Love Train Ch 01

Author's Note: This story is inspired by the film 'Train to Busan.' Don't be surprised by the similarities. It contains a lot of silliness and fantasy elements, so best to move along if that's not your thing. If it is, enjoy!

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"Daddy! Please answer the phone. Something weird is happening, I feel..."

The wild-eyed, auburn-haired girl stumbled across the platform and onto the train. A moment later, a shrill whistle announced the departure of the 10:49 to Edinburgh and the doors closed behind her with a pneumatic hiss.

"Mam?"

The gangly ticket inspector sighed inwardly at the girl sprawled on the gangway floor. There were always drunks on the train to Edinburgh. Even on the 10:49.

"Mam, can I see a ticket?"

"I'm scared, Daddy. I want...I want..."

The girl was writhing on the floor, her long, tanned legs squirming against one another and forcing her short skirt to ride higher and higher up her thighs. The ticket inspector averted his gaze bashfully.

"If you don't have a valid ticket, Mam, I'll have to ask you to leave at the next scheduled stop."

The girl dropped her phone and tore at her blouse, scattering buttons across the floor, and exposing the electric pink cups of the bra beneath it. Her chest was heaving, her back arched, thrusting her ample breasts towards the bewildered inspector.

"M...Mam, do you need some...assistance?"

The ticket inspector looked around, anxious of being caught with the scantily dressed young woman. There were limits, even on the 10:49 to Edinburgh.

"I'm going to call the driver, okay? Mam?"

"I want...I want..."

The girl's legs splayed open, forcing her skirt over her hips, and revealing a pair of high-waisted, white panties that clung obscenely to her swollen sex. The cotton was drenched, almost see-through, and for a moment the inspector forgot all about his passengers. One of her hands found the sodden material, mashing it against her dripping lips, as her words faded into a pained moan.

"...I wan...unngghhhh..."

The inspector came to his senses. Crouching beside the girl, he pulled her hand away from her panties, trying to ignore the sweet aroma of hot pussy. Her skin was burning up. She seemed dazed. Glassy eyed. She fought against him, desperate for friction against her needy clit.

"Mam, I'm going to get help."

"I want..."

"Please, Mam. Please control..."

She lunged at him. The inspector fell backwards, holding her at bay as she landed on top of him. Then her lips were on his, her tongue inside his mouth. For a second, maybe more, he simply let it happen.

Then he pushed her away.

"Mam!"

The door to the adjoining carriage opened. Passengers were crowding in the doorway. Her fingers were fumbling at his belt. Yet these facts did not fill the ticket inspector with the cringing embarrassment they usually would have. With each passing second since the kiss he felt less inhibited. Carefree. Dizzy, almost.

"I want...I want..."

"What do you want, Mam? What...what do you need?"

Barely struggling any longer, the inspector noticed apathetically as her hand tugged his quickly-stiffening cock free of his pants.

"I want them to see..."

She raised herself off the inspector chest, squatting over his upright cock, as she pulled aside her soaked panties. A clear trail of viscous fluid dripped from her folds, briefly connecting her sex to his with a shining bridge of liquid. For the second time, the inspector noticed the pungent aroma. It was so much more intense then he'd ever experienced. The blast of hormones obliterated his wavering resistance.

"I want them to see...what a bad girl I can be."

Before he could stop her, before he could even try, she dropped onto his cock, taking all seven inches of him into her steaming cunt.

And then he forgot about the 10:49 to Edinburgh entirely.

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"What do you mean 'visitation rights?' I don't want visitations. I already have rights."

Larry loosened his tie and took out the bottle of bourbon he kept in his desk drawer for rough days and phone calls with his ex-wife.

"She'll be eighteen tomorrow," Carol reminded, her smugness clear even over the phone, "She can choose where she lives."

"I raised her," Larry argued, knocking back a double before refilling the glass.

"Raised her? Do you even talk to her?"

"We talk. We talk all the time."

"She's coming to Edinburgh tomorrow. She booked the train."

"Bullshit!" Larry thumped his desk, then looked anxiously at the door to his office. It wouldn't be the first time his secretary, Becky, had caught him drinking during hours. He could do without the admin that would entail.

"She can't travel across country alone," Larry continued, lowering his voice.

"Then bring her. She wants to come."

Larry thought of the looming deadline on the Bio-Tech merger and topped up his glass.

"Not tomorrow."

"You had remembered her birthday is tomorrow, right?"

"Of course," Larry scoffed, scrawling a hasty note to send Becky out for a present before he left the office.

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Larry leant against the doorframe of Ellie's bedroom, hoping his breath didn't still smell of bourbon, as her watched his daughter hurl clothes into a suitcase with the kind of anger normally reserved for bare-knuckle fights.

Ellie was the complete opposite to him. Larry was six-four, broad shouldered, with dark hair and a darker complexion. Ellie was tiny, a pocket-sized bundle of cuteness, with modest little B-cups, and hair so blond it was almost white. People were amazed they were related. Even Ellie. Especially Ellie.

"You told your Mom you want to go to Edinburgh?"

Ellie ignored her father, leaning over the bulging suitcase in a futile attempt to compress it enough to zip shut. Larry watched her struggle, noticing, not for the first time, the way her sheer robe clung tantalisingly to the wide hips she'd inherited from her mother. The silky material rose up her milky white thighs, edging closer to the firm, rounded curve of her generously proportioned ass when...

"Ummm, Larry?"

Larry dragged his eyes from his daughter's ass, wincing at Ellie's persistent use of his name.

"Are you gunna help or just stand their checking out my ass?"

"Your Mom said you booked the train already."

"Uhuh."

"Sweetie, I have so much work on right now. I'll have some time next week, if..."

"I'm not asking you to come with me. I'd prefer if you didn't."

Focusing on each unsteady step, Larry crossed the room and placed a store-wrapped package on top of his daughter's suitcase.

"What's that?" Ellie asked, suspiciously.

"Thought I'd forget? Go on. Open it."

Larry thought he sensed an almost imperceptible softening in his daughter as she pulled on the ribbon. Silently, he commended himself on his choice of secretary - Becky always knew what to buy his daughter to get him out of a hole.

The wrapping paper fell away, revealing the jewellery box beneath. Cautiously, as though expecting a trap, Ellie opened the box.

"Don't you like it?"

Ellie stared at the necklace laying on the velvet cushion inside the box. A gossamer-thin gold chain held five artfully crafted letters that spelled Ellie's name.

In response, Ellie pulled at the lapel of her robe. The sheer material slipped from her chest, exposing the shallow valley of her cleavage, the gentle curve of her breasts, and the necklace that hung between them spelling her name.

"Christmas," Ellie said, her voice laced with disappointment, "last year."

Larry felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment and promised himself to cut Becky's salary.

"Is there anything else you want?"

"I want to see Mom."

"Sweetie..."

"I can go alone. I'm a grown woman. I won't waste your time."

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"Dude, hurry up in there. I've gotta pee."

Ellie hammered impatiently on the toilet door. She was impatient at the best of times. And it wasn't the best of times.

Her dad, no, Larry, had insisted on riding the 10:49 with her to Edinburgh. Why though, she had no idea. He'd spent the first half hour on calls to the office, barely glancing at her, let alone talking to her.

He hardly even flinched when he noticed the dangerously short, pleated skirt, suggestive knee socks, and indecently tight crop top she'd worn to provoke him that morning. Which, of course, only made Ellie more determined to goad some kind of reaction from him. Anything would do. Anything was better than apathy.

Which is why she'd decided to slip off her panties in the toilet. Maybe Larry would catch her exposing herself to the cute guy across the aisle from them. Maybe that would make him notice.

"Hurry the fuck up!"

Ellie raised her fist to knock on the door again when she heard the groan. It sounded like someone was in pain in there.

"Hey," Ellie called more softly, "is everything alright in there?"

She pressed her ear to the cool metal door and heard it again. Whimpering.

"Do you need me to get the ticket inspector?" Ellie asked.

No reply came from the toilet. Only whimpering.

"I...I'll be right back, okay? I'll..."

That's when Ellie noticed then that the toilet door was unlocked. She hesitated then pressed her ear to the door again. She could hear something else, over the whimpering, a throaty, choking sound. Someone was in trouble in there.

"Fuck it," Ellie said to herself, turning the handle and pulling the door open.

"Oh...I...I didn't...I'm sorry...I'll just...sorry."

Ellie needn't have gone far to find the ticket inspector. He was right there, in the toilet, one hand steading himself against the mirror, the other wrapped around the auburn hair of the girl kneeling between his legs, encouraging her to bury his rock hard cock deeper in her throat.

"Unnghh ungghh unnghh!"

For a few seconds, Ellie was too shocked to move. She watched, amazed, as the girl opened her gullet for the inspector, allowing him to thrust mercilessly into her throat. Saliva drooled freely from her mouth, spilling onto her chin and dripping onto her heaving chest.

Ellie's eyes trailed across her spit-soaked tits, the cute pink bra ruined by the girl's slobber, down past her toned abs, to where the girl's hand moved fitfully beneath her skirt. There was no denying it, the girl was beautiful, much too attractive for the lanky inspector with the spot scarred cheeks.

But she was working his cock like her life depended on it. Her gurgling groans exposed her obvious arousal. Even as Ellie watched, the girl's choked moans reached a new pitch, her body spasmed, and a gush of fluid sprayed from beneath her skirt onto the dank toilet floor.

This was enough to shock Ellie to her senses. Muttering a fumbled apology, Ellie hastily closed the toilet door.

Reeling, Ellie mistakenly turned away from her carriage and walked in the opposite direction down the train. Her mind was racing, all conflict with Larry momentarily forgotten as she replayed the girl's enthusiastic blowjob in her mind. She was shocked, yes, but more than that, she was, not aroused, not exactly exactly, but excited by a sudden widening of possibilities.

The newly eighteen year old girl felt like a veil had been pulled from her eyes and, for the first time understood the adult life she had just entered, seeing the world as it truly was: a place where anything and anyone could be hers, any time, if only she reached out and took it.

Her new perspective made her dizzy. She reached out for the metallic doorframe around the sliding glass door into the next compartment and took a moment to catch her breath. And that's when she heard it.

Moaning. Just like before. But louder. A whole chorus of groans, moans, whimpers, and cries. Drawn onwards by a terrible curiosity, she pressed the button to open the door to the compartment. The orgy of sound grew louder. There was no mistaking it, nor the thick, enticing smell in the air. She knew that smell, or a less potent version of it, from her own fumbled explorations.

Pussy.

The aroma drew her further into the carriage. With faltering steps, she approached a group of four seats facing one another. She could see a businessman over the top of the nearest seat. His eyes were closed.

"E...excuse me...sir?"

The businessman opened his eyes. Ellie gasped. His eyes were bloodshot and wild, leering at her with an unashamed lust.

Ellie's next step brought her level with the nearest seats, revealing the occupants. Another man, this one old enough to be her grandfather, was opposite the businessman. He was thrusting like a jackrabbit into a homely lady bent over in the space between the two seats, her moans of protest, or pleasure, Ellie couldn't tell which, were stifled by the businessman's cock in her mouth.

The businessman reached over the homely lady's back, grasping for Ellie. She backed away from the lewd tableaux, glancing in terror around the carriage at similar scenes. Everywhere she looked twosomes, threesomes, foursomes and moresomes were engaged in the most explicit of sexual acts.

Ellie was no stranger to porn. She grew up with a smart phone. But this was more than her innocent brain could compute. Evading the businessman's second attempt to drag her into the spit roast, she dashed back into the vestibule, past the occupied toilet, and into her own carriage.

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"Larry. Larry! Listen to me, you need to hang up the call."

Larry tried half-heartedly to hide his annoyance. Not just at his daughter's steadfast use of his name, though that irked him. It was the Bio-Tech merger. The deal was due to close in twelve hours and the other side had gone dark. No one at the office could get through to Bio-Tech and the shareholders wanted answers.

"Just a minute, hun."

"No, Larry. I need to talk to you NOW."

"Sweetie, whatever it is, I'm sure it can wait a..."

"Something is wrong, Larry. Really fucking wrong."

"Ellie! Language." Larry glanced at the priest and his demure daughter across the aisle and smiled apologetically. "I didn't raise her to talk that way."

The priest flatly ignored Larry's entreaties and turned back to his bible.

"Listen, Larry, I went to the bathroom, it was occupied, y'know, so I knocked but the door was open, and I was desperate, so, anyway, there were people inside, like more than one, I think it was the ticket inspector, and..."

"The ticket inspector was in the toilet? Ellie, this call is really important."

"Yeah the ticket inspector, I didn't recognise the girl, I didn't really get a proper look at her because, well..."

"The girl? You're rambling. For heaven's sake Ellie, get to the point. What girl?"

"The girl sucking the ticket inspector's cock!"

A deathly silence fell over the carriage. Larry looked over at the priest, who was slowly shaking his stern head.

"I swear, she gets it from her mother," Larry offered, meekly.

"Larry, I..."

Before Ellie could bring any more holy scorn upon their heads, Larry stood, grabbed his daughter's hand, and dragged her roughly back into the vestibule between the carriages.

"Okay, Ellie, you want my attention? You wear that slutty little outfit and run your mouth like some...some...some whore? Well, it worked. You have my attention. But whatever you want to get off your chest, it better be good, because I swear to God if you waste one more minute of my time..."

The look of pain on Ellie's face hit Larry like a bucket of cold water. He wanted to suck the words back in as soon as they left his lips. But it was too late. It was out there.

"That's just it, isn't it?" Ellie asked, her lower lip trembling, "That's all I am to you. A waste of time."

"Ellie, I didn't, that's not what I..."

Before Larry could dig himself a deeper hole, he heard it. Someone was in the toilet. It sounded like they were in pain. Grateful for the distraction, Larry stepped past his daughter and pulled on the toilet door handle.

"Oh god...oh god...OH GOD!"

The auburn-haired girl was perched upon the sink. Her blouse and bra lay stained on the grimy toilet floor. Her hands clutched as her perky breasts, fingers roughly tweaking and twisting her firm nipples. The ticket inspector was kneeling between her legs, eating her pussy with an animalistic hunger, driving her to another messy climax at the precise moment Larry opened the door.

"Fuck...shit...I mean, sorry, I..."

Larry pushed the toilet door closed and backed away from the door.

"Larry..."

Larry was dimly aware of his daughter behind him.

"Larry..."

Her voice sounded far off.

"Dad!"

In a flash, Larry was back in the room.

He saw the homely woman swaying at the far end of the vestibule. Though homely wasn't the adjective that sprung to Larry's mind. The woman's neatly coifed hair was in disarray. Her eyes burned with a fierce intensity. One of the straps over her shoulder had snapped so her top hung limply over one full, slightly drooping, breast. She was unclothed below the waist. Her dark tangle of pubic hair was greasy with the same creamy fluid that was oozing down her thighs and chin.

The woman took a faltering step towards them. Instinctively, Larry pushed Ellie backwards and sheltered her with his broad frame.

"Miss? Are you okay, Miss?"

"I want..."

The desperate neediness of the woman's sultry voice caused a stirring in Larry's loins. He'd heard that tone of voice before. He could guess what the woman wanted.

"Stay there, Miss. I'll find some help."

The woman took another step towards Larry as her hand scooped the gooey mess dripping down her thigh and brought it to her lips.

"Jesus, fuck, Ellie don't look."

"I want..."

A powerful scent wafted over Larry. A raw, heady fragrance of hot pussy. It triggered something in him, melting away his reason, and he nearly took a step towards the woman. It was only Ellie's presence that held him tethered to the spot.

"I want..."

The sliding door into the carriage behind the woman hissed open. Ellie recognised the elderly gentleman from earlier. His rigid dick was sticking up at forty five degrees, leading him into the vestibule. It looked painfully engorged to Ellie's eyes, despite all evidence suggesting he'd recently unloaded in the woman's sex.

The pair growled in unison, "I want..."

The woman was close enough to swipe at Larry. He stumbled backwards, into Ellie, and out of reach as the woman lunged for a second time. She might have got him, if the elderly gentleman hadn't chosen that moment to impale the woman on his cock from behind and, finally, give her what she wanted.

The last thing Larry saw before he turned and carried his terrified daughter back to their carriage, was the woman bending down, hands on the vestibule floor, head craned back between her legs, to watch as the elderly gentleman ploughed into her well-used pussy.