A Girls Thoughts, as The Cock Goes In

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A Girls Thoughts, as The Cock Goes InI could feel the tension rising, my stomach was knotted, as it neared. Deep inside I knew it would be packed, and all I needed to do was maneuver myself amongst the throng, and feel the men’s need for me.As a young woman I have a dark secret, dark as in sexual fantasy, being groped in public, a left over from an encounter with a man in a park, where, instead of screaming for help, as I was pinned down on the ground, I had an orgasm under him, while he had one on top of me.He ran away and left me with a dilemma, he had inadvertently found a trigger, that remains to this very day, a deep psychological need to be restrained, and its associated sexual release, a very powerful response, where there is none, I cant stop the men touching, as I am too busy cumming, and when I do, I need a long time to recover.As the carriages slow down and start to pass me on the platform, my eyes are searching out for the one for me to get into.If men knew what was going through my mind as the train came to a halt, they would start to fuck me here, on the platform, before I could raise a leg to alight onto the carriage.Why do they think the way they do, place us on pedestals and put out of reach, when we are gagging to be fucked as much as they want to fuck us, no wonder men who treat us like cum sluts are the ones who get to put their cocks in us, and do the dirty, before we resume our facades, and go on in life fooling our husbands and boyfriends, of the prim and proper nice girls that we most certainly are not. The ferry crossing took 45 minutes, and I would stand at the rail looking out over the water, one foot raised on the next rung, at twelve bahis firmaları most girls were still clumsy, squatting open crotched, not realising or aware their body position had alerted and was probably arousing a man, looking at them.In that sense I was aware, I knew the value of my age and what my body did to men around me, so when I raised my leg, my mini skirt rising to show an expanse of thigh, I closed my eyes and imagined man touching himself looking at me.’Do you smoke’, he asked me?I looked up and the middle-aged man standing there, his hand holding out a packet of twenty, ‘No Sir’, I politely replied, ‘He wants to fuck me’, flashed through my mind, and my body responded in the natural way, my nipples hardening, my clitoris stimulated, and my cunt swelling and wetting.’You take this ferry every day’, he continued, I smiled and nodded, my throat dry and my heart pounding.We stood alone on the deck as the skies darkened, it was 17:30 and ten minutes into the journey. The cool evening air was flowing freely between my open legs, I made no effort to close my thighs, I felt exposed but loved the feeling, knowing he was at least trying, how little did he know all he had to do was reach out and take it.’Aren’t you cold standing there’?I looked up to him, he was staring at my thigh, and I made no move to cover it, it was brazen of me, but I wanted him to touch it, so I smiled again, ‘No Sir’, I replied, ‘I like the cool air’.I waited, what the fuck was wrong with the man, I was a schoolgirl, standing open thighed saying I liked to feel the cool air on my cunt, I was begging him, but still he floundered and added to the torment, he was, by kaçak bahis his own fear, teasing me, why cant they just recognise a girls want and need and fuck me.I t was getting cold as we hit mid river, and I felt a sudden warmth, he had opened his coat and came in close to my body, I turned slightly, and looked, we were in darkness now, his coat was dark, so I let him snuggled up close, and his hand touched my exposed thigh. ‘You have goosebumps’, he said, his fingertips moving ever so gently over the soft skin as if reading the bumps if they were braille, mine at that moment would read, ‘How to fuck a twelve year old schoolgirl’, it was an exciting feeling and I let my thigh open more, as my knees buckled.My movement caused my cunt to brush his exploring fingers, ‘You like that’, he muttered as his urgency gathered, his niceness changing as my status changed from innocent girl into becoming a wanton l****a, his hand now firmly down the front of my panties, his fingers digging into the soft warm forbidden fruit of my kitty, wet and open, the later telling his enfeebled brain of my need.I could feel him fumble behind me as he took his cock out, I meantime had pulled my panties down mid-thigh, and I could feel him move between my ass cheeks and labia, be both were searching for the same thing, but he kept slipping over my elusive hole, its smallness unable to accommodate his girth, establish a ridge from which he could penetrate, ‘Let me’, I hissed, and then his was going inside, pushing into the folds and stretching, each delectable ridge, releasing a few drops of vaginal lubrication, easing him forward deep into my inner warmth, then I could feel kaçak iddaa his pubis on my soft cool bum, he was all the way inside me.We grunted, and I counted, one, two, three, four, then there was a sudden warmth spreading behind my stomach, flooding my crotch, unmistakable, even to me, he was cumming, he was gasping and releasing his pent up seed into a schoolgirl, albeit a willing one, but as his forbidden sowing of his seed inside one so infertile, waned, as his orgasm subsided and his flaccid cock slipped from my tight grip, he started to panic.I was too busy ‘Jilling’, my kitty, I was bent double, eyes closed, angry and disappointed, trying hard to get over the point of no return, my fingers expertly polishing my forbidden pearl, but alas, the boats loud horn sounded as we neared the pier, and I jumped and pulled my panties up, realizing I was alone again, he had fled the scene of his greatest moment, shit scared and ridden with fear, hiding low down in his car watching me, as I alighted and was met by my mother, what would she think if I casually mentioned that my kitty was full of sperm, deposited just five minutes ago, and the man responsible was currently watcher her and thinking she was a slut, with a whore of a daughter, like mother, like daughter, well you know what I mean.Two small incidents in a girls life, both spelling out her as yet unknown sexual preferences, pointing the way forward, look through some of the amateur videos on here at xHamster, being tied down, spanked hard, that’s the videos that make me excited as a woman, sometimes mistakenly assumed I want to be dominated, but that would be rubbish, I just like a bit of abuse to trigger my reaction, a little less lubrication for an anal penetration, yes it hurt and is more forceful, but some girls like to feel a man’s urgency as he penetrates, and most importantly, keep it hard long enough for us to get the same thing.

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