Bled on Me

I have had my eye on her for a very long time. Oh my god, those luscious petite little tits, tight little ass. I can just imagine her red wavy hair hanging over her pale naked body hiding her breasts. Her lips so small that I doubt that she’d be able to fit my cock inside … and oh god, I can only dream of her cunt. Does she shave? Does she even need to? She’s only fucking young. I swear, right now, if I ever see her again I’m going to take her, and keep her to myself. Take her somewhere deserted, somewhere distant. The world around us will disappear. I don’t give a shit what happens afterwards, it will be worth it.

Oh god. I saw here, I think she saw me too. God damn it, she looks hot in her school uniform. My knock is tingling with sense of lustful intention. My legs quiver, I can feel my cum brewing inside. Within moments I shall have her. Is she a virgin? Will she bleed when I shove my cock inside her? Will she cry or scream? I’m fucking hard enough as it is. I can’t take it.

I’d been stalking her silently for months. I knew where she lived. When she was at home. When her parents went out. I knew everything. I even had her cell phone number.

I followed behind her in my van. I finally gathered the courage to speak to her. “Hey.” I said. I felt like an idiot. Did I really have the balls to go through with this. I doubted myself.
“Hey!” She answered back.
I had made contact. It took a whole lot of weight of my chest.
“I’m new in the neighbour hood. I’m kinda lost. Could you help me?” I asked
“Sure. Where ya heading” She asked.
She had the voice of a southern angel. My cock grew harder. I thought for a moment. Remembered her adress and then spoke again.
“Oh, I’m visiting an old friend from College. He lives on 32 Days Avenue.” I said.
“Oh my god! That’s where I live!”
“Really.Great! Then maybe you know Jack?” I said.
“Of course!” She laughed, “That’s my dad.”
“So you can obviously help me then. How do I get there?”
“Oh it’s three streets down from here. You turn left …” She answered.
“Thanks! Hey, want a lift?” I suggested.
“Oh. I don’t know. I kind of need the excersise anyway.”
She was obviously frightened.