won’t try to change. I get it. Still, you won’t treat your niece like she is some common whore like your daughters turned out to be from your complete lack of giving the first shit about them. You got it?”

I turned around and headed back to my sleeper car.

Pat was just walking from the shower back to the room. Helen was just about to close the door when I walked past her. She grabbed my hand to pull me into the shower area.

Unlike what I expected for a shower on a train, these shower rooms are the width of the sleeper coach. They even had a shower door. Helen stripped me and pulled me in the shower with her. We took our time washing each other from head to toe, making sure to get into all those nooks and crannies. Once clean, she stroked me hard, got a leg around me, put my dick at her entrance, and then waited. I didn’t know what she wanted to happen, so I rubbed her leg.

“Please make love to me, Darren,” Helen said softly. “Kirsten needs you to make her a woman as well. You are the right one for us both.”

It was slow, gentle, and earth-shattering for Helen. It didn’t take too many orgasms for her to be no longer able to stand, so I got her arms around my neck and legs around my waist. I then pretty much took her through multiple orgasms as I used her pussy to jack off my dick until I pumped a load up inside her. I didn’t pull out of her or get limp until she was able to stand on her own. We both watched the river of cum run out of her once I let my dick pop free. Not a single sperm made it up inside her, not even dead ones.

Not even bothering to dry off, Helen ran naked to the room and got Kirsten to come shower with me.

After making sure my dick was clean, she turned her back to me, reached between her legs, lined me up, and held my dick steady as she pushed it through her cherry. I recognized the familiar grunt and sounds of pain through her gritted teeth. I moved her pussy off my dick until the head was all that remained inside. Slowly I pulled and pushed her hips until I was about all inside her. She kept trying to go faster, and I kept the pace slow since her cock massager was squeezing me tightly as she clenched the muscles try to stop the pain from popping her cherry. I kept that pace until I felt my dick sliding in and out without any resistance, just the warm grip of her velvet passage. When my dick no longer caused her any pain, I got us going. The place in my head showed that she was unconsciously fighting to keep from having an orgasm.