All of my stories include descriptions of sex scenes that could cause offence to some people. Please do not read this story if you are offended by perverse sexual material, or if you are under the legal age of consent for your own country. These stories are pure fiction and are not based on anyone living or deceased.
The place Australia, the year 1955, and me an eighteen year old English girl, just completed two years of training as a child care assistant. As Iâve got relatives in Australia who found me a placement, I was able to get me a work Visa for a two year stay. The plan was to work for this family as a nanny, looking after their two children for the next two years, and then if I felt I liked the country, apply for permanent residence.
The family lived way out in the deserted North West outback, and they owned a vast area around Jennywren that was being mined for minerals of some kind. I had been warned the place was very remote, and Iâd be one of only a very few females living out there. But I took the six week boat journey, and looked upon it as a holiday before my work placement was due to commence. Then once I landed in Australia, I stopped over-night at my aunty Saharaâs, and next day I boarded a rail-train that was to take me far from the inhabited part of the country, to a drop-off point between Alice Springs and Mud Tank where anyone whose destination is west, then has to disembark, and pick-up with a land-train for the remainder of their journey.
Iâm not sure if other people around the world know exactly what I mean by those descriptions; the rail-train was a big old fashioned steam locomotive, pulling lots of passenger carriages, as well as freight trucks along steel rails. But a land-train is like a massive lorry that runs along the dirt roads, pulling about three or four big trailers, which would normally be used to carry the ore from the mine. But now as the train heads back to the mine, it is the method of transport used to travel to these remote parts.
My story really starts whilst on the rail train travelling to this drop-off point. Iâm sitting in this compartment with one man, and a mother with two children, a boy of around six, and a girl of about sixteen. Weâd hardly got underway before the woman said as she looked across to me,âPom eh?ââErr yes. Iâm over here to work as a childrenâs nanny.ââDidnât they give you any advice on what to wear?ââWear? Why, Iâm not dressed inappropriately am I?â
I was wearing a pair of slacks (the ladies version of trousers, this was before Jeans had started to be worn by girls), and a sort of tennis blouse, and I definitely didnât think that was too sexy.âThat depends where youâre actually going to, but this train doesnât go anywhere, that the stuff youâve got on would be right for.ââIâm sorry, but I donât know what you mean, Iâm not showing any leg, or even anything else for that matter.â
âLook my dear, out here, men are men, and there ainât many women, but the ones that are here fall into two groups. Youâre either looked on as a whore or youâre treated with respect like one of the family. So I guess you looking after children will want to be thought of as a family girl, respectable that is. Well dressed in pants, unless you can shear sheep, swear, and fight as good as a man, youâre gonnaâ get one hell of a hard time. Theyâll reduce you to tears, and youâll be catching the next train home.â
âSo you think I should wear a dress or skirt?ââDepends on what kind of dresses you've got?ââIâve got some in my case, but I can hardly open that now, you know, with that man sitting there.ââDonât you mind me missy, I wonât take no notice of what youâve got in your case.ââAw pay him no mind, these Ausi men are like kittens when their on there own, itâs only when they get together in groups, that they can become a menace. You get your case down, and letâs take a look at what youâve got.â
I lifted my case down from off the rack above our heads, and placed it on the space on the seat next to the man.âSee, thatâs the first thing youâll notice. If youâd have been in a frock, the second you stood up, youâd have seen the men coming in from miles around to lift that case down for you.ââWell in that case Iâm glad Iâm wearing slacks.ââYes, I guess you could be right, it can sometimes be more trouble than its worth, but never-the-less, it just shows the difference what you wear makes to how youâre treated.â
âBut if thatâs all this is about, Iâm used to doing my own lifting and carrying.ââNo my dear, that is just the niceties, youâll find a lot of men will be very rude and even aggressive towards you.ââWhatâs she expect? Fucking lesbian!âThat was the man sitting opposite, he only mumbled it quietly, but we all heard him.âHey you! Watch that foul mouth of yours, Iâve got youngâuns in here.ââWell, whatâs she expect? There ainât enough of it to go around out here in the outback, and when you get some silly bitch whose got all the goods, and donât know what sex she is; itâs a sin against god, so help me.
âThatâs as maybe, but thereâs no need for bad language.ââIâm sorry for my tongue lady, but I bet that there youngâun of yours knows what sheâs a sitting on!âAnd with that heâd nodded towards the young girl. She didnât blush or appear to be phased by this crude remark, on the contrary, Iâm sure she actually eased her legs wider apart, and edged the hem of her dress just a little higher.âMy Doris has been brought-up right, and Iâm sure when her time comes, sheâll do her duty and make someone a good wife. But donât you go assuming this here girl is any less a woman, just cosâ sheâs wearing pants.â
Then turning towards me,âSee what I mean? And as I told you, on their own theyâre like little kittens. But you get a bunch of them together, and thereâs no telling what theyâll do to you. You have to be more careful out here see. The coppers (police) are few and far between, and when you do find one, itâll be a man, and heâll have the same attitude.ââBut why would he think Iâm a lesbian?ââLook heâs a man, theyâve only got a few brain cells, and theyâre concentrating on where his next drink is coming from.â
âBe careful, heâll hear you.ââSo what, heâs no match for me while heâs on his own. Anyway girl, lets see what youâve got that would be suitable for you to wear while your travelling.âWith that she started rummaging through the clothes in my case, the man opposite was taking an interest, and I guess trying to get a look at the underwear being lifted out onto the seat.
The lady asked me where exactly I was travelling to, and when I told her, she looked very concerned. She gave me some very stern warnings about not venturing out of the confines of the house I was working in without an escort of some kind. She explained that women were even rarer in that part of the country than they are in the sheep rearing area where she comes from. She also said there are more whores in that part of the country than respectable women.
âYou see the mining companies ship them out on a rota basis to keep the miners from returning back to civilisation, in case they realise what theyâre missing, and donât come back to the mine. So what ever we do, although we want the men to know youâre a girl, we donât want you looking cheap, or youâll have even more trouble.â
Then suddenly a look of horror came to her face.âIf youâre going out to the Jennywren mine. That means youâll be getting off this train at Arnoldâs crossing to catch the land train?ââYes. Why is that a problem?ââMy god girl, who made your travel arrangements?ââIt was all sorted by my aunt who lives in Melbourne.ââWell either she lives with her head in the sand, or she doesnât like you very much.â
âBut whatâs wrong, I donât understand?ââWell she should have told you about what clothes to wear, or more to the point, what not to wear. But letting you come out here on your own, especially having to make a stop at that hell hole. Iâd stop over with you myself until the road train comes, but that would mean me and the youngâuns having an overnight stay there, and I honestly wouldnât want to risk that with a girl of her age.ââWhat is it youâre so worried about?â
âThere are lots of stories going around about things that have happened to women whoâve had to make stopovers there. Oh, nothings ever gone to court or been proven, but all the same, thereâs no smoke with out fire.ââBut my aunty showed me, itâs a recognised changeover point, where the railroad crosses the land train route. It got a separate ladies waiting room with its own toilet facilities and everything.ââMaybe youâre right, Iâve never even got out there all the times weâve gone past. It just doesnât have a good reputation.â
Then she turned to the man opposite,âWhere are you headed for?ââSame place as the little lesbian.ââSo youâll be getting off with her.ââGuess so.ââWell how about you do something good for once in your no good life? Maybe then god will smile on you, and you might just make-up for being a waster.ââWho are you calling a waster?ââWell thereâs only you here, so I guess I must mean you.â
âSo why should I want to do something to please you?âThen she turned to me, and spoke quietly, but I guess the man could still hear her.âLook girl, Iâd feel a lot happier if we could get this fella to maybe make believe youâre his daughter.ââHis daughter?ââWell daughter, niece, anyone that might make the men think youâve got someone to protect you.ââWell yes, I see, but whatâs the chance of him agreeing? Or even if he does agree, whoâs to say heâll keep his word?â
âShe's right Mrs Bossy boots, why the hell would I agree to tuck her under my wing?ââWell Iâm thinking maybe youâd like to see her dressed in just her panties and bra?âThe man about swallowed his tongue, and I was more than a bit shaken by her remark. She turned back to me, and spoke quietly again.âYouâve got to get changed into a frock before you get out of the train, so he's gonna get a look whether you want him to or not. If you make a deal, letting him see you getting changed, in exchange for him looking after you, that's a small price to pay.â
I replied, whispering in her ear.âBut my knickers are only little ones made of see-through material, and my bra is only a half cup.ââWell letting him get a close-up look has got to be better than what might otherwise happen to you if the men at the hell hole think youâre on your own.ââWell I guess so.â
âRight have you stopped catching flies in your mouth yet?ââWhat you on about?ââI bet you heard what she just told me?ââNo, whatâs that then?ââOnce she takes that blouse off, her titties will be showing over the top of her brassier. And when she takes her pants down, she only got tiny see-through knickers on, so youâll get a real eyeful. So if she gets changed now, in front of you, will you agree to kid-on sheâs your kin?â
âI donât see why I should, as youâve just told her, sheâs got to get changed before she gets out of this train. And she ainât climbing onto the roof to do it, so I guess Iâll get to see her goodies without agreeing to anything.âThe lady flew from her seat, across the carriage, and grabbed the man firmly between his legs.âLook you no good bastard, Iâll rip your balls off and then poke your eyes out if you donât.â
The man looked terrified, she taken all of us by surprise, and he also looked in more than a little discomfort.âLighten up misses. I was only larking about. Of course Iâll look after the girl.âThe woman let go of him and returned to her seat.âOk, you make sure you do. Ok girl, you might as well get it over with. Then youâll be ready for when the train stops.â
Sheâd sorted out a dress that was as she said reasonable, she said it was a bit on the short side, but it would do. Iâd thought it was far too long and really old fashioned. The only reason Iâd got it was my aunty had bought it for me as a present. It was gingham material, short sleeves, with big puffed-up shoulders. It pulled in tight at the waist, and then was fully flared, and meant to be worn with layers of net underskirt, to make it flounce right out. I was going to wear it now without the big full underskirt, so it didnât look too revealing when I sat down.
So now with this man looking on intently, and her young son doing the same, I undid the buttons on my blouse, and removed it, revealing my nipples which were proudly peeping over the top of my half cut bra. Then I picked up my dress and was about to pull it over my head.âHey! Hold-up there! I was promised a look at your knickers.âAs I pulled my dress down over my head, covering up my breasts, and letting it fall down, the lady took me totally by surprise with her reply.âDonât get panicky, she promised you a look, so I guess once sheâs got her pants off, youâll get your chance.â
Now Iâd thought that dropping my dress over my head before Iâd lowered my slacks, had allowed me to get changed without him seeing my knickers. But she was giving him the impression; Iâd give him a show once my slacks were off. Anyway, regardless of what was to come, I pulled down my slacks, straightened my dress and put on a belt around my waist. Then I put my slacks and blouse back in my case, and was about to lift it back up onto the overhead rack.
âHere, let me do that for you, you get yourself sat back down.âThis was the man whoâd just sat there watching me struggle to lift it down without even stirring from his seat.âSee? What did I tell you, now youâre in a frock, their attitude is totally different.âI sat myself back down and the man lifted my case up for me, but once heâd got it safely on the rack, instead of returning to his seat, he dropped to his knees in the middle of the compartment, directly in front of me.
Then as he looked directly up to my face.âAre you ready then girl?ââW What are you going to do?ââYou promised me a look. So Iâm just gonna lift up your frock, and see just what youâve got under there.âI looked across to the woman to see if I was going to get any kind of support or help in keeping him out, but as our eyes met, she just said.âWell you did agree, and so long as he keeps his hands to himself, itâll be worth it to get his protection while youâre waiting at the cross-roads.â
So it was obvious she thought this man had a right to look up my skirt. Well by now heâd lifted the hem of my dress right up to the tops of my legs, and heâd just put his hands on my knees.âHey, I thought you werenât going to touch me?ââDonât get so worried, Iâm just opening your legs, so I can get a look at it.ââWell if youâre gonna spread her open, Iâd be obliged if youâd pull her frock back down over your head. I think this young lad of mine is taking too much of an unhealthy interest in what youâre a doing down there.â
His hands were so powerful, that he effortlessly opened my legs wide even with me using all my strength to try to stop him.âBut I never agreed to let you open my legs.âAlthough heâd taken his hands off my knees, heâd moved himself right up close in between my legs, so closing them was now impossible. The woman wasnât concerned about what he was now getting up to, but she did lean forward, and pull the hem of my dress back down over the mans head. He had now got his left elbow against my right inner thigh, his right hand on my left, and he was holding my legs spread wide open. Whilst at the same time his left hand was pulling at the seam of the gusset of my knickers.
Now these knickers were see-through, and skimpy enough, which having him this close with my legs this wide was bad enough. But he was now uncovering my pussy completely! I struggled wriggling about violently and began to protest.âHey pack it in! Donât touch my knickers.âHe just lifted his head up from under my dress, the hem slid back to the tops of my legs again. Then as his face drew level with mine he gave me a look as black as thunder.âLook here you silly English bitch, if you donât sit still and let me have whatâs owed to me, then you can look after yourself when we get to Arnoldâs shack.â
Then to my surprise, the woman chipped in.âHeâs right my dear. I know itâs a bit embarrassing, but youâll be better off letting him get a good eyeful, than getting to that place, and being gang raped.ââGang raped? Surely it canât be that bad there?ââI told you, itâs not a place Iâd like to stop off at. The stories Iâve heard donât bear repeating.â
âWell ok, Iâll let you look, but keep your hands off.âStill sitting up and looking me in the face.âDonât you go trying to give orders; otherwise Iâll up the anti. In fact for your bloody cheek, I think Iâll have a chew on one of them titties of yours.ââOh no please donât.ââOpen the front of your dress.ââPlease no.ââDonât make me tell you again; otherwise Iâll make you go further.ââJust do it love; otherwise I can see him going all the way on you.â
I reluctantly began to undue the buttons at my neck that went all the way down the front of my dress. Once I was just below my bust, he reached up and moved my dress to one side, uncovering one of my nipples that were peeking over the top of my half cut bra. He leaned forwards, and his mouth opened. God! The shudder that went through my body as his rough dry lips rasped against my soft tender flesh.
Once heâd made contact, he began to make himself at home, sucking from one to the other and back again.
My body now was all aflame, somehow, this being a total stranger, made a simple nipple suck into a major turn-on. Even my pussy was beginning to throb, and as I sat there still with legs wide open, I felt myself sort of reclining back into the seat and sliding down and forwards. Then as my open crotch came into contact with him kneeling in front of me, I felt what I recognised as his hard cock trying to burst its way out of his pants. Although there was the material of his trousers and my knickers keeping his dick from my pussy, the second Iâd slid into contact with him, he gave a pelvic thrust, which sent such a magnificent shudder through my body.
My reaction was so obvious, he couldnât help noticing, and he turned to face the woman and said.âSorry misses, but youâll have to get your youngâuns to look out the window or something. This here bitch is too far gone, Iâm gonna have to give her a good seeing to, otherwise sheâll be dropping her knickers for the first bloke that touches her.ââI can see youâre right, Iâd never have guessed she was so much on heat. You just get on and do what you gotta do; I guess theyâve seen the ram on the farm.â
There was no sign of anyone getting my opinion; I was just the one he was thinking of fucking! He just turned back to me, placed his hands on the tops of my arms and turned me sideways on the seat, and lowered me back into a lying down position. As he did so the womanâs daughter had to get up and sit by her mom. Then his hands went straight to my knickers, which he pulled down and off my legs. And I made no attempt to stop him. Once my knickers were gone, he lifted my legs high and wide, spreading my pussy for all to see, and the young lad was straining his neck to get a good look.
Then as I looked down to where the man was now stood in the middle of the compartment, he was stood there as unconcerned as you like, dropping his pants to the floor and handling his already hard dick. Now I guess this wasnât a monster, but as Iâd only been fucked three times before, by two different boys, to me this looked pretty big. Now it was the turn of the ladyâs daughter to strain her neck, this time to see the manâs dick, and the lady herself was keeping an eye on it as well.
There was nobody holding me, but I kept my legs in the position heâd put them in, high in the air. Now he was approaching, my pussy re-commenced the throbbing, and my tummy felt like it was full of butterflies. As his dick touched the lips of my pussy, I gave an instinctive thrust, without being conscious of meaning to. But meant or not, it served the purpose, pushing his dick deep up my pussy. Then I felt him lunge forwards, and he was hard up against my crotch with his crotch, the dick fully up inside me. So big or not, Iâd taken it all without any problem.
For the next few minutes, the other people around might just as well not have been there, because the only thing on my mind was this fucking I was getting. Or do I mean giving? Because I was definitely not a passenger in this little bit of action. Once my pussy had felt his dick, it took over all my bodily actions, using my hips to drive itself hard onto each on coming thrust of the mighty shaft. And with each penetration, a ripple of sensation shot up my body as he stretched his way inside my tummy. As I said, Iâm not very experienced in sex, and this fuck, whether because he was so good, or I really needed it or just the situation, whatever the reason, I donât know, but god was he driving me wild.
As he rammed hard with his hips, his hands were roughly gripping and pulling at my tits, while his mouth was slobbering wet kisses all over. Going from my lips and neck and down to my nipples, where heâd almost bite the ends off them! But although if youâd asked me ten minutes ago if Iâd like this rough looking miner to do this kind of thing to me, Iâd have told you where to go, now he was actually doing it to me, I couldnât get enough. And even though I couldnât understand it, the rougher he was the more I wanted him to do it. Well as his actions brought my bodily sensation to a crescendo, I mush have been bringing his dick to its climax as well, because just when I thought my pussy would explode with pleasure, he rammed me with what I recognised as his first cum shot.
As he bashed hard into my crotch, jerking his sticky cum deep in my tummy, my pussy contracted, and my whole body gave a violent shudder. It was as though my pussy was grabbing hold of his dick and wringing the cum from his shaft. I know he pumped a few more shots up inside me, but that is all I know, as I sort of lost consciousness. Well I guess I was conscious, but not in control, like I was in a trance. My whole being was alive with sensation, right from my toes to my head, and I just lay there feeling the waves going up and down my body.
âHere, youâd better get yourself cleaned up; weâll be in Alice Springs in about ten minutes. And I wouldnât be surprised if we donât pick up a few more miners for the last stint.âThis was the woman, who was handing me a towel to wipe myself down with. In reality, what I really needed was a shower or bath. Especially being in this compartment, in this Australian sun! I know its not lady like to mention it, but even with the windows open, the smell in this compartment was a dead give-away as to what had just taken place. And I knew, wiping myself down with a towel, and putting my knickers back on, was not going to change that fact!
So when the train slowed down as we arrived at Alice Springs, I just sat there trying to look as innocent as possible. Suddenly the head of the guard appeared in the open window of the door, and as he waved his hand to direct people towards where he stood.âRoom for five more in this one.âAnd then he turned and carried on to the next compartment. While we waited to see who our new travelling companions would be, but knowing that more people were likely to arrive, the woman had got her son sitting on one side of her, and her daughter the other. The man who Iâd just had sex with was sat on the opposite side to her next to the far window, and I was on the same side as him, but in the middle.
We didnât have long to wait, before the door flew open,âAbout bloody time!âAnd then a big round kit bag was thrown into the middle of the carriage, followed by a very big man.âSorry misses. I didnât see you sitting there; it didnât catch you I hope?ââNo, you're ok lad. But Iâll thank-you to mind your language; Iâve got kids in here.âThe next minute or so was taken up with four more men following him into this compartment, and they all threw there bags up onto the overhead racking, and got themselves seated.
So now we had ten of us in the carriage, two men had sat on the same side as the woman, one next to her daughter. And Iâd moved closer to the man whoâd just fucked me, and as the three other men joined us on this seat, Iâd been pushed tightly in contact with him. These men all being big, meant it was quite a squeeze, and the close contact did nothing to help the sweaty situation.
But worse than that, now the train was stationary, there was little or no draught to disperse the smell of sex! It only took a minute or two before one of the men began to sniff the air in a very visual manner. Within seconds, all the men that had just got in, joined him, and they were giving the woman knowing looks.âCome-on then misses, are you gonna tell us whatâs been going on?â
She obviously didnât want them thinking she was the one who was responsible for the smell, but I donât think she really wanted to say anything to make it more difficult for me. But Iâm not sure her answer really had them convinced.âBloody kids and there stink bombs. Iâve told him Iâll get his dad to take a switch to his arse when I get him home.âNow I know you might not think the smell of cum and dripping pussy is the most pleasant in the world, but how you can compare it to a stink bomb I donât know. But it did throw them off the scent (excuse the pun) for a little while.
The train started moving, and the draught blowing through the open windows did help to take their minds off the subject. Then I noticed the man sitting next to her daughter was easing the flared hem of her dress from in between their two legs. I looked across at the woman, but from where she was sitting the other side of her daughter, there was no way sheâd be able to see what he was doing. Now heâd got some material free, he was able to slide his left hand across under her dress from the side, not exactly without anyone knowing, but it wouldnât be visible to her mom.
Now Iâd been checking from the mother to the daughter to see if I could sense any reactions, and I was convinced the girl knew the man was up to something, but she made no attempt to stop him, or let on to her mom. Neither did she look at the man; instead she had a kind of false 'looking unconcerned' out of the window look. But then as the manâs hand must have made contact with her flesh for the first time, I detected a slight intake of breath, and more to the point, so did her mom.
âWhatâs wrong?âShe said turning to look her daughter in the face.âNothing.ââWell sit-up straight, and less of those silly noises.âThe girl shuffled herself back up the seat, and Iâm sure the man used this shuffling to enable the progress of his hand, because when the girl stopped her shuffling, his arm was now covered up to his elbow by her dress. And even though I canât be sure how high heâd got, Iâm sure the looks on the girls face were down to his fingers sending shivers through her body.
I did wonder if the man next to me might try the same thing, but then I realised that he wouldnât dare try it, as the woman would be sure to see him, like I could see what was happening to the girl. Then the man, who had his hand under the girl's dress, took me totally by surprise. Youâd have thought he wouldnât want to attract the womanâs attention, well not while his hand was under there.âExcuse me misses. I can see weâre taking up all the room on this here seat. If youâre getting to cramped there, I can always sit your youngâun here up on my knee?â
âNo thanks, weâre ok.ââIâm not ma. My legs going dead squashed against this door.âThat was her son complaining.âWell maybe the gentleman would let you go and sit over there on his knee?âShe replied, turning her head towards the man, and looking for a reply. The man's reaction was classic, he obviously didnât want a six year old boy on his knee, but before he answered, the boy came back with.âI donât want to sit over there; I want to sit by the window. Why canât she sit on his knee?âHe was looking at his sister.
The girl was already sliding from her seat, to a standing position.âIts ok mom, if itâll stop him whingeing, I donât mind.ââWell ok then, but donât start shuffling about, youâll make the gentleman too hot."Then she said appreciatively to the man."Thank you for that, it will be more comfortable not being so crushed together.â
The man pulled the girl back onto his knee, and positioned her sitting sideways with her back to her mom. He had one arm innocently around her back, supporting her, but his other hand just slid straight up under her dress. Within seconds she was easing her legs open, and I just assumed it was to give him access. I donât know if her watching me getting fucked had got her aroused, but she was obviously enjoying the manipulation of this mans fingers, and having difficulty keeping her movements from attracting her momâs attention.
Then the man next to me, who must have been getting very jealous, asked the man sitting the other side of me.âExcuse me mister, is this your daughter?âHe was nodding towards me.âNo way blue, Iâm on my way to the Jennywren mine, same as you.âSo Iâd let this man fuck me, just to get his protection, and when the first man asks him, he just chucks me to the wolves. Both the woman and I gave him a really dirty look, but we knew there was nothing we could do.
âSo youâre travelling on your own then missy?ââYes, Iâm also going to the Jennywren, but Iâm going to work as a nanny for the mine owner.âI said, thinking maybe if they know I'm employed by their boss, they'll treat me with a little respect.âThatâll be nice for you. Look, itâs just as cramped over this side as it was for them over there. How about I sit you on my knee to make some more room?âNow I didnât want any more things to kick-off, but he was right, it was cramped, and I thought with the woman the other side, he wouldnât start anything in case she saw him.
So without answering, I got to my feet, and as soon as the remaining four men had shuffled themselves about to sort out the space available, this man took hold of my waist, and pulled me up onto his knee. But it didn't stop there, the other two men alongside him both reached for my legs, pulling them up onto their knees. So now Iâm sort of sat sideways, with my legs facing to the opposite side of the compartment to where the woman was seated.
This didnât give the men licence to do exactly as they pleased, but they were able to gradually manoeuvre their hands under my legs. This was something they had to achieve slowly because if they just pushed their hands under me, the woman would see them. So over the next fifteen minutes or so, the three men, that is the one I was sitting on, and the two whoâd got my legs across their knees, were all shifting their hands trying to get a feel under my dress.
The one at the extreme end, nearest the window, was too far away to reach higher than just above my knee. That is without leaning forwards which would have made it obvious. The man next to him however left one of his hands innocently on top of the outside of my dress, resting lightly above my knee. But heâd gradually slid his other hand under one of my legs, and pushed it up the valley between them. But even his reach was just a few inches short of reaching my gusset.
The man whose knee I was actually sitting on had one hand supporting my back, and the other heâd tried to force under my leg to reach my pussy. But after trying for over ten minutes, heâd given that up as he have had to actually lift me to gain access, and that would have made his progress obvious. So now he was trying the easier route like the man opposite, over the top of my leg, but under my dress. This route only required my legs to be parted to give him access, but being on top of my legs, there was potentially more chance the woman would see his hand moving my dress.
So as I say, Iâm sitting here, with one hand rubbing all around the inside of both my knees. Another man has his hand on my inner thigh, within a dicks length from my pussy. And now this man's hand is slowly but surely slithering its way over the top of my upper leg, and his fingers are probing into my crotch. Iâm sort of squeezing my legs together, not expecting to be able to stop any of them, but not wanting to make their progress any easier.
I consider saying something, and making a fuss, but then I decide not to, thinking maybe if it comes to a head, the woman canât actually stop them, and once they push the point, maybe theyâll just go all the way like the previous man did. My head was full of all kinds of ideas buzzing around. Could I report the previous man for rape? No, the woman would say Iâd agreed to him fucking me. Well these men wouldnât surely dare rape me here with her present? But then again, out here with no witnesses, maybe they would, and the young girl might get raped as well! But mind you, looking at the way sheâs enjoying that fingering, Iâm sure sheâd love to be raped.
Oh god! Heâs reached it! All my leg squeezing has made no difference, heâs got one of his fingers into the side of my gusset, and heâs rubbing along my pussy slit. Oh shit! God that feels good. Iâve got to stop him somehow; otherwise I know Iâll soon be lifting my legs open. Ohhhhhh Godddddd. My pussy is throbbing, what can I do to stop them?
âErr excuse me.âI call across to the woman. The finger stops instantly. She was almost dosing, and she lifts her head and looks across.âYes dear what is it?ââI was just wondering how long you think it will be before we arrive at the cross roads?âAll the hands were now perfectly still, and this was allowing my pussy to calm down slightly.âIâd guess about another fifteen or twenty minutes.ââOh in that case, I could do with getting my case down, and sorting out my travel instructions.â
Then I looked to the men whose knees my legs were across.âDo you think you could put my feet back down now please?âIf looks could kill, the looks these three men were giving me would certainly have struck me down dead! But reluctantly they lowered my feet to the floor. Then I shuffled forwards off his knee, and stood up. But as I reached up to the rack, the man whose knee Iâd been sitting on, sprang to his feet, and stood up behind me.
He pushed his erection hard into the crevice of my bottom, as he reached around and above my arms to lift the case down for me.âHere you are little missy, Iâll get that for you.âThen in a very quiet whisper directly into my ear so that only I could hear him.âHow would you like to try this little beauty for size?âBut it wasnât only his dick pushing into my bottom that Iâd got to worry about, he was pushing me forwards into one of the other men who were still seated.
And both of these men whoâd been supporting my legs, and trying desperately to get a feel were now in a blind spot from the woman, hidden by me and the man standing directly behind me. Well neither of them wasted any time; they were both pushing their hands up under my dress, and trying to get into my knickers! The man who was lifting my case was taking forever about getting it down, and in doing so preventing me from reaching it. Then as one of the men's fingers made contact with the flesh of my pussy, I pushed my bottom back as hard as I could, even though I knew I was pressing onto his dick, and I lunged backwards with my elbows into his ribs.
I donât think it affected him more than a fly landing on his wrist, but the woman obviously realised I was having a struggle.âHey! You great brute! Back off the little girl and give her some breathing room. Can't you see youâre crushing her?ââAnd who says so?âHe snarled as he turned his head.âI say so, and if you donât back off, youâll be wearing steel shackles on your legs when we get to Cross Roads.âThe big man pulled away from me, and lifted my case down, mumbling to himself, but so we could all hear.âWas only bloody trying to bloody help, I never even touched her.â
As soon as his weight was off me, I was able to pull away from the intrusive fingers, and as the big man sat back down with my case on his knee, I opened it up just a few inches while I pretended to rummage around looking for something. This wasnât the most comfortable position to be in, stood in the middle, with the train jostling me from side to side, but it was better than getting myself into a position where I was helpless to defend myself.
Talking of which, a look back to the young girl gave me the impression she was well gone, probably having more orgasms in the last hour than sheâs ever had in her life. And her mom sat next to her, completely oblivious, or was she?âWhat the bloody hell are you looking for?âAsked the man whose knee the case was on.âIt just a little packet with my travel arrangements.âHe pulled on the lid of the case.âWell open it up properly, and Iâll help you look.â
I didnât want him or any of the others rummaging around in my underwear whether I was wearing it or not! So I pulled hard to get the case closed, but he was far too strong.âPlease donât. I donât like you looking in my case.âSurprisingly, he let the lid fall back, with only a sarky comment.âYouâd think sheâd got the bloody crown jewels in there or something.â
I thought maybe it was about time I actually found my little travel pack, and maybe I could busy myself with reading something in there, until we arrived. I pulled out a little plastic wallet containing all my paperwork, and fastened down the lid. I half turned to pass the wallet to the woman, so she could hold it while I lifted my case back.âExcuse me, could you just hold this for me while IâŠâBut I didnât get chance to finish my sentence before the man had stood back up again saying as he did so.âIts ok missy, Iâll lift that for you.â
Then in a soft whisper.âI knew youâd want another feel of my dick parting your little bottom.âI was once again wedged in between his dick, and the roaming hands of the two seated men. But this time, I didnât wait until theyâd actually got their hands roaming.âHey! Youâre squashing me; let me move out before you lift it.âAnd as if to reinforce it, the woman chipped in.
âIâve got my eye on you scoundrels; now give the girl some room.â
So without any protest, I was allowed to move to one side while he placed my case up onto the racking. Heâd no sooner got seated before the train began to slow down. But this wasn't the laboured slowing-down like when it climbs a long incline, but the clunking of carriages crashing into the ones in front as the engine begins to brake. We must be pulling into the drop-off point. I breathed a sigh of relief, knowing Iâd made it without the men actually getting into my knickers. Well not enough to get me really out of control.
So now as the train pulled to a standstill, the men began to get their bags down from the racking, and one by one they just slung their bags out onto the dirt, and clambered down to pick them up. There was no platform, and the carriages had little or no step to aid either entry or exit, but the men all managed to stride their way down. I got to the doorway, and the five men whoâd been the last to join our compartment, were waiting in the blazing hot sun. They were stood in a semi-circle around the open door-way, to either aid my decent, or just take advantage of me being in a difficult situation. But the man whoâd fucked me earlier, had disappeared into the only building that was to be seen.
I stood there looking at the distance I had to drop, and even if I'd have still had my slacks on, Iâd have had difficulty in managing to get down that distance. I knew the only way possible was to turn around, stepping out backwards, and holding onto the sides of the door opening. But for this Iâd need both hands, so I dropped my case on the compartment floor.âWill you pass this out to me please, when Iâve reached the ground?ââCourse I will love. Now you take care.â
I turned and began to climb down; the first step onto the doors edge was only short. The next step was totally different, and my foot worked its way lower and lower feeling for some kind of foothold to take my weight. But my first leg was now bent double with my knee up by my bust, so Iâd got as low as I could get, and my foot had not found anything to step onto. There was no way I could get into a position to be able to look to see where the nearest foothold might be. Then I heard the voice of the big man whose knee Iâd been sitting on.
âWant a helping hand missy?âI knew where heâd put his so called helping hand, but in reality, I couldnât see I had much choice.âPlease, but be careful where you put your hand.âHe was careful alright. He carefully reached under my dress, up in between my legs, slipped his fingers into the side of my gusset, and began to stroke along my slit. I guess the look on my face must have alerted the woman to me being in trouble, because as he took his time fingering my pussy, and I felt the throbbing coming on, she appeared at the window.
âCanât you bloody animals wait until youâve at least got her inside out of the sun? Youâve got her hanging up here like a piece of meat in a slaughter house, and all you can think of is abusing her. For gods sake man, surely just getting your hand wrapped around it and having a quick feel would be enough to be going on with.âSuddenly his hand slipped all the way under me, and he gripped my whole crotch as he lifted me from the carriage to the ground, saying as he did.âCome on lads, the sooner that bloody train takes the nagging old witch away the sooner weâll get some cunt.â
As my feet touched the ground I reached back into the carriage to retrieve my case, with his hand still wrapped around my crotch. Then as I stepped back away from the train, I opened my legs, and put my one free arm behind me, taking hold of his wrist.âOk, youâve helped me down, and Iâm grateful for your help, but I think thatâs enough now.âHe surprisingly let me pull his hand out, as I know if heâd wanted to, I would have been unable to force him. I turned around, gave him a smile.âThank you. Now can you show me where the ladies waiting room is? My travel leaflet says there is a ladies only section.â
He lifted his hand pointing to a door at the opposite end of the big long wooden building.âThank you. And donât worry, I not going to report any of you for what you did to me on the train, Iâll just put it down to experience, and try to make sure it doesnât happen again. Bye for now.âAll I wanted to do now was to get out of this blazing sun; they say you can only survive out here for about two hours unless youâre in the shade. I trudged my way slowly towards the far end of the building, Iâd thought it only sensible to leave those men on good terms, getting their backs-up would have served no purpose, and you never know when you might need their assistance.
All the time as I walked towards the door, the men making their way from the train were either making crude remarks, or remarks I couldnât understand.âAre you going to join the other sheep?ââIf sheâs a jumbuck, then I think Iâll give-up mining and crack-on sheep shearing.ââCome-on Sheila, get your knickers off and join us for an ice cold tinny.ââYou donât wanna be lugging that bag all the way up there lovey, youâll only have to drag it all the way back.â
Then the whistle blew, and off chugged the train, and within minutes it was way out of site. Most of the men were also out of site, theyâd gone into the door the other end of the building. I looked all around me, and there was nothing! Not a tree, bush or building of any sort. The rail track disappeared away going to the north, and the same again to the south. The road such as it was stretched to the west and east, but it was just a set of ruts where the tyres had worn the dirt. The sun was high in the sky, and cast no more than a few inches of shade to any side of the building.
The door at last! I put my hand on the rough latch that secured it, and lifted.âBARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR BARR.âI slammed the door back shut. No it couldnât be. I slowly opened the door again, but this time just a few inches. How the hell. What the hell. Oh god, this place is hell.
The whole room, no it wasnât a room, the whole shed was packed solid with sheep. What space there was above the sheep was alive with flies; all the flies in the world must have been in there. And the floor was deep in sheep manure. The smell! The noise! Surely this couldn't be the ladies waiting room? But thatâs what the sign said above the door. âLadies Only Waiting Roomâ
My heart sank; I turned slowly, and made my way back towards the other door. As I trudged my way along, the heat of the sun was now really getting to me. I opened the door, and the noise of laughter and general garbled talking just faded away to a silence, with all eyes trained on me. To my left was the bar, running the full length of the end wall which was at least thirty feet long. The main part of the room was full of men seated at tables. But there was an area about ten feet wide stretching all the way across in front of the bar, where more men were just standing drinking.
âOk love, close the door behind you, and put your case down.âThis was a man who looked like he was maybe in control, heâd just come out of a hatch heâd opened in the bar. As he walked towards me he continued.âRight little missy, Iâm Arnold, and this is my place, I own everything for fifty square miles around here. So that means I make the laws in these parts. Get the picture?ââWell yes I think so.ââWell there ainât many laws out here, but thereâs one that never gets broken. Do you know what that is?ââI donât know, not fighting?â
âHa ha .................ââHA HA ................âHe began to laugh, and the whole place joined in with him. Then he raised his hands, and silence fell once again.âNo missy, even if I made that a law, Iâd have gods own job a keeping that one enforced. Look behind you at our trophy board, tell me what it says.âI looked at the wall heâd nodded towards, and sure enough there was a very big board. With rows of ladies knickers pinned to it, and under each pair was a name. It also had in big letters across the top, âHouse Rulesâ âNo ladies allowed on these premisesâ âAll Sheliaâsâ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stayâ
I stood there open mouthed, and at a loss for words.âCanât you read?ââYes.ââWell whatâs it say?âI slowly and quietly read the notice out aloud.âHouse Rules. No ladies allowed on these premises. All Sheliaâsâ MUST remove their knickers before being allowed to stay.ââSo little missy, youâve got a decision to make. Are you a lady? In which case you can drag that case of yours all the way back down the other end of the building, and wait with the other ladies.âI butted in, using my most indignant voice.âWHAT other ladies?â
âHold your bloody horses there missy, I havenât finished yet. And donât you go slagging off my jumbucks, every one of them is female, and I recon most are more lady like than the Sheilaâs around here. Now youâve made me loose my train of thought. Ah yes that was it. You have to decide if you want to join them sheep of mine, or maybe youâd rather stop down here in the bar, and have a nice cold beer with us lads?ââBut would that mean Iâd have to take my knickers off?ââCourse it would, only ladies object to taking their knickers down for the lads, and as you know, ladies ainât allowed in here, only common Sheilaâs in my bar.â
âPlease, I couldnât wait up there with the sheep, they frighten me.ââSo, letâs see you drop your knickers.ââPlease, surely you wouldnât make me?ââThe law is the law, and I canât change it just for you. So now you know the alternatives. Wait with the sheep, fry in the sun, or stop here, drop them little knickers down, have a cold beer and maybe some fun.â âBut you wouldnât make me go out their in the sun?ââI think you know the answer to that.â
I didnât reply, but stood there not knowing what to say.âRight, now I guess youâve seen the Clint Eastwood Westerns?ââYes. Why?âI replied thinking of the one where he drags a woman into a barn and rapes her.
âIâm going to open this little musical box up, and put it on the table. Youâll have until the music stops, and the little ballerinaâs arm drops to make up your mind. If you are still in here with your knickers on when that happens, weâll get you on the table, and remove them for you. Is that clear?â
He turned the key in the bottom of the box.âClick click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click click click, click click.âThen he placed it on the edge of the nearest table, he lifted the lid open, and the little ballerina popped up and began to dance to the simple quiet tune. The place was eerily silent; you could have heard a pin drop. All eyes were on me, and I stood petrified.
The music had started as these boxes do, with the plinkty plonking sounds going at full speed, then I suddenly came to my senses as I realised it was slowing down! I now had only seconds to decide. But there was really no choice. There was absolutely no way I could wait in that shed with the sheep, apart from the flies, smell and noise, I was actually scared of them. The wait for the land train would be anywhere from half-an-hour up-to three hours, so going out into the sun was also not an option. Jesus! The box is about to stop!
I rapidly put my hands behind me, up under my dress and started pulling my knickers down. As soon as my hands went behind my back, the silence was broken by a chorus of rough male voices chanting.âOff off...âNow this is the weirdest thing you can imagine, there has to be at least fifty men in here, and only one girl, and Iâm being literally forced into removing my knickers. So, with my heart pounding in my chest, and feeling so scared; why now these men have started behaving like animals, am I getting excited? Yes I mean sexually excited.
As I lower my knickers below the hem of my dress, and the men can now see them, their chanting is getting wilder. I step out of them, and Arnold is stood there with his arm outstretched ready to take them. As he does so, his first action is as you might expect, to put them to his nose. But as he is doing this he obviously must have taken a quick look at the inside of the gusset, and realised what the sticky moistness was caused by. He suddenly held his hand high in the air; palm face out with fingers outstretched and waved it around to the chanting audience.âHOLD UP THERE BLUE. QUIET LETS HAVE SOME SHUSH LADS.â
Gradually the chanting died out, and a semi-silence descended.âListen up lads. It looks like the little missy has some explaining to do. Sheâs bin a cottoning on sheâs a lady, and trying to make us all feel sorry for her, when these here knickers are telling me a different story. So little missy how come your knickers are full of cum?âBy now, the feeling I was getting of sexual excitement had gone, replaced by pure embarrassment. I know I must have been bright red, my cheeks were burning, and I just wanted the ground to open up and swallow me!
âWeâre a waiting.ââI was r⊠Well I I kinda⊠Look its difficult to explain. But this man you know⊠On the train⊠On the journey out here.ââSo a man raped you on your trip out here? So who is the lucky bastard?ââNo. I didnât say heâd raped me.ââSo who was he? Your boyfriend?ââNo. I donât know who he was.ââWhat you let a bloke youâd never met before; give you a rooting on the train?ââIt wasnât like that, it wasâŠââNever mind about the details honey, Iâm sure youâre gonna fit in well here today. What say you boys?âThere was an almighty cheer went up, and the chanting began again, but this time, they were calling for my dress to come off!
âHold-up there boys. Calm down. A bit of order, or Iâll keep her behind the bar with me.âGradually the noise subsided, but it wasnât quiet by a long way. âOk I think the little girl is in need of a cold beer, and as Sheilaâs ainât allowed to by beer in here, which of you nice blokes is gonna buy her one.âOf course there were hands in the air and men shouting in all directions. They were holding out bottles and calling.âOver here.ââHere love.ââHave mine.â
Now again, I began to get this feeling that something exciting was going to happen to me, and the feeling of embarrassment had gone. Iâm not saying I was looking forward to being raped by fifty men, but being the centre of attention, knowing all these men wanted to fuck me silly, had gone from frightening, to exciting, and I can't explain why. As I walked towards each man, theyâd be trying to encourage me to take a drink from their bottle that they were holding out towards me. I was getting into the act, sidling myself towards one table, then changing my mind and going towards another. I almost had myself believing I was in control of the situation.
Then as one quite reasonable looking man, aged in his twenties, kept enticing me towards him. I reach to take the bottle from his hand. As soon as my little fingers encircled the bottle, his massive hand clamped on top of mine, and he held me tightly.The men all around resumed their chanting.âSHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY, SHOW US HER FANNY.âHe now held his hand up in the air like Arnold had done, and gradually they settled down.
âWell little girl, we donât even know your name.ââJane. Jane Benson.ââWell Jane Benson, my names Jimmy, and I guess youâve got the message from the lads in here.ââI recon yes.ââSo Jane Benson, am I going to have to hold you so they all get a good look at you? Or is Jane a good time girl?ââWhat do you mean? A good time girl.â
âAll us lads want is a good time. Now you can join us and have a good time with us, or we can have a good time at your expense, and you can leave here crying. You see it donât matter to us, we get to fuck you either way.ââNo please donât say things like that, youâre frightening me.ââOk then I wonât mention fucking. But you know youâre going to have to show your pussy?â
Well I didnât know anything at this stage, and even the gang rape heâd just talked about somehow seemed inevitable in the back of my mind. I just didnât want to admit it to myself. Then out of the blue an old bloke sitting next to him spoke up.âYou bloody young spunkers have got no idea, you go in there bull at a gate, frightening the wits out of her. Come here Jane my little darling, old Bill uâll let you have a drink of his beer, and itâll only cost you a little cuddle.âWell he not only spoke-up, but he also took my hand from Jimmyâs, and Jimmy didnât try to stop him.
He pulled me back towards him, and now Iâm sitting on his knee, laying back into his left arm. He gives me his beer bottle, and I take a drink. God does that taste good.âGood eh? Now all old Bill here wants in return is a little feel of your titties.âAnd with that his right hand was undoing the buttons down the front of my dress. I can't say this was what I wanted, but at least this slowly slowly approach was passing the time, and bringing the arrival of the road train out of here just a little closer. And it was better than them talking about seeing my pussy or fucking me!
So I tried to act as unconcerned as possible, laying back in his arms swigging at his bottle of beer, while heâd now got me unbuttoned right down to below my bra, and his hand was inside it, fondling my left tit.âSee Jimmy boy, sheâs like that old truck of mine. You have to take your time, and prime it right.âBut even though I was maybe looking in control on the outside, inside my body was starting to go wild. Every stroke of my nipple sent a quiver through my pussy, and I was having difficulty keeping still.
âCome-on then you old bastard, pass her back, Iâll have a bit of those titties.ââHold-up a minute, I just want a little taste of âem.âWell I knew before his lips touched what effect that would have. And sort of knowing and waiting those few second until he touched me, got me so on edge, that as he latched on and sucked, I couldnât stop myself shuffling my bottom on his lap, but I did my best not to open my legs to far.âSee what I mean, just take it slowly, and sheâll be throbbing away in no time.ââYou crafty old sod, youâve got her squirming around already. Come-on then pass her back.â
âHang on there Jimmy, I recon sheâs about ready.âThis was Arnold, whoâd come back from behind the bar.âFor those of you who donât know the rules. Weâre gonna play Arnoldâs version of pass the parcel. Go on then Jimmy, you might as well keep her on the boil while I set this up.â I was passed onto Jimmy's knee, and Bill took the now empty beer bottle from my hand.âSling us another cold beer over here, looks like our Jane here has got a bit of a thirst on.ââDonât worry, she can drink my cum any second now.âWho said that I had no idea, but I guess a few of them were thinking it.âThere you go again lads, just back off. Just have a little patience.âSaid Bill.Jimmy was now fondling my tits, and sucking from one nipple to the other. And although not spread wide, my legs were definitely not tight shut. My pussy was pounding, and now contrary to what Bill was saying, the talk of drinking cum, was actually sending more ripples of excitement down my tummy.
âLook at her downing that beer; youâd think she hadnât had a drink for days.âI hadnât realised until Iâd heard someone making the remark, and Iâd thought this was my second one, which for me, someone who doesnât normally drink alcohol, would be more than enough, but then I heard Jimmy reply.âGod strewth. Thatâs almost three bottles; sheâd already had most of mine and Billâs.â
âWell donât give her any more; we donât want her passing out on us. Ok lads, most of you have already thrown your arrows* to get your place. But those who havenât, had better get a move on if they want any of the action. And make sure I get to see the arrows before you pull them out of the board. Right looking at the slate, it looks like Greg is first one up, remember you wind the box for your own turn, and once it stops, thatâs your turn over. And no rough stuff, when she falls, itâs got to be her choice.*Arrows, (Darts, a game played in some bars, three sharp pointed darts about six inches long are thrown at a board hung on the wall. The board has segments marked with the score awarded. And in this case it looks like they've used this as a way of deciding what order they get to play with me.)
âOk Jimmy, pass her back over here.âI was stood back on the floor, and I didnât feel to steady on my feet. The beer was definitely getting to me.âRight Jane, are you ready to play?ââWhat do I have to do?ââYou know pass the parcel? Well youâre our parcel. But donât worry weâre not going to rip off a layer for each player. All you do is sit on each manâs knee in turn, they each have until the ballerina stops to get you worked-up, and theyâre only allowed to touch you where you say.ââSo if I say no, they wonât touch me?ââThatâs the idea. But if you agree to play, you have to agree to start where Bill and Jimmy boy left off. So are you game?â
I didnât want to get myself fucked, but I knew if I didnât agree to something like this, then theyâd just start chanting to get me stripped. Anyway, this was all passing time, and surely the land train would soon arrive.âOk, Iâll play your game. Shall I sit on his knee now?âIn truth I wanted to sit down somewhere, before I fell down, my head was beginning to spin.
âRight Kenny, you heard Jane agree, and I did explain to her it was her own choice.âA very tall man in a blue uniform walked up to the table.âYes Arnold, I heard it all. So, Miss Jane Benson, I donât want any silly complaints to Mr Gordon (I had no idea who Mr Gordon was, the mine owner who'd employed me was called Mr Simpson) when you get to the Jennywren. We all saw you take your own knickers down, and you've just agreed to play this game.ââOk Jane darling; that was nice constable Rogers. Heâll make sure you donât get hurt, so you can just relax and let yourself go.â
Well by now the state of arousal Iâd been taken too had faded away, and all I felt now was confused and dizzy. The first of these men sat me on his knee, and as he did, the man whose turn was next, opened the lid to the music box. As the little lady started dancing, his hand took hold of my tit, and he also brought his mouth down as well. The men were Stood all around about five deep, just a sea of faces. Gradually the audience faded from my thoughts, as the manipulation of my breasts began to take hold.
Even the noise of the music box faded as I descended into a trance like state. The sexual arousal didnât appear to have the acute tingle to it, maybe my senses had been dulled by the effect of the beer, but never the less, I was still drifting in a land of dreams. Then came a sudden awakening, as I was being passed across to a new man, obviously the other manâs time was up. This new man, had me lying the other way around, that is laying back into his right arm, and for some peculiar reason, it just felt different, which kind of excited me slightly. Or maybe this man had a better technique, what ever, I was now actually having to fight off the hip movements that my body wanted to make.
Then I suddenly felt his left hand touching my inner leg just above the knee. God did this feel good, and all my body wanted to do was to open my legs wide to encourage his hand higher. But I knew this would be just one step away from a gang bang, and I really didnât want that! Well ok I did, but I knew it would be out of control, and anything could happen. So I mustered all my resolve, and placed my hand onto his wrist. He pushed and my hand was no match for his strength, so my hand was taken up under my dress. His fingers were on the bare flesh of my pussy, and I thought that this was it.
âPlease no.âI said meekly, not expecting anyone to take any notice.âYou heard her. Hand out now or your turns over.âThe hand was pulled back, but the man momentarily took his mouth from my tit to give me a really nasty look, then as he went back to my breasts, he began to bite them.âOuch! Aarg. That hurts.ââThud!âThe policeman had whacked the man across the side of his head with his truncheon. The man recoiled back, and looked across all dazed.âCome-on lad, your turns over.âSaid the policeman taking him by his arm.
âCome-on then lovey, looks like Iâm on now.âThis was the next man, lifting me from the knee I was sitting on, onto his own. Once the ballerina was re-set, he lay me back in his arms, and began to snuggle his face all around my breasts. He was licking, sucking and lightly plucking my nipples with his teeth, but all the time looking for my reaction. Gradually, fed by my reaction, his nibbling got more and more rough, each time heâd grip with his teeth, and tug, looking for a sign from me to let go. I was so engrossed in his little game, I hadnât realised every time he pulled at my nipples, I was heaving my hips.
Then I felt the man's hand sliding under my dress and up my leg, but not on the inside going for my pussy, but on the front and it bypassed my pussy, and his palm was on my tummy. Jesus! How can just a simple hand stroking around my belly