I didn’t I was in a trance as I watched my small white hand pull up and down the shaft. He was cut and his hood made my mouth water but I was absolu...ely not going to put it in my mouth, even though I was not going to do that I still loved the shape and form of his penis and how it felt in my hand and got harder and warmer at my touch. This same boy and I dated into my freshman year in high school; close to the end of the school year I let him stick his penis in me. It was my first time and. If I sit within talking distance then I quickly become ‘the listener’. Stories of what happened today, what he thought should have happened, what may happen tomorrow all are brought to bear on my poor abused ears. The tales of what will happen when he finally win’s the lottery and all he will do with all of that money. The endless recounting of ‘one time’ and ‘when I was a kid’ and ‘I knew this guy who knew this guy’… I will never need to know how to align pipes in the ground. I don’t care. And yet she knew exactly what the girl meant. That knowledge spread a warm arousal in her, with the same pulse and rush as the blush she saw in the girl’s face. There was no sudden shadow, no claw, no pain. Hot fingers took hers and she floated over the grass, past flower beds and shrubs to a place of cool green shadows, a copula of leaves, dappled with sparks of sunlight.The forest floor beneath it was soft and yielding with a layer of last year’s autumn leaves, breathing an earthy fragrance.. He pulled out of her a little and pushed back in, he pulled out a lot and noticed a little blood, and pushed back in. Once he got a good rhythm going he realized that punishing her ugly tits would be the appropriate way to punish this tart. He reached both hands under her chest and roughly grabbed her deflated little tits. He had to pull one of them off of the armrest but soon he had a good grip on the little flesh sacks and started to shift his weight into his arms. Zoe was being pulled.