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More girlish ramblings from my diaryOK, I have been asked to write a Mid Term Essay, it’s near Christmas and what do girls write about, boys, men, cocks and fucking, no not really, if you are a decent girl, you cant, why? you may ask, my dear reader, well perhaps nice girls have not been exposed to the pleasure organ, that hangs so tantalizingly between men’s legs, waiting to be licked by curious girls like myself, like a lollipop, long slow sensual licks, fuck I must stop here, I am getting too wet for my own safety.Well I guess by now you know I am a teenage menstruating girl, I add the verb ‘menstruating’ to show you the reader I am of the age where I now lust for men, though in the silence of both my head and my bedroom, my naked form enveloped under crisp linen sheets, and the soft rustling you may hear, if you are privileged to hear, is my hand between my legs, doing what naughty men and boys do, well not exactly, as we are of different shapes, but of course the irony being we both want each others sex organs to be joined together, stop again, back to reality, I close my eyes as I feel him probing me again, he is on the verge of taking me and I am too wet to stop him sliding up inside me, why in Gods name should I stop such a delicious organ from seeking my warmth, and shelter, my inner lining is coated in a warmth of lubricity and ribbed to enhance a mans pleasure, he can rest his testes sack inside my knickers the elastic stretched as it is gathered conveniently and tightly around the bottom of my bum, I laugh a little now at the thought of such a female ploy, every time he withdraws from my tight orifice, my knicker elastic will conveniently catapult his cock back up me, keeping him in-situ, and providing me with that loving perpetual energy called lovemaking, well fucking, yes fucking, and you know what I want to be fucked.All this girlish Escort babble is swirling around my head as I sit in this railway station, called Glasgow Queen Street.I am en-rout to Oban, on the west coast of Scotland, to visit an aunt over Christmas, and too all accounts, I hear there are only sheep up there, if that be true, then I need to meet a few rams, and bravely bare my bottom amongst the herd, and hope for a sturdy mounting.I hate my uniform, the badge of St Georges of Edinburgh, but today as I sit on this wooden bench my bum freezing, I enjoy the long dark blue woolen stockings I wear, cursing they only come above mid-thigh, my thin cotton knickers, though designed for men’s pleasure to see them so adorned, do fuck-all for my warmth.I swear if I dont board the train soon, my warm lubricity will turn to icicles and pierce a mans balls should he try to force entry into me.I am cold and seek warmth, the station is desolate and dark, except for the few shops behind me, offering warmth and papers, food and drink, though I am too young for such an establishment, a man passes and looks leeringly at me, I look at him, somewhat challengingly at him, ‘Come on then fuck me’, my mind fires back, but I smile warmly, as schoolgirls are taught to at St George’s, he stops momentarily as if to converse with me, thinks twice and walks into the bar, ‘Jesus’, I think, ‘No fucking balls to even try me’.’Excuse me miss’, I am roused from my slumber, or state of deepening hypothermia, I look at the old man in his station uniform, ‘Are you going on the train to Oban’, he asks me, ‘Yes’, realizing I had dozed off, ‘Well then you need to rush, as it’s about to leave’.I jump up and run as best I can to the first carriage, open the door and dive inside, only to be met by three middle-aged men, and the strong smell of alcohol, ‘Come in sweetie’, one says with Escort Bayan intent in his voice, and I close the heavy door behind me, just as the train starts it’s long journey North, I stumble and fall onto one of the men, who’s arms encircle me and stop me falling further, his friends cheer and I feel like a fool, ‘She fancies you John’ one says and I realize he is touching my breast, not intentionally, as it just landed on his hand, but a gentle squeeze, ever so softly was his reward, and I pretended he never did it.’You look like a moth in a cocoon’, one man said somewhat jovially, I had to smile, and suddenly I was offered a glass of wine, ‘I think she is too young for that’, another said somewhat sternly, but I reached out and took it, feeling my nipples respond to the hand touching my breast, and as if to emphasize it, I looked again at the man who did it and smiled, to show there was no hard feelings, and my eyes dropped down to see if he had any hard feelings.I was being incredibly sexual and proper at the same time, ‘Are you from some rich family, a Scottish landowners daughter?’ I shook my head, feeling the wine warm my stomach, I smiled, feeling like I was someone important, ‘I just go to a posh girls school’, I answered, they all teased me from that point on, until the subject of sex was worked into the conversation, and my virginity became a known fact and then the main topic, and as more wine was poured down my throat, they became a little more serious and more direct, ‘Would you like to lose your virginity to three older men Mariel’, I laughed and said sure, before realizing they were serious.The carriage fell silent as each man in turn thought about having me, I just sat waiting, not really feeling anything, ‘Mariel, can you take your skirt and blouse off’, someone said, I stood up and did, as he asked now I felt Bayan Escort something, a sudden release of sexual tension, and I eased my knickers over my hips and pushed them down as far as they would go, namely my stocking tops, as my suspenders prevented them from going any further.The men gasped as they watched me, Christmas had come early for them, I was fueled with a lust I had never known and a foolish bravery, I knew what fucking me would mean to them, but fucking me would mean a lot more to me, so I offered to them freely, ‘Who’d first’, I challenged, come on fuck me, and as I said it I moved to the closest man there, and thrust my pelvis to him, my cunt wanted attention and I was being very aggressive in showing it.I grasped the overhead netting, weaving my smallish hands between the string diamonds, I wanted that tied feeling as they took me, ‘Fuck me’ I moaned over and over as his tongue wiggled between my small labia and lapped my baby clitoris, feeling it explode as my first of many orgasms, sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my thighs shuddered and my knees buckled, then I bent forward and received my first penetration, right up my ass.For me it felt the same, only as I reached back and realized where he was poking did I revel in the obscenity of it, I was being ass-fucked for real and it felt wonderful, now I was being lifted onto the guy who had performed the cunnilingus on my tiny vagina, his erection was now easing into it, my first double penetration, and I loved the feeling and marveled at how easy a girl could accommodate several men simultaneously, I looked for the third man, and our eyes met, he was wanking as he watched, ‘Cum in my mouth’, I said greedily, ‘I want to suck your cock’, so now you know my story, my first serious fucking was with three men, simultaneously, and has transfixed my desires for life, always three men, and always older men, and in case you are wondering, I did complete my mid-term essay, it got my ass caned, then fucked, my master saw to that, and I have written about previously, my essay was titled, ‘Fucked on my way to Oban’

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