A horny Christmas tale, white thighs, and cupcake

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A horny Christmas tale, white thighs, and cupcakeWhen you stand 5′ 7″ at f******n, men can be excused for thinking you’re older than your years, more so when your hormones kick-in and give you a nice set of titties and a fine fur on your pussy.Of course a girl is aware of men’s interest, after all it’s a two way process, as their cocks provide an interesting focus on out take of men and sex.So this Christmas leave started with a mad dash for the long train journey to Oban on the West Coast of Scotland.I arrived at the Queen Street Station just as the first flurry of snow started falling, adding to the excitement of Christmas leave, an excitement that would translate itself to an urge between my legs, my white cotton panties already wet with sweat from my exertions of trying to get there on time, and a teenage horniness that was ever present, now my pussy knew a little more about its function in life, peeing is one function, being watched as you pee, is a whole new ball game, and that appealed to me more, if you can catch my drift.Everything I wore had to do with wool, double and triple layers to ward of the cold Scottish weather, covering a warm soft body, emanating a warmth and scent of youthful playfulness, innocence and extreme pleasure, the original Viagra for men, an aphrodisiac on two long legs, covered with long woolen stockings and three inches of warm soft flesh, culminating to an entrance of my girlhood, already moist and beckoning, for a cock.It was in this state of mind I arrived at the station, looking for a man keen on a girl, to be locked in together in a small carriage, where anything could happen, and I was keen to instigate a penetration, to bounce on a cock in tune with the clackity-clack of the train.Initially I was disappointed as the station appeared deserted, perhaps the weather was the main reason, and as my eyes sought the main message boards my train was due to leave in just over an hours time, so I sat down on a cold wooden bench and huddled inside my, yes you guessed it, woolen coat.I crossed my long legs and as if by instinct started to move them in a to-and-fro motion, sending small spasms of pleasure from my crushed clitoris, between a pair of powerful thighs, my eyes constantly scanning for cock, my hard nipples adding to my frustrations, as they came into contact with the rough woolen fabric that covered them.I got up and walked over to the magazine stall at the end of the row and started browsing through the periodicals, all full of women, scantily clad and showing more of what I was hiding, I just wanted to get onto the train and get naked and have a good naked wank, I could feel my juices run down my legs, my cotton barrier now soaked, was releasing more and more of my vaginal lubrication, a common problem with girls my age and state of hormonal imbalance, God I could even smell myself, what red blooded man could escape this wanton hussy canlı bahis in heat.There was a bar selling beer, so I walked in, it was warmer than the platform, and it sold coffee, so I sat down, as no one seemed to care I had walked in, usually I am challenged, especially here in Scotland as they get threats from their bosses about u******e selling.No sooner had I sat down when the door opened again and a cold wind blew in, along with a man, who immediately saw me sitting on my own. He smiled and made for the table aside me, his eyes scouring my woolen clad form, as if the soft fleshy outline of my nude body beneath was instantly visible to him, he obviously like what he imagined what he saw, as his smile turned into a leer and he drew his tongue across his thin lips.’bloody fucking cold’, he whispered to me in a hushed tone, which was silly, as we were the only people within earshot, the other customer was at the other end chatting to the girl supposedly serving.So I simply smiled at his comment, and he acknowledged my acceptance to his use of the work, ‘Fucking’.We sat in silence for another minute or so and that seemed to wear his patience, as his need for service showed, ‘Excuse me’, he shouted to the girl behind the bar, now in heavy conversation with the man over the bar.She looked at us, murmured something under her breath to the guy sucking on his beer, and made her down to us.She was shortish with a big ass and extremely short black skirt on, and black stockings, and I almost burst out in laughter as she bent over to him, her ass cheeks were showing, I guessed she was wearing a thong or something like that.I had difficulty holding back my mirth as she turned to me, ‘Can I get you something’, she asked in an aggressive tone, as if knowing I was mocking her attire, a female clash of ideologies, in a small way I was glad she never asked for ID, I would have been fucked if she had.’Just a coffee please’, I asked, smiling demurely, hoping this would appease her jealously or perceived threat of feminine rivalry.A hint of acceptance crept through as she smiled weakly back at me, proffering a menu showing the selection of coffees on offer, and as my eyes ran down the listing I caught my new found companion staring up her back-side, no doubt searching for the elusive thong string between her fleshy buttocks.He caught me looking at him and gave me the thumbs up, so I pondered more as he peered up her bum more, getting excited in the fact I was aiding him to enjoy her forbidden pleasures, so willingly on show.At last I chose and thanked her for her patience, and she waddled off, noting his eyes and head swayed in motion with her bum, as she walked away.’Bet she does not have a full length mirror’, he uttered in the same hushed tones as earlier.’Just as well for you’, I replied, it was out before I could check myself.’True, you have a point’, he replied evenly, ‘st my age bahis siteleri we should be thankful for small mercies’, he continued, again bringing a smile to my frozen features.’You are very beautiful’, he remarked, ‘especially when you smile’, so I smiled even more, then reached into my pocket and produced my tube of lip gloss and smeared more onto my pouting lips, as he watched closely.’Here she comes again’, he uttered, as my gaze shifted to her making her way towards us. ‘Better tuck him away, just in case’, and as I looked at him, he unashamedly pushed his imaginary cock in between his legs and crossed them, as if to keep it in-situ, I burst into laughter, and was still laughing when she stood alongside us, staring incredulously.’Sorry, sorry, I repeated, he just said something funny’, and she relaxed and put his beer on the table and my coffee in front of me, adding that the man from the other end of the bar bought it for me, and as I looked into her face, she winked, one of those knowing winks, so I smiled and looked at him and simply nodded my acceptance.After finishing my customary acquiesce of his gracious offer, I turned back to the haggling going on between her and him, something to do with him again remarking to her use or nor of a full length mirror.Her back was to me and I watched fascinated as he unfurled a wad of bank notes, placing one after another on her tray, until the princely sum of £10, now lay there.At that she turned her head to me and said, ‘Excuse me love’, and lifted the front of her short black skirt, to expose herself to his gaze.The shocked look on his face, his eyes ever widening as he focused solely on the top of her meaty thighs, ‘Surely not’, went through my head, and by the time I had my answer she was walking back to her, friend with a penchant for buying young girls coffee.I he thought I had a beautiful smile, then my open-mouthed expression must have had his heart in raptures, ‘Did you see what I think you saw’, I asked incredulously?He took a deep draw from his glass and half finished his pint, put it down and smiled. ‘I asked and paid to see her shaved pussy’, was his simple answer.I put my hand to my mouth and looked back up the bar at her, she smiled and waved back.A very sexual transaction had just occurred in the last few moments and I was present, without realizing just how simple it could be.’Would you show your’s if I paid you’?I thought carefully, as I was about to say just how I felt, horny as fuck, but I refrained, and looked back at him with a coy expression.’Did it have the desired reaction’?He looked down at his crotch, where my eyes were looking, then traced his outline with his fingers, along the shaft, a good eight inches of solid pleasure flesh, ‘What do you think’?I smiled again before adding, ‘Looks like your money was worth it then’.’You like to see it before you go’?I looked back up to the bar and they were güvenilir bahis engrossed in themselves again, ‘I dont have any money’, I added with a hint of irony, but it was out staring at me, big, hard and angry, and he was stroking it as if there was no tomorrow.I sat rooted to my seat, my eyes drinking in the masturbatory spectacle in front of me, ‘You wanna see it shoot’? he said it loud enough to alert the other two and they came down the bar and stood watching, adding their encouragement, ‘Go on Bobby’, said the girl, ‘Give it to her’, she continued, and Bobby suddenly got up and stood close to me, releasing a powerful spurt of semen onto my face.The fat barmaid was behind me in two bounds, holding my head as a second then third load was dumped onto my face, ‘Shove it into her mouth brother, make her taste you’, and suddenly I had him in my mouth, while she held me firmly, and his cock simultaneously, wanking him into my mouth.Bobby was a spent force, but his fat sister still embraced me, and for a second I thought she was about to commit a lesbian act on me, but it appeared her brothers sperm had an attraction for her and she indulged in a frenzied feast on my facial skin, licking and swallowing, whilst holding her arms around me from the back.Then I realized her friend who purchased the coffee for me was fucking her, ramming her hard, and her frenzied licking was more to do with her being fucked, than my presence.I struggled to free myself from her powerful grasp, ‘I have a fucking train to catch’, suddenly realizing it was close to leaving, but they were in a fuck frenzy and what I said fell on deaf ears as they copulated unabated.Suddenly she shrieked as she orgasmed and her arms fell limp by her side and I took the opportunity to get up onto my feat and turn to see her disentangle from her lover, his cock still standing, as if he had unfinished business with me, so I turned and made for the door.But someone in need of the ultimate release does not let such a beautiful orifice go easily, as Bobby suddenly reappeared in time to pinion me to the small table, my long woolen skirt flying high, and my soaked cotton knickers pulled down sufficiently to expose me to the oncoming cock.He humped me to the satisfaction of both of us. No longer being held down I was accepting his thrusts as eagerly as he was ramming home his need of me.The warmth of his seeding could be felt keenly inside me as it spread to fill my vagina, then the whistle sounded, ‘My train I screamed and I ran, and ran until I got into the last carriage, alone and happy.The train shunted into the dark night, going through the long tunnel and into the open outskirts of Glasgow, thundering North, and I stole a look between my violated thighs, covered in semen, just as my face was shortly before it.Christmas came early for me, two men’s seed, enough for me to compare as my facial was still fresh and running down my neck, but for now I needed to have a good wank, so my fingers got into tune with the clackity-clack, and I masturbated freely, occasionally slipping my fingers into my mouth and tasting men as only a girl should.

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