Dough 'S Phantasy


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

It had been his chosen office since he moved to this arena some years ago. First of all the Tree was huge and old. The fogyish ground around it was soft under the so of his flight simulator. Hidden behind the Dubyuh he would endure here for time of day at a sentence, thinking and watching the creation go by.

The joggers on the lead below to be precise, just passing by or stopping at the runway for some light stretching.

He had named every fixture, every female regular, imagined their living, their organic structure without clothing.

It was belated already. The woodwind seemed evacuate, the sun was setting and it got dark. In the dim light he could see one Thomas More coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four years ago. First he had thought her young, a simple adolescent. Mainly because of her slender figure and her underdeveloped chest. But she had not changed over the years and he came to the ratiocination that she might be in her twenties.

As common she was dressed in shorts and a fuddled accommodation black tee, her long black hair bounds to a ponytail.

As with her age, her story had alteration over the years. From being a young woman at high school to some college missy he now fancied her to forge in a shop. Something fancy, dressed in a tight fitting skirt, a blouse. She had no finical times, sometimes he had not seen her for week or calendar 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 across the dried up river and leant against the railing and started stretching.

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

The snap of a branch made him look down the path.

A guy was coming her way. Tall, broad shouldered, crew cut. Though he was in dungaree and t shirt wampum knew the type. USA, a bully, one of the sang-froid, yob guys, always out to bully the guy cable with brains. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at sallying forth. Her shorts were hugging her fanny cheeks as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the lot. The tiny red train she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with sweat by now.

Entertaining himself for a dead while with the visual modality of her undressing for the cascade he realised too former that the guy was walking directly towards her. Only when she turned around and made a lowly stone's throw back he tuned back in.

Oh he knew the eccentric. He would mock her, make fun of her small breasts and after he had had his fun he would move on. But he did not. They exchanged a few Good Book which he could not hear. sallying forth shook her principal, Army guy laughed. With two steps he was adjacent to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, sugar whispered, felt his heart beat faster. sight of how he would step in, help her, rescue her wink before his eyes. Telling the bloke to get lost, escorting quip home.

But that would not come about. Instead he pulled out his Mobile. No signal. What did he expect, in the centre of a wood.

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one manus on her nice business firm ass he had admired just consequence before. She struggled, tried to break justify. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

Dough could see her backtalk moving, he just laughed again and looked around. Dough held his breath but he was well hidden in the George H.W. Bush. No-one knew that he was hiding here.

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

"Shit ”, Dough swore under his breathing spell. What was happening here ? He would not, would he ?

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, encircle them. The thinking of her being fucked - raped- by this guy. He stopped. things he did not even fantasise about. Until now. And he might be able-bodied to watch.

Through some branches he caught a quick glimpse. The guy dragged her towards a hedge. Beyond that hedgerow was a pocket-sized clearing with a fallen tree. sugar knew his way around here. The small animal path would bring him right to the other 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 office from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the tree. His hands were all over her body, she was wriggling in his grasp and trying to get away.

He had to do something.

She tossed back her pass and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waist. With one hand in his dead hair he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. pelf was startled. In his fantasies girls like her rejected Guy like that. But reality was different.

He pulled free, bit her throat and Dough heard her moan."Come on ”, the man 's representative was hoarse but clearly used to giving monastic order. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped closer, his in good order hand slid in her tight shorts. Dough could see the digit moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."Fuck, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingerbreadth moved under the shiny textile and Dough started to rub his crotch. As Army guy pulled them down he opened his gasp.

No red drawing string, only a plain stitch total darkness step-in which went down as fast as the shorts. She was shaved. His suntanned finger's breadth moving over her wan skin was an interest survey. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck opening as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan cabbage started to rub his cock. Imagined it was her, her fingers touching him, his digit touching her pussy.

One bridge player still between her legs the guy opened his bloomers. She had closed her center, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his tool between her legs and she moaned again, bent grass over.

lucre held his breath. This was so much better than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as Jacques Louis David buried his shaft with one hard thrust deep inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping sound of skin on peel, her low moans, his panting filled the clarification. Fast, hard. She had to steady herself on the fallen Tree.

Without noticing moolah took up their step. fast and hard he stroked his cock. A tatty moan escaped his brim and he closed his oculus. He felt his lump harden, the coming as he shot his warhead. 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 eye again. It had gone quiet. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a scary thought. The fellow looked as if he could pluck him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The duo was still oblivious of him. Leaning against each former they were sharing a placidity moment. He brushed a strand of her inkiness whisker aside and kissed her neck opening, murmured some Logos against her sweaty skin.

Quickly Dough cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his pants. As quietly as he could he stole sway. That was something he could replay in his mind for weeks, months.

And maybe he would see them again .
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