1. Tunnels, Tracks, and Trains


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

    the liquid slide, pool in the puckered crater of her anus then overflow across her perineum. His intentions were clear. Even his brainless cock could sense it; visibly throbbing with anticipation, it grazed across her flesh en route to its target. She squealed again as the tip made contact. Fingers edged deeper into her young cunt and the purple bell end of his swollen manhood tested itself against her arsehole. He pushed. It flexed. He pushed again. Her body shifted under his impetus though her backdoor stayed firmly shut. He was sweating, snarling. 'Let me in bitch. Let me in...' Like a well-practised whore, she suddenly relaxed. Frozen by morbid fascination, I watched the fleshy rod inch inside her, watched too his bunched up hand as it drilled a torrid tunnel into her virgin innards. 'No, for fuck's sake, no.' The young woman on my left spoke calmly, though her inner turmoil was obvious. On further examination, she seemed to be the personification of turmoil: her flimsy white cotton dress was in total conflict with her bright purple Doc Martens, and her wide innocent eyes belied the multiple piercings in her ears, lips, nose and tongue. A delicate floral tattoo on her upper arm was interwoven with the epithet 'Fuck you!', an absurd obscenity amid such beauty, its incongruity shocking enough to cause me to anxiously clutch my own upper arm. Slowly shaking her head, she flexed her black-nailed fingers and looked the man directly in the eyes. 'Stop! She's no more than a ...
    child.' Stepping quickly across in front of me, she wrapped her right hand around his tool, thus halting its progress into the girl's bowels. The man appeared unswayed. 'Why should I?' Their eyes met and locked in silent combat. Pupils flared. Without breaking her gaze, she reached down, eased his right hand from the girl's cunt and slowly brought it to her own mouth. One by one, she sucked the digits clean, pausing long between each to conspicuously savour the taste. The thumb seemed to give her the greatest pleasure. She focussed on it, used her lips, tongue and teeth on it, making her intentions patently clear. 'Because if you don't, I'll kick you in the bollocks with one of these,' she motioned to her remarkable footwear, 'and besides, I have so much more to offer.' Physically, she was undoubtedly a finer specimen. The short dress clung to her rounded buttocks, hugged her trim waist and cupped her delicious tits. The schoolgirl was plainly pretty, but this young woman was distinctly beautiful, although she seemed - in the way of punks all over the Western world - to have gone to great pains to make herself less so. Her head was all but shaved; her eyes and lips were blackened and stood stark against the unnatural whiteness of her skin. She saw me staring and despatched me with razor words. 'What you fucking looking at, grandma?' Naked knees hit the marbled brown linoleum of the carriage floor. Plush liquorice lips replaced her grasping hand, taking the cock sideways into her ...
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