I didn’t mean to shriek but that was the only voice I had. “I think you are going to hurt me.” “No,” he said simply. “You can go. I’m s...rry I frightened you. It was stupid of me now please go.” Strangely I did believe him. I walked past him, the musky scent of him heavy in the dank air. I was going to run, run like mad but something made me turn around. Was he really going to let me go? It was obvious I was his for the taking. He stood there, by the path, still and not attempting to follow. I made it to the terminal waited in line and bought my ticket while I was waiting I noticed a guy checking me out he was real cute and dressed like a business man I pretended I didn't notice but I liked it anyway! I had broken up with my boyfriend a week or so ago and I had been feeling a little lonely lately so I was kind of in the market for a hook up. I read a magazine until my train arrived I got on and found a nice seat by the window then after a bit the train lurched forward and began. Mad that he had stopped but like a good boy he asked for permission to lay me on the bed and finish his job. As he carried me to the bed I was thinking this couldn’t get any better. Well shit! Was I surprised! He began to suck on my pussy as if he was eating a juicy ripe . Do it harder. Show me what your made of.” I meant it as an incentive and he did understand. He screwed with even more pace, his little body shaking now, driving his tiny dick into my nether mouth. Oh it was good because it was perverted. I never fucked a kid so far and If you’d asked me If I would and could sometimes, I would have told you: “No, it’s not right, I prefer men.” Between me groaning I asked him: “Do you love it, darling? Is it the first time you fuck a chick?” I answer in his high.