The girl who was unsure about her trousers
by Maximilian Cummings
“I like your trousers,” her friend said admiringly looking at the tight grey cords hugging Anne’s bottom below her short top.
“I don’t,” she replied. Anne was not pleased by yesterday’s purchase. She did not think they looked right on her.
“Well, take them off then.”
Anne stood up and did just that. The other occupants of the carriage were dumbstruck. Those facing away in their seats turned and craned their necks to look at this brown haired girl who was calmly revealing a sweet pair of white cotton panties. She sat down. They listened to the conversation.
“You’re not wearing any trousers.”
“I said I didn’t like them.”
“Lucky you like your panties then!” laughed her friend.
“They’re alright I suppose,” said Anne looking down, “do you like them?” They were white with a red trim.
“Mmm, suppose so. He certainly does!” She was looking at a young man who was sitting very near them and, like everyone else nearby he was starring at Anne.
“Do you think he likes them better than me?” Anne demanded.
The young man looked away in confusion.
“Perhaps he does—but I really don’t think they would suit him.” Anne’s friend laughed. It was not really a kind laugh.
“You mean they suit him more than me?” Anne snapped. She was looking cross, “well, he’d better have them.”
For a moment it looked like she was going to take her panties off.
“No, no, Anne. That would hardly be right on a train would it? He can’t possibly try them on.”
“Why not,” demanded Anne, “all he’s got to do is take his jeans and pants off. Perhaps his would suit me better.” She looked wistfully at him.
The strange conversation did not seem to pall on the other travellers, their attention was held.
The first girl grinned and looked thoughtful, “I suppose you are right Anne, shall we ask him?”
“Please.”
She looked straight at the young man, “Hallo, my friend Anne wants to see if her pants fit you. What’s your name?”
“Andrew, Andy,” he replied without hesitation as if he was obeying a command.
Anne had stood up again, giving the carriage another look at her legs but they were about to see much more. Her hands took hold of the sides of her white panties and began to roll them down her thighs. Those to one side of her watched as the crack of her white bottom lengthened, whilst those to the front of her, craning their necks in some cases, saw the material roll down to reveal a strip of brown curls that lengthened and narrowed as the panties were pulled downwards to a point where her thighs met. She rolled the panties on down her thighs and stepped out of them. Stepping forward, naked from the waist down, she handed them to Andy who took them with a very surprised expression on his face.
“Here you are, now you try them on.”
“Yes, Andy, do,” said Anne’s friend.
Well, you can imagine the stunned silence of the carriage lasting for quite a few moments before a few earnest whispered conversations started up. The disapproval on the face of a middle-aged woman sitting not far away was a picture to see: though well balanced by the pleasurable grins from a couple of lads a bit further down who were standing to watch.
Andy stood and, to the amazement of the carriage, came out into the corridor and bent to take off his shoes. The eyes of the middle-aged woman widened as he pulled off his jeans revealing his blue striped boxers beneath his shirttails. But no sooner had he dropped his jeans on his seat than Andy pulled off the boxers and these joined the jeans.
The mouth of the middle-aged woman opened to a round ‘O’ of astonishment. There, poking out from his shirt, just where the button stopped, was his erect penis, its shiny head pointing right at her. Anne saw the erect penis, looked at her friend, and they both burst into gales of laughter.
Of course divorced from its sexual function the erect male appendage does look a funny sight, just standing there and rather in the way—but that was not just what had provoked mirth.
“How’s he going to put that in my pants!” Anne giggled.
And she was quite right because, despite the disapproval of the woman, the stares of the carriage and the mirth of the girls Andy had picked up Anne’s panties and was putting his legs into them. The thin cotton was pulled up his hairy thighs and over his hips. The panties didn’t look too bad—after all white with a red trim is not completely unmanly—but nonetheless they just did not look right due to not simply a discreet bulge at the front but a prominent ridge rising right up the front of the panties and out over the top of the red trim of the panties as Andy’s penis rose beyond the margin displaying, despite being a little obscured by his shirt hanging down, its purple head, its glans, squashed against Andy’s stomach.
“It’s certainly not going to stay in your pants like that—it needs to be brought down to size!” laughed Anne’s friend, “how are you going to do that?”
Anne looked thoughtful, “cold water?” she suggested.
“Don’t be silly, how are you going to carry that from the washbasin in the loo and, in any case, it would make your pants all wet. That wouldn’t look right.”
“No, I suppose not. Couldn’t Andy push it to one side?”
“Dumbo, that wouldn’t look right either.”
“What should we do?”
“We, Anne? They’re your panties. You are going to have to do something.” She looked thoughtful. “I know, Anne, if you make him cum then his prick will go all soft and you will be able to see if they fit.”
“Oh yes,” Anne said brightly, “I’ll wank him off.”
“No dumbo, you’ll get mess all over your panties, you don’t want his mess all over them do you? You should blow him and swallow—then he won’t make a mess.”
“Oh no, I don’t like doing that, I don’t like boys cumming in my mouth.”
“Yes you do, Anne, you’ve forgotten you like it very much.”
“Silly me, I do, don’t I!”
So before Andy had sat down Anne was across the gangway, pushing his shirt out of the way, pulling her panties down Andy’s hips and freeing his penis. She gave a long lick right up it. The face of the middle-aged woman was a picture.
Andy blurted, “I really don’t think...”
But then Anne slipped her lips over the head and he felt the warm wet embrace of her mouth.
“Oh!” He said, “oh!”
Anne began to bob her head up and down sliding the shaft between her lips, letting the wet friction work its magic. Her hand holding his balls, the shirt half hanging over her head.
Her friend watched with amusement, the carriage watched with fascination, the middle-aged woman stared in disbelief—how could such a thing be happening on an inter-city train? Whatever would happen next?
Well, it should have been pretty obvious to her what would happen next given Anne’s enthusiastic work on Andy. He was going to come.
“Don’t forget to swallow, Anne.”
What Anne might have said in reply was not spoken or heard because it was obvious Anne was indeed swallowing and by Andy’s red, still surprised, face and closed eyes, obvious he was coming in her mouth.
“Well that’s better Anne, let’s see, is it all gone?”
Anne pulled Andy’s penis out of her mouth with a pop. It was still dribbling milky fluid.
“Careful Anne, keep licking.”
And Anne did, her pink tongue just catching the drops of semen oozing from Andy’s cock. This was too much, too much by far for the middle-aged woman, she had to say something and she said a lot,
“Never in all my born days have I seen such a thing, such a shocking display. Really you should be quite ashamed of yourself and, as for you young lady—she turned to Anne’s friend—how dare you encourage her, encourage this, this disgusting display. You should be ashamed of yourself. I shall report you to the guard who will call the police and...”
Anne’s friend looked at the women and smiled in a not too friendly way. “I think perhaps you should keep quiet. You didn’t need to watch did you? I bet you liked seeing Andy’s cock. I bet you’d have liked to see it spurt. I bet you’d have liked to suck it yourself, taste his cum, wouldn’t you? Sorry, didn’t catch that?”
The woman now seemed unable to say anything at all. She just made strange noises in her throat.
“Well, unless you tell me otherwise, I shall assume you really wanted to suck Andy yourself.” The woman seemed to be trying to say something but no noise came out of her open mouth though she was going rather red in the face.
“Not a lot of use are you now, Andy?” She turned away from the woman and pointed at Andy’s limp cock. “But it’ll slip nicely into those panties. Tuck it away.”
Andy did just as he was told and was soon dressed in Anne’s panties and trousers.
“Right, Anne, I think that’s all settled. You don’t like your panties and trousers and Andy does. Now I suppose we’d better get you dressed again. We can’t have you getting cold, can we?”
“It’s not cold on the train.”
“You do like your top don’t you?”
“Oh yes.”
“You don’t want to take that off as well?”
“No, not with everyone looking.” She gave a meaningful glance at the two lads still standing and grinning.
“Those boys would like you to take it off, wouldn’t you boys?”
And they answered honestly.
“Why would you want to do that? She won’t look much different from you, Anne really is rather flat chested.”
Anne pouted and looked a bit upset. “That’s unkind—just ‘cos you’ve got big boobs doesn’t mean you can tease me like that.”
“She doesn’t look that small to me,” said one of the lads gallantly in her defence.
Anne’s friend got up and sat nearer to him, “if Anne took her top off, what would you take off in exchange?” She smiled.
The two lads looked at each other, “Our shirts,” said one.
She laughed, “Probably a fair exchange—I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference. Anne take your bra off and show them how small the cups are.”
Anne seemed quite prepared to do just as her friend told her. Without any hesitation she reached inside her top and undid her bra. She slipped it out from under her top and handed it to her friend leaving her chest still covered by her top.
“Here you are boys, see just as I told you.” She handed it to the boys. “Go on, feel it.”
It was warm. They handed it the one to the other feeling it, knowing what it had recently contained.
“See the cups aren’t big enough for your hands. Let’s see you without your shirts.”
The lads unbuttoned their shirts. One was a bit on the pudgy side; more exercise and fewer chips might have been a good idea. Anne’s friend looked at him, “Go on,” she giggled, “you with the man-breasts—try it on.”
He went bright red and didn’t look too pleased by the remark but still attempted to put it on. Perhaps he’d already fumbled trying to get one off a girl but his attempts to do up the bra-strap at his back were humorous. The watching passengers were in stitches—apart from the middle-aged woman—which added to his embarrassment. He had to be helped.
“Poor Anne hasn’t got her bra on now. I know boys, why don’t you, pretend to be her bra. Come on Anne, you sit down with those boys either side of you. Now put one hand each up her top and cup, yes each cup a hand over a breast. There you are, an instant bra—a padded one.” She looked at her friend, " Anne, I think that gives you a much better, if a bit knuckly, bust.”
Anne pouted.
The boys were looking astounded. They each had one of Anne’s breasts in hand—not something they had been at all expecting when they had started their journey and really she wasn’t as flat as her friend had suggested. Anne looked a bit uncomfortable.
“They are stretching my top out of shape.”
“Well take it off then!”
So Anne did and sat there slim, pretty and naked apart from having a boy either side of her with a hand protecting her modesty—at least so far as her chest was concerned.
The middle-aged woman looked even crosser, if that was possible, but she said nothing. She thumped the table as if to attract attention. She was shaking her head furiously. Anne’s friend turned to her, “My, you are getting desperate for a cock. I am surprised at you, and in a public place as well. Now let me see. These two boys are looking after poor Anne’s breasts so they are a bit busy, now I don’t like to think of you left out so who can we get to help you?”
Her eyes fell on a black man who had been pretending to be engrossed in his book although it was some time since he had turned a page. He was a tall, well-dressed and wearing gold-rimmed spectacles.
“Hallo,” she said, “what’s your name?”
He looked unhappy to be asked. “Robert.”
She leant close to him and half whispered conspiratorially, “Have you been enjoying seeing my friend Anne half naked—has it got you hard? Go on, you can tell me. It’ll be our secret”
Robert looked from side to side a bit panicky, “Yes very much. Yes I... I do have an erection.”
“Oh good, just what we need, let’s see. Quick, quick trousers off.” She giggled, clearly enjoying herself.
Robert seemed actually to hurry to comply looking both confused and horrified.
“Well, well,” said Anne’s friend with another giggle pointing, “that’s not stereotypical, there’s a blow for diversity. Not the black man with the huge cock are we? No, no, rather the reverse. Good for you!” She clapped her hands.
Robert looked even more embarrassed than before but it was true. He was not very well endowed. The exposure was cooling his arousal. He was rapidly losing his erection.
“Anne, Anne there’s a ruler in my handbag. Go and get it would you. Oh, and your bra had better come with you.” She watched, an amused smile on her face, as Anne, her too attendants holding onto her breasts, got up and came with some difficulty along the aisle.
Anne fumbled in the handbag and pulled out a 15cm ruler.
“Well done Anne, you found it. Could you measure Robert’s cock here? This lady wants to know how long it is when really hard and erect, don’t you dear, I think she wants to suck it but I may be wrong.”
The middle-aged woman was still trying to say something, or several things, and shaking her head violently.
“I can’t measure it,” said Anne, “it’s gone all floppy. What shall I do?”
Her friend looked exasperated. “Really, Anne, surely it’s obvious—you will need to make it stiff again.”
“How should I do that?”
“Anne, do I have to explain everything? Can’t you work things out yourself? You are a naughty girl.” She looked at the two lads, “Do you think she should be spanked?”
Their faces were a picture. It was as if they had just won the lottery. One said “yes” the other said “please.” The latter was rather making the assumption as to who might do the spanking.
“I don’t want to be spanked, again,” said Anne.
“It’s not about what you want, Anne, it’s about what you deserve. Now I really don’t mind how you make him hard. Suck him, wank him, rub your little furry snatch up and down his prick or open your legs and tease him with your pink bits. I don’t mind. Anne you are a big enough girl to know what to do.” She looked quite cross.
Anne chose to use her hand. It didn’t take much rubbing to bring Robert to a stand again. The boys were obviously slightly uncomfortable to be standing either side of Anne as she applied herself to Robert but they continued to hold onto her breasts. Anne bent to apply the ruler, “It’s 12.5cm,” she said standing upright again.
“That’s about five inches in your language,” said Anne’s friend to the middle-aged woman, “not very thick either but I haven’t a flexible measure to do you a diameter. Nice dome though, don’t you think, shiny and such a pretty colour? I’ve a top in just the same shade. But could you wait, please, to try it? Anne needs to be spanked first. Don’t worry, dear, there is no chance of me forgetting you. I’ll come back to you.” She smiled sweetly at the woman and turned to look at the two lads. “Now which of you volunteered? It was you wasn’t it? You need to put my friend Anne across your lap and spank her hard. Yes hard, a little tickling won’t do—much as I know you’d like to tickle her. She does squeal when she’s spanked and we don’t want to disturb anyone. She needs something to keep her quiet. Now what would do that? I know, she needs something in her mouth and I’m sure your friend has just the thing. Go on show me.”
The lad who had been given the chance to spank Anne was looking rather pleased with himself and was surprised to see his friend almost immediately pull down his fly one handed and draw out his penis.
“Yes just the thing. Now you two boys, you’ll have to stop pretending to be a bra and sit down next to each other and, Anne, you lie across this boy’s lap so your mouth is just hovering over his friend’s cock.”
And she did, despite the sudden exposure of her breasts to the carriage. Both boys eyes darted to her breasts, as did everyone else’s but the interest quickly switched as Anne laid down across the two boys, her little round bottom in the air ready for a firm hand. The volunteer seemed quite stunned to have a pretty bottom upturned in his lap—to say nothing of the pressure of her pubis pushing down on his cock. The other boy just stared at the back of the naked girl’s head as if his own head was stuck—perhaps he could feel her breath on the exposed head of his cock.
“Now Anne. You know you’ve been naughty. Our friend is going to paddle your bottom.”
She wriggled. “I don’t want to be spanked. I don’t like it—it hurts.”
“Of course it hurts—it’s a punishment silly!”
“Not many slaps.”
“Well that’s up to you Anne. How about ‘til you’ve sucked our friend here dry. It gives a clear end to your punishment.”
“No please, that could take too long.”
“Well that is up to you Anne isn’t it. You’ll just have to do your best. The sooner you start the better, I should think.”
The surprised, eyes wide open look of the boy was a much clearer indication than the depression of Anne’s head that she had indeed taken her friend’s advice and was now trying to bring the boy off as fast as possible.
Anne’s friend slapped Anne’s rump. “Better get started.”
The other boy didn’t need much urging. His first few slaps left a red mark. He rubbed the mark, his fingers stroking the smooth skin with the tiny down-like little hairs showing across it. His thumb ventured into the crack of her bottom.
“I said slap, not fondle,” said a cross voice, “or I’ll have you over Anne’s knee and your friend’s cock stuffed in your mouth. It makes no difference to me.” Her smile was cold, perhaps a little cruel.
He began slapping in earnest, rhythmically, first one cheek then the other. Anne’s head kept up its bobbing movement.
The middle-aged woman stared, eyes darting from side to side, as if trying to see a way of escape; occasionally they fell on Robert’s cock and stopped moving for a moment. Since Anne’s punishment had started there had been no wilting, it had stayed stiff and firm. He made no effort to pull his trousers back up. He was staring at Anne.
Luckily for Anne, either the boy was over-excited or she was very good at fellatio because not much time passed before Anne’s head came up with a cry, “Stop, stop he’s come.”
“You shouldn’t speak with your mouth full. Let me see. Have you sucked him empty as I said?”
She leant over to look at the boy’s cock, all wet with Anne’s saliva. Creamy semen appeared, oozing from the end.
“Not exactly sucked dry is he, Anne?”
Anne was back down on him in a trice, cheeks hollowing.
The other boy’s hand descended again.
“Did I say you should do that?” demanded Anne’s friend. “I think not. Well you can’t say I didn’t warn you. So Anne will have to punish you after all. Still, you don’t want to suck your friend’s cock do you, not a lot of point?”
“No, of course not—I’m not gay.” he said indignantly shocked to find the sudden reversal in his fortunes.
“Does that worry me? I meant not a lot of point because he isn’t going to come again until long after Anne and I’ve got off the train and found our hotel. I can’t leave Anne behind can I? So that won’t do as a marker. No, let’s think of something else.”
“You could suck me.”
The presumption seemed to leave Anne’s friend speechless for a moment. “I really don’t think I would want to do that.” She said slowly and sniffed.
The middle-aged woman was still in her seat, looking furious but not saying a word. Anne’s friend stepped up the carriage and sat down beside her and put her arm around her, “Sorry I have been neglecting you haven’t I?”
The woman shook her head violently from side to side.
“You are kind, but I have been busy with Anne, she can be so bad you see, and forgetting your needs. Now let us see, what was it you wanted to do? Did you want to suck Robert? Did you want to taste his cum as it dribbles into your mouth?”
The woman kept shaking her head.
“Did you want then to feel his, well rather small cock fucking you? I am sure if I ask him to tickle your clit as well you will come despite it all, don’t you?” She smiled.
The woman looked horrified and shook her head the more.
“Well, what do you want from Robert if you don’t want to suck him and don’t want to fuck him? Oh surely not! You don’t really, do you? Well I’d never have thought it. I should think it hurts, though...” she paused and began rummaging in her handbag, “I think I do have in here—yes here it is.” She drew out a tin of Vaseline. “I use it on my lips to keep them shiny but I am sure it will do just as well on your bottom.”
The woman’s head shaking stopped and she just gaped at the girl who was smiling so sweetly and offering the tin.
“Yes, I thought so. A funny thing to want on a train. Still there is no accounting for tastes. Certainly I... but, well we’d better get your bottom ready hadn’t we?” Without asking she began to undo the woman’s blouse buttons.
The woman slapped her hands away.
“I am sorry. You want to undo them yourself? Carry on then.”
Despite her wild-eyed look the woman began undoing the buttons, her fingers seemed to be working of their own accord, and she slipped the blouse from her shoulders. No longer hidden in her blouse her deep cleavage showed in her ample bra.
“You’ll want to let them out so Robert can hold onto and squeeze them.”
The woman reached behind her and she lent forward and pulled her bra from her.
“Oh, wow,” said Anne’s friend.
They were certainly substantial and topped with large pink areolae.
“What we see is good, aren’t they Robert?”
“Yes, yes certainly, yes good.”
“I expect you’ll need to restrain them when she starts thrashing around with your cock in her arse. Can you do that do you think? Can you satisfy her desire? Can you fuck her in the bottom?”
“Yes, I can do that but I don’t want...”
“Of course you do.”
Robert suddenly looked more enthusiastic at the prospect of anal intercourse.
Skirt dropped to the floor and the woman slipped out of her panties. Her bottom was round and generous—not in a saggy, over-fed way, but ample and soft.
Anne’s friend opened the tin of Vaseline, “Robert could you prepare the lady?” She paused and spoke to the woman, " I think you will need to bend over a bit dear, Robert is going to take you sort of doggy style, only in your bottom.”
She complied but with her head shaking and her mouth mouthing a very clear ‘NO’.
Robert picked up the tin.
The middle-aged woman was now leaning forward right over where Anne’s friend was sitting, her impressive breasts hanging forward.
“These are really nice, such a good handful.” She reached up and juggled them in her hands as if weighing one against the other, before pulling on the nipples and rubbing them between her fingers, “I wonder how wet you are, may I feel?”
The woman shook her head.
“Don’t be silly, of course you want to be felt there. You will love it. In fact I think you will find having a man in your bottom and a woman stroking your wetness will prove to be the best sex you’ve ever had.” She winked, “actually I know it will be because when I say ‘come’ you are to have the best orgasm you’ve ever had.”
The woman kept shaking her head but when Anne’s friend’s hand slipped between her legs and a finger touched her there her eyes opened really wide as if something new and rather wonderful was happening.
“Robert have you greased her up yet?”
Robert’s finger scooped Vaseline from the tin and poked between the woman’s bottom cheeks and began to rub the Vaseline around the rubbery ring of her anus. He began to slide his finger in as he applied more ointment.
“Come on Robert you know what to do.”
Robert took himself in hand applying yet more Vaseline, and as the carriage watched in stunned silence, lined himself up and pushed. The Vaseline did the trick and as he pushed the ring opened and the shiny, but small, head of his penis slipped into the woman’s bottom.
The woman blinked rapidly. Anne’s friend’s fingers played with her sex.
“Nice isn’t it, feeling Robert’s thing sliding slowly into your bottom. I bet you’ve never had that done to you before, have you?”
The woman shook her head.
“But you like it don’t you? Robert’s cock in your bottom and my fingers filling you here.” Her hand pushed forwards and up.
The woman nodded vigorously.
“Come on Robert, I can feel you. Impale a little further and yes, you are all in. None of your cock left outside at all, just your hairy balls. Now how does that feel Robert, your cock buried in this lady’s bottom and the special treat of me stroking your balls? I don’t often do something like that but as you have been very good—it is a special treat just for you. Feel all her wetness I am rubbing into your balls, isn’t she just so sopping, Robert—but that wetness is not for you. I want you right there in her bottom. Start moving Robert—let the whole carriage see how you fuck a bottom.”
Robert worked hard, with long very visible strokes—it was just as if he was playing to the audience. His hips slapped against the middle-aged woman’s bottom, his oiled penis shaft slid backwards and forwards and all the time Anne’s friend’s fingers were busy, very busy. The woman was gasping, perspiring freely and clearly utterly absorbed in the carnal experience she was undergoing.
“I think you can COME now,” said Anne’s friend and the woman very, very obviously did have a shattering orgasm—a prolonged climax which seemed to the carriage to go on and on for a quite remarkable time. But her experience wasn’t over. Anne’s fingers did not stop and nor did Robert.
“Very good dear, but you are going to come again and this time we all want to hear how good it is. You are going to come just as Robert squirts his stuff up your bottom. Think of that, a man right in your bottom!”
“Robert, are you ready?”
Robert came but what was more evident to the carriage was the woman’s second orgasm. Her cries of “No,” mingled with the most surprising obscenities from such an upright and prim and proper woman—sound that must surely have been heard by the other carriages on the train. Still spasming she fell off Robert’s cock and lay quivering and whimpering on the seat. Anne’s friend patted her shoulder.
“There, there a good orgasm or two does a girl a power of good. I am going to have three or so later tonight and I know that will be good for me.” She glanced at Anne.
Anne looked a little worried as if there was something bothering her.
“Now what are we going to do with you?” Anne’s friend turned to the boy who had not come in Anne’s mouth. “You were presumptuous and must be punished. Oh, I know,” she clapped her hands,” that will be fun. Stand up, take your clothes off—all of them, let everyone see. Come on, you need to be standing.”
No one in the carriage was now surprised that he did just that. What Anne’s friend said seemed to happen. It was most peculiar and a little scary.
“Turn around, let everyone see.”
The boy was obviously and redly embarrassed but it was going to get worse.
“I’m sorry I said something wrong,” he said, “can I get dressed now?”
“Oh no! Punishment’s not over,” Anne’s friend laughed. “You haven’t let everyone see you naked yet. Walk up and down the carriage.”
The poor boy found he had to do that despite his embarrassment at seeing everyone watching him, the eyes of the passengers automatically flicking down to look at his penis. Anne’s friend let him parade several times before saying slowly, “I think I said standing...”
The import sank in.
“Come on, just walk up and down wanking—that will do the trick—you will be nice and hard so everyone can see what a big boy you really are and then your punishment will be over. See I am quite generous really.”
So the boy found he had no option but to walk up the carriage, his hand pulling at his foreskin, and whilst what he just wanted to do was crawl away and hide with embarrassment he found, incredibly, as he walked his penis got hard in his hand. He was actually getting erect as he walked up the aisle past all sorts of people staring at him. He walked back with his cock as hard as it had ever been sticking out to the front of him. Anne’s friend let him parade.
“You’re missing seeing another cock,” she said to the middle-aged woman pulling her upright on the seat. The strange look of confusion, contentment, disbelief and panic on the woman’s face was remarkable as her eyes searched for her clothes.
“I really am quite surprisingly generous, you know,” said Anne’s friend to the boy. “I’m going to give you a treat for accepting your punishment so well. You have quite a nice little cock, as those things go, and it looks like it needs to come. Of all the people in the carriage, except me of course, whose tits would you most like to come over? There—a free choice—what an offer!”
There was a murmur, a murmur of worry in the carriage. The boy looked up and down and to everyone’s surprise it wasn’t Anne but another girl further up the carriage he pointed to. She had caught his eye in her low blue top earlier in the journey. It had been as she’d lent forward to push her bag under the seat and the hang of her cleavage had drawn his eye and he had not forgotten. Anne’s friend drew him up the carriage. The poor selected girl found herself looking up at Anne’s friend whilst being acutely aware of the lad’s erect cock very near to her face indeed. She wished she had gone to another carriage when all this had started. She had even pulled her bag out from under her seat but had not actually got up and left. She didn’t know why.
“Aren’t you lucky?” said Anne’s friend to the girl. Don’t worry I am not going to make you do anything. Just let’s see your titties. Undo those buttons; get rid of that silly bra.”
“My, oh my, now aren’t they pretty. You really are a lucky girl,” and she bent and kissed the girl on the lips. “Really a lucky girl. I could quite take you home with me and think what fun we’d have. Now just sit there and this nice boy, I’ve promised him you see, is going to come all over your sweet little titties. Hey, look everyone, how the cooler air is making her nips grow. I must just touch, just a little, oh you are a lucky girl!”
Anne’s friend turned to the boy. “Off you go you lucky thing, wank away, she’s all ready for you.”
He did just that.
The girl stared, almost cross eyed, at the cock pointing right up at her, its little eye—closed now—but liable to open and not just to wink at her at any moment. The lad stroked, his hand moving up and down, the shiny head appearing and disappearing in his fist, his eyes glued to the pretty round breasts framed by her open shirt
Anne’s friend stood watching and smiling at the girl as the boy worked his cock.
“I’m going to...”
“Here we go,” said Anne’s friend, “Get ready, yes one, two—oh that was a big one—three, four, five—isn’t he doing well—six... and a dribble.”
The seated girl looked wide-eyed as the boy’s cock splattered semen across her breasts. She’d been worried he would aim for her (firmly closed) mouth but he had directed himself downwards. It had fallen warmly across her but she could feel it starting to run—a drip was even hanging off her left nipple.
“Rub it in, rub it into those pretty breasts. Go on.”
And the boy, standing there with a shrinking but still dripping cock moulded her breasts in his hands and spread his cum over them in a circular motion as if he was spreading body lotion. It was sticky.
Anne’s friend laughed. Good for the skin tone—though, you understand, I don’t use it myself.
The train slowed.
Anne’s friend glanced out of the window and walked back to Anne. “Perhaps,” she said to Anne, “you were wrong, after all, about those trousers. They really are rather sexy and cool. I think you should try them on again. They are just your size.”
“Do you think so?”
“Yes Anne, really. I think they are just you. Andy let her have her trousers to try on again.
Andy pulled them off as he was told.
“Put them on, Anne, get dressed—don’t bother about panties, this is our station.”
She did leaving Andy standing in a pair of white cotton panties with red trim and quite unsure what to do.
The girls picked up their bags and prepared to leave, seemingly oblivious of the sexual chaos strewn around them.
“What rooms did you get us at the hotel?” said Anne to her friend straightening the grey trousers, which had started it all.
“Rooms? Oh, the hotel was full again and all I could get was a double room.”
“A double?
“Yes, sorry, that’s all they had—but they said it was a nice room with shower and everything.”
“That means we will have to sleep together, again.”
“Unless you want the floor. You don’t mind, Anne?”
“Well, as long as I don’t have to, you know. I didn’t like that much.”
“Yes you do, Anne, you’ve forgotten. You like it very much.” She turned and winked at the carriage—“I certainly do—perhaps three times tonight!”
And they were gone.