He was standing under his pet tree, lost in thought- again.

It had been his chosen maculation since he moved to this area some years ago. starting time of all the Tree was huge and old. The fogyish soil around it was soft under the sol of his trainers. Hidden behind the bushes he would stomach here for minute at a fourth dimension, thinking and watching the world go by.

The joggers on the track below to be precise, just passing by or stopping at the rails for some illume stretching.

He had named every regular, every female regular, imagined their life sentence, their bodies without clothing.

It was late already. The wood seemed hollow, the sun was setting and it got dark. In the dim light he could see one to a greater extent coming down the the way. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four days ago. First he had thought her new, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender bod and her underdeveloped breasts. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the conclusion that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in short and a tight fitting melanize tee, her prospicient melanise pilus leap to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had changes over the geezerhood. From being a little girl at eminent schoolhouse to some college fille he now fancied her to crop in a shop. Something fancy, dressed in a squiffy trying on skirt, a blouse. She had no particular times, sometimes he had not seen her for week or month, then she was back. One day he would talk to her, ask her out. Just as the others. One day, but not today.

She stopped at the bridge circuit across the dried up river and leant against the rail and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a better view. Her shirt clung to her body. She seemed more exhausted than usual, her midget breasts heaved with her heavy breathing.

The crack of a leg made him expect down the path.

A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, work party cut. Though he was in jean and t shirt loot knew the type. Army, a bully, one of the assuredness, tough guys, always out to bully the guys with brains. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at Sally. Her shorts were hugging her butt cheeks as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the sight. The midget red string she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with swither by now.

Entertaining himself for a short circuit while with the vision of her undressing for the shower he realised too late that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a small step back he tuned back in.

Oh he knew the type. He would bemock her, make fun of her diminished breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few words which he could not get wind. crack shook her heading, Army guy laughed. With two steps he was next to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, Dough whispered, felt his meat heartbeat faster. imagination of how he would step in, help her, rescue her flaunt before his middle. Telling the bloke to get lost, escorting Sally home.

But that would not hap. Instead he pulled out his mobile. No signal. What did he anticipate, in the midsection of a wood.

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one bridge player on her gracious house ass he had admired just present moment before. She struggled, tried to intermit complimentary. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

moolah could see her sass moving, he just laughed again and looked around. lettuce held his breath but he was well hidden in the bushes. No-one knew that he was hiding here.

The man grabbed her by the arm and started to draw her towards the bushes.

"bullshit ”, wampum swore under his breath. What was happening here ? He would not, would he ?

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circle them. The thought of her being have it off - raped- by this guy. He stopped. affair he did not even fantasise about. Until now. And he might be capable to watch.

Through some arm he caught a agile coup d'oeil. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedgerow was a modest clarification with a fallen tree. Dough knew his way around here. The modest animal route would bring him right to the former side. He could hide there, watch.

He did not even think about what he was going to see. Just getting there unseen.

As he finally reached the dapple from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. His men were all over her body, she was wriggling in his grip and trying to get away.

He had to do something.

She tossed back her head and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waist. With one hand in his short pilus he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. Dough was startled. In his fancy girls like her turn down guys like that. But reality was unlike.

He pulled exempt, bit her throat and Dough heard her moan."Come on ”, the man 's voice was hoarse but clearly used to giving gild. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped skinny, his correctly hand slid in her tight shorts. pelf could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."shag, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the shiny fabric and lettuce started to rub his crotch. As ground forces guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red string, only a knit stitch grim panties which went down as fast as the shorts. She was shaved. His bronze fingers moving over her blanch skin was an interesting sight. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan simoleons started to rub his tool. Imagined it was her, her fingers touching him, his fingerbreadth touching her pussy.

One hand still between her ramification the guy opened his bloomers. She had closed her eyes, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his shaft between her wooden leg and she moaned again, hang over.

simoleons held his breather. This was so practically sound than jerking off to some fantasy.

wisecrack gasped as St. David buried his pecker with one hard drive recondite inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping sound of skin on skin, her low moans, his panting filled the clearing. Fast, hard. She had to unfaltering herself on the fallen Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree.

Without noticing loot took up their gait. fasting and hard he stroked his cock. A loud moan escaped his rim and he closed his eyes. He felt his balls harden, the climax as he shot his load. Hot cum on his hand, hot breath leaving his mouth.

heaving he stood there, had to lean against a tree. He did not dare to open his eyes again. It had gone smooth. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scary opinion. The fellow looked as if he could charge him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The duo was still unmindful of him. Leaning against each other they were sharing a hush moment. He brushed a strand of her black hair aside and kissed her neck, murmured some Christian Bible against her sweaty skin.

Quickly Dough cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his trouser. As quietly as he could he stole sway. That was something he could play back in his mind for week, months.

And maybe he would see them again .