You were, as far as anyone was aware, a perfectly ordinary young gentleman, living on your own in a quiet street. You'd just bought some exquisite garden gnomes for your front lawn and had been admiring them from your porch when a mother and her teenage daughter strolled by. The mother was hot and single and you'd always had dreams of plowing her, but it was the girl you were really interested in. Her name was Rachel and she was 13 years old, yet so hot, even with her underdeveloped assets. You had always had fantasies of just... ripping her clothes off and shoving your cock into her pussy.
You placed a hand on your dick through your pants and stroked yourself as they came closer to admire your new acquisitions. There was a sudden loud sound as Rachel knocked a dwarf off its perch and it shattered and both women yelped. You strode to the front door and opened it, slipping into an appropriate role. Both women apologized profusely and the mother (Elizabeth, you remembered) promised Rachel would be in so much trouble when they got home. You licked your lips and held up a hand.
"No need for that ma'am. Perhaps she can work it off? I have something she could help me with..."
Rachel gave me a thankful look, though her eyes held something else. You had always suspected she had a crush on you. Well, now you could find out how far that crush could go...
A date was fixed and you went back inside, fighting against jerking off, desperate to save yourself for just a few days, so you could fuck Rachel at the peak of your abilities.
The appointed day came. You were incredibly horny as the bell rang and you opened it. There stood Rachel, in as skimpy an outfit as ever. You felt your dick straining against your pants as you fought to control yourself.
Whatever you have in mind Rachel, you thought you are not leaving this house a virgin.
Instead of voicing that, you asked: "Hello Rachel! Welcome, come on in!" You held your hands to your sides as she walked in and shut the door behind her.
"Good morning! What would you have me do?"
"Can you guess?" I wanted to see whether she really was too naive or innocent to realise what I so desperately wanted to do to her. Perhaps stroking my dick would give the game away?..
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