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

It had been his chosen post since he moved to this area some years ago. First of all the tree was huge and old. The moss-grown flat coat around it was flaccid under the soles of his trainers. Hidden behind the Dubyuh he would endure here for hours at a meter, thinking and watching the public go by.

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

He had named every regular, every female person habitue, imagined their life-time, their bodies without clothing.

It was recent already. The wood seemed empty, the sun was setting and it got dark. In the dim luminance he could see one More coming down the the path. Sally, he had named her. She had shown up three or four old age ago. First he had thought her young, a mere teenager. Mainly because of her slender public figure and her developing breasts. But she had not changed over the twelvemonth and he came to the ending that she might be in her twenties.

As usual she was dressed in shorts and a tight accommodation Negro tee, her long Negroid hair's-breadth bound to a ponytail.

As with her age, her storey had changes over the class. From being a girl at high school to some college girl he now fancied her to solve in a shop. Something fancy, dressed in a stringent fitting skirt, a blouse. She had no particular time, sometimes he had not seen her for weeks 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 across the dried up river and leant against the railing and started stretching.

Noiselessly he stepped forward for a beneficial vista. Her shirt clung to her organic structure. She seemed more play out than usual, her tiny breast heaved with her heavy 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 denim and t shirt wampum knew the character. Army, a bully, one of the cool, tough Guy, always out to bully the guys with brain. Like himself.

Dough snorted with disgust and looked back at Sally. Her shorts were hugging her prat cheek as she bent forward. He smiled to himself, enjoyed the lot. The flyspeck red chain she would be wearing would slip right in between, being wet with sweat by now.

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

Oh he knew the type. He would mock her, make fun of her lowly 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 learn. Sally shook her mind, Army guy laughed. With two steps he was adjacent to her, grabbed her arm.

"Run ”, gelt whispered, felt his essence beat faster. Visions of how he would tread in, help her, rescue her shoot before his eyes. Telling the fellow to get lost, escorting Sally home.

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

He looked up again. That guy was touching her, had one hand on her courteous firm ass he had admired just minute before. She struggled, tried to break gratuitous. But he was taller than her, bulkier and he had not been running.

Dough could see her rim moving, he just laughed again and looked around. Dough held his hint 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 drag her towards the bushes.

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

Slowly he moved, advanced to get down, circle them. The persuasion of her being fucked - raped- by this guy. He stopped. matter he did not even fantasy about. Until now. And he might be able to watch.

Through some branches he caught a nimble glance. The guy dragged her towards a hedgerow. Beyond that hedging was a small clearing with a fallen tree. kale knew his way around here. The small animate being path would fetch him right to the early 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 spot from where he could see he gasped. The guy stood between her legs, pinned her to the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. His work force 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 header and laughed, wrapped one leg around his waist. With one deal in his short haircloth he pulled him closer and kissed him.

That was not supposed to happen. simoleons was startled. In his fantasy girls like her eliminate Guy like that. But reality was different.

He pulled free, bit her throat and moolah heard her moan."Come on ”, the man 's voice was gruff but clearly used to giving monastic order. And she obeyed, turned around. He stepped closelipped, his right hired hand slid in her cockeyed shorts. Dough could see the finger moving, searching for something. She flinched, laughed again."nooky, David."“ That is the plan."

The fingers moved under the shining fabric and Dough started to rub his crotch. As Army guy pulled them down he opened his pants.

No red string, only a champaign black panties which went down as fast as the shorts. She was shaved. His suntanned finger moving over her pale cutis was an interest sight. He touched her exposed sex, bit in her neck as one finger slid between her legs.

Trying hard not to moan Dough started to rub his hammer. Imagined it was her, her fingerbreadth touching him, his fingerbreadth touching her pussy.

One hand still between her branch the guy opened his pants. She had closed her optic, was breathing heavily. He moved closer, positioned his cock between her legs and she moaned again, knack over.

Dough held his breathing spell. This was so much bettor than jerking off to some fantasy.

Sally gasped as Saint David buried his hammer with one laborious thrust cryptic inside her, immediately started to fuck her.

The clapping auditory sensation of skin on skin, her low moans, his panting filled the clarification. fasting, hard. She had to steady herself on the fallen tree.

Without noticing loot took up their yard. Fast and hard he stroked his turncock. A tatty groan escaped his rim and he closed his oculus. He felt his ballock harden, the orgasm as he shot his load. Hot cum on his paw, hot breath leaving his mouth.

Panting he stood there, had to slant against a tree. He did not make bold to open his heart again. It had gone placid. Had they noticed him ? Had he been that loud ? That was a chilling thinking. The bloke looked as if he could tear him apart without even getting out of breath.

Eventually he opened his eyes.

The couple was still unmindful of him. Leaning against each early they were sharing a muted mo. He brushed a strand of her shameful hair aside and kissed her neck, murmured some word of honor against her sweaty skin.

Quickly lettuce cleaned himself, tidied himself up and closed his knickers. 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 .