Jennifer White and Dirty Harry

I wondered if the diminutive boy next to me had the same urges. I recalled how, a long time ago, me a close friend of mine during the latter years of elementary school, had been eager to experiment with each other. We had been dry humping each other and getting stiffies. Also, we had made up grand plans of how we would get naked during a sleep over the coming day, and for the lack of a better word, try out different things. Those plans had fallen apart as his father had walked in on us humping each other, while clothed, in doggystyle on his parent’s bed, and though his parent’s to the best of my knowledge kept it to themselves, me and that friend never really hung out together any more due to our mutual embarrassment. Letting my aroused mind wander, I wondered of this runt of the litter, lying there so silently, yet regularly moving as if to find the optimal sleeping position (as if that was the problem keeping him from finding true shuteye), had any similar experiences of his own? I suppose he, in a way, reminded me of myself at that age, though I had been lanky whereas he was girlishly slender and probably underweight. I couldn’t imagine any of his friends or classmates being smaller than him; I envisioned him taking on the role of a girl whereas whatever friend he would be with inherently had the role of the guy. Though lacking in any muscle development that I Brunette assumed active young boys would have (from my impressions thus far he was not that type of kid), I supposed he had a rather cute little behind. Drawing on memories of having seen him standing some hours earlier, I knew that his slender backside didn’t automatically pass over to his skinny legs. No, there had definitely been a wee, yet noticeable, rump there on the back of his trousers. An image crept into my head, of how it was me dry humping him while he stood on all fours, and a moment later we were both naked in doing so. My cock was suddenly harder than ever - in recent memory at least. I grasped it tight beneath my comforter and couldn’t complete stifle a grunt. A flicker of issues regarding morality, and the absolute decadency of what I had been imagining set in, but these concerns were of equal swiftness brushed aside. I couldn’t help but to want to - need to - envision myself naked with diminutive Jonas. Bear in mind that it was the first time in over two years that I wasn’t alone in bed. Though I had not consciously checked out his petite ass before, I had a strong urge to do so now. Although I wouldn’t, of course, do anything as brazen as pulling down his comforter and thereby allow me to feast my eyes, and maybe even hands, on what must be a splendid butt, I sure didn’t mind imagining it. Even tits though my earlier predatory fantasies had focused on young teenage girls, they had in all honesty been drifting recently towards girls not dissimilar in stature to the undersized boy, who was strikingly feminine now that I allowed myself to fully think about it without (normal) mental roadblocks. The young damsels of my mental utopia sometimes blowjob had only the smallest of breasts, and possessed small, verging on tiny, yet hauntingly firm assess. In other words, except for the reversal of genitalia, there wasn’t much of a difference between them and this toyboy. big At his point it dawned on me that Jonas’ father must have ultimately climaxed one way or another, because the ruckus had finally stopped. Hence, I found myself trying to settle down, which happened slowly but gradually. Rationalizing, or rather attempting to do so, this turn of events in my head, I took comfort in the fact that older men throughout history had found themselves sexually attracted to young boys. If the conquering Romans of old could actually have boys on retainer, as sexdolls to do with as they pleased, then I shouldn’t feel the need to be overly appalled by my mere thoughts. And also, once turned on it is easy to find unnormal relations enticing – something I knew far too well from these last years. Furthermore, I could swear, and still can, that somewhere I have heard the Fucking saying “a hot girl, with an ass like a little white boy”. I am absolutely certain that I’ve heard something like that being said. Sure, I’d had the thoughts, but it wasn’t as if I had acted on them like some pervert who couldn’t control himself... Sleep came eventually for my part, though it was irregular, and I had trouble finding peaceful thoughts every time I woke up. As the morning arrived, and Sandra gently tapped on the door to ask whether we would want scrambled eggs and bacon, I was undeniably still tired, yet also thankful that a mentally arduous night had come to an end. Having both announced that we would indeed like a serving each, I lingered in bed with a throbbing morning glory as Jonas got dressed and left the room. Last night’s fantasies had evidently not been a singular aberration; as the tiny fellow left the bed, my gaze took in as much of him as possible in the dim morning lights seeping in through the still closed blinds. He did indeed have a perky little butt, framed by a pair of tight black boxers. I had a hard time envisioning him gaining any favor with the ladies in his current physique, frail as he looked. At least he wasn’t ugly, so he had that going for him. She licked the cum from her lips, and Fucking Ben's cock spits another, weaker blast of cum that coated the back of her hand. They all stare at me. “What? “Are you here with Katie?” Laura asks. “But keep your distance. Elise went inside to answer a call, leaving me with Betty. “You're an angel we made, and I don't care if society thinks that this is wrong. "Fuck me!" He Brunette knelt, his cock thrusting hard before him, enchanted by that naughty priestess of Slata he met years ago. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. “Oh Miss Hastings you say the most wonderful things,” I commended her and I thrust to my utmost in order to pleasure her. She could still get into it but it now blowjob only just covered her ass and pussy. The Entity shrieked in tits anger as it demanded it’s meal, I scowled back angrily at it, “No! Mine!” As I dropped the girl down upon the big floor and lifted my blade at it. I wanted you to have a perfect birthday.” “So unless you intend to yield yourself right now, perhaps you’d get the fuck out of our camp.” “The white tennis socks, and the blue socks for trekking.” I wanted a man to see me and, well, take me, make me his slut and turn me into his whore. I sank back, my rump resting on the heels of my feet.