1. Tunnels, Tracks, and Trains


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

    mouth as one might consume a corn on the cob or play a harmonica. The cock's bulbous tip remained plugged into the girl's arsehole, and the pierced tongue probed where girl became man, tested the tautness of the sphincter that clamped around the thick shaft. With a clearly audible pop, the man uncorked the girl, who visibly deflated, collapsing into a gasping heap into the corner of the seat, her cheek pressed to the window glass. Condensation formed and fled with her every strained breath. The freed cock pulsed. The punk poked the hole with her jewelled tongue. It pulsed again. A predictable pattern soon emerged. She teased: it leapt. Almost lovingly, the man whispered. 'Suck it and I'll cum. I can tell you swallow...' The prostrate schoolgirl stirred, slowly turned her head towards the unfurling action and began to gingerly explore the stretched wet gash between her quivering thighs. The punk sneered with a force to deprecate the whole world. 'Yeah, I swallow. But not cum. That's so fucking passė!' Momentarily unbalanced, his words stumbled. 'Then... w-what do...?' Again, the all-destroying sneer. 'Piss. Piss on me, you stupid fucker.' His confusion morphed quickly into anger and it was obvious that no one ever spoke to him thus. Screwing up his eyes to focus his mind, he concentrated all his energy into fulfilling her unlikely demands, though I knew from personal experience that hard cocks do not give up their yellow prize so easily. He grunted. She sighed and flicked ...
    her tongue at a single pearlescent droplet that oozed from his pisshole. Till then, he had been noticeably softening, but her tongue's touch caused his organ to leap and yet another droplet to form. She swept it away, swirled it around her gums then swallowed. Disdainfully, she shook her head. 'Nah, that's precum, mate. Fucking precum. I can get that any day of the fucking wee...' A quick spurt of gold cut her short; it rained and stained her otherwise virginal apparel. She growled her approval, closed her eyes and grabbed the impromptu hose, aiming it squarely at her smooth forehead. A deep sigh issued from the man's depths as his bladder released. A sparkling, twisting stream of piss pummelled the punk's face, washed across her wan features, poured from her chin and turned her tight white frock into thunderclouds. Spray painted my patent shoes. The floor around her knees quickly became a puddle. As the carriage gently tilted and veered, tiny rivulets escaped the puddle's surface tension, sped across the Lino to exhaustion, splitting and oscillating, plotting graphs of the train's random motion. Releasing the spouting cock from her grasp, the punk rubbed her face in the flow, massaged her neck, thighs and belly, before blissfully squeezing the warming liquid into her tits. Her dress was all but transparent, her dark nipples and areolae startlingly manifest, while a slender crimson thong materialised about her hips. The pitter-patter ceased. Thick black eyelashes fluttered and ...
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