Walking Home.
Walking Home.
Sex Story Author: | BurnMeDown |
Sex Story Excerpt: | God those men were so sexy...I spread my legs and began to rub myself through my pants, using my palm |
Sex Story Category: | Fantasy |
Sex Story Tags: | Fantastic |
Late.
Again.
Figures. It’s been like this everyday ever since my mom got a new boyfriend. 3PM rolls around, school let’s out and I have to walk the 6 mile trek home. She promised to pick me up but who cares, it’s just another lie.
She was always a liar though, to my father, me, heck even the dog, that’s why he starved to death. Shes probably giving him a deep-throat surprise on the kitchen floor…again. It doesn’t matter though, the walking is good for me and I get to be with my thoughts.
Most people didn’t notice me, nor did they notice when my body started to change. I had always been small, only growing to a height of 5’3, and weighing in at a measly 98lbs . My skin was pale and I usually dressed very conservative.
When high-school started my body
changed. My waist became more defined, my bottom became sweet, and round. The biggest surprise was how large my breasts got, blooming into beautiful, round C cup, delights. But still I hid my body, I didn’t want to be bothered. My green eyes seemed to catch enough attention.
I start down Morcan Ave. Keeping my head down, not talking to my fellow classmates heading my way. I’ve always been known for being kind of…weird. So I keep to myself most of the time. My books are my friends and so are my sketch books.
Oh how I long for my sketches to come alive….I hide my passions in them, how desperately I want to be fucked by these rugged men with machine guns, stubble and, holding those curvy girls by there necks, fucking them into oblivion.
The day had become increasingly warm, almost unbearable so I decided to take a detour through the park, with the large trees to protects me.
My men still mindfucked me as I walked and I could feel myself growing excited. I pressed my books into my breasts, trying to fondle myself without anyone noticing. I turned into a incove that had the largest trees in the park. It was almost completely deserted except for some fleeting birds.
Hungry for some playtime I sat down behind some bushes and pulled out my sketchbook, and set it down next to me.
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