1. Tunnels, Tracks, and Trains


    Date: 2/21/2016, Categories: Hardcore, Author: Alexandra_A, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    vanished; the reverie evaporated. Beneath a sky of unbroken blue, golden rapeseed fields soothed my dry eyes. I blinked, shuffled uncomfortably, felt arousal seeping like piss from my cum-thirsty twat. It had been a long time. Too fucking long. Priority for the week ahead: get myself laid. The girl on my right spoke first. Though obviously of legal age, it were as if she wasn't aware of that fact; her brown hair was tightly twisted into painful pigtails, while her pretty face suffered not a jot of make-up. The Latinate crest at her blazered breast spoke of privilege, of breeding, and her voice reinforced the nonchalant arrogance of that skilfully embroidered statement. 'Are you going far?' The man looked surprised, as though noticing her for the first time, and sniffed a quiet laugh. 'Too far. You?' Quite unnecessarily, she crossed her legs while pulling a white sock back up to its scarlet mark just below her knee. Grey pleats fanned her tight white thighs. 'Back to boarding school.' 'Lucky you!' She pouted. Eyebrows knitted as she quickly subdued her breasts with crossed arms. 'I hate it!' 'And why is that, young lady?' 'No boys!' The man laughed. 'Time enough for that.' The girl stomped her feet and lisped petulantly. 'No, there isn't.' Another tunnel swallowed us whole. The relative darkness changed him. He leered. He stood. He grabbed the girl's pigtails and pulled till she squealed. 'You really shouldn't be in such a hurry.' A glance around the carriage made sure we ...
    were all listening. 'This lot were all in too much of a fucking hurry.' She whimpered. 'Please, Sir, don't hurt me.' He jeered. 'You can't get fucked without pain, girl. It either comes with the fucking, comes with the parting, or comes later with the child-birth. Better get used to it, sweetheart.' Using her woven hair like tight reins, he forced her face down into the grubby velour seat and turned her over. Her skirt was way too short; it rode up to bare her pink arse cheeks. Her knickers were way too flimsy; they tore easily between his gritted teeth. He spat the white cotton onto the floor and ogled his prize. An arm rose into the air and fell. A big hand spanked the girlish flesh. Red wheals quickly formed and intertwined. I stared in shocked wonder as her arse became an intricate map of swirling criss-crossed tracks. She was simultaneously crying and begging. 'Do me, Sir! Please! Do me with your big man's cock!' Her tiny arsehole was obviously untouched; her slit was probably likewise, yet it dripped, silently pleading to be violated. A fat forefinger tested her, stretched her; the middle joined its brother and opened her wider still. Ringless ring and tiny joined the fray. Massive thumb tucked in. Fuck. I could barely watch, though watch I knew I must. A silver globule of spit drizzled from his mouth. As it slowly lowered on its stretching string, he aimed it, guided it onto the rounded tip of her coccyx. Its soft cooling contact forced a sigh from the child's lips. I saw ...
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