Fucking does not make you slim

I honestly thought that I must have burnt a whole load of calories this week, but when I weighed myself this morning I realised that I can't have done. So I finally made it onto the common with my bike, but then I got a puncture so I had to give up and quietly pushed the thing home.

I was passing a thicket when I thought I heard some boys quietly muttering lewd comments to each other. I paused and listened carefully. Behind some elderberry bushes I spotted three boys talking about a girl’s cunt. I leant the bike against an old tree stump and crept closer. They looked about thirteen and I could see that they had a porno magazine on the ground between them. They were all staring at a double page spread of a blonde girl with her legs wide open, presenting her pussy to the camera. Each boy had his jeans down, each boy was masturbating furiously.

What I wish I’d done is this.

I would step forward and join their party. Without saying a word sit next to them and pull up my cycling top to let them see my tits and then lie back on the damp earth next to their magazine. Then I would tell them that I want them to continue wanking and watch their stiff young dicks in their fists. I’d play with my tits as they masturbate over me. Then I’d push my lycra shorts down over my thighs and feel their eyes bore into me as I toy with my clit and bury my fingers into my cunt. I would let them see how my fingers are coated with the wetness flowing from pussy and let each boy smell my scent on my hand. Cupping the balls of each young boy I would encourage them to come closer as they wank over my near naked body then tell them that they can spunk over my tits and my tattooed cunt. Then in turn I’d feel each boy’s hot semen decorate my skin in long repetitious splashes before telling them that they should lick their offerings off my body.

But I didn’t do that, because as I watched them and fantasised about joining them in the bushes, each guy ejaculated over the porn mag coating the picture of the model with copious amounts of their thick juvenile spunk.

I went back to my bike and headed home, wondering if Ted was busy for the rest of the day.