Thursday, February 11, 2010

I can give you a ride home

His penis grew thick with excitement, and it started to rub hard on the fabric of his pants. Slightly irritated by his quick erection, he slid his hand into the crtoch of his pants and began to rub softly on his hard mass. The girl sat silent as she watched him play with himself, fearing immensely at the thought of his sliding hands easing through the zipper of his pants, letting free his hard member. She felt dazed and light headed, her large brown eyes seeking refuge from the room, but falling short of seeing anything that might help.

Her heart quickly froze. She could see the faint creases in his face stretch, a ghost of a smile dancing lightly across his face. His black eyes, a haze of dullness, soon picked up shine as he looked closely at her. He studied the layers of her straight brown hair, the liquid brown eyes that cried fear and shock, and he let his gaze drop, mounting the curves of her firm breasts, as they sat smugly in her shirt, and the tight little waist followed by light graceful hips.

He pulled down on his zipper, and offered her a glimpse of his hardness. She cried against the fabric in her mouth, her eyes drowning in frightened tears. He moved towards her, and started toying with her hair, his fingers slipping silently through the soft strands. He let his hanging penis stoke her face, drawing wet patterns on her soft pale skin. Minutes later, as he no longer could contain his excitement, he unbuckled his pants, and reached out to her mouth, quickly pulling on the piece of cloth binding it shut.

She burst out a cry, gulping in air and sniffling in fear. His face broke into a smile as he grabbed her jaw tight and forced open her mouth, shoving his hard penis in her quivering mouth. His hands soon clasped on the back of her head, pushing forth and back, letting her soft mouth straddle his erection. He dropped back his head and sighed in elation, smiling deeply as he thought, ‘what else shall we play?’, his penis deep in her mouth, his knife nestled tight in his pocket.

-N

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