The Girl in the Mirror: Two Stories

The reddening teenager kept his eyes away from Sheree's lush little body. "Yes, indeed, big guy, you look like a man with evil designs yourself," she teased. "Why, I bet you'd like to take me to that show tonight and feel my boobies. And later, after the movie, I'd put money on the fact that you'd like to get my shorts off and fuck my hot little twat until you pumped it full of cum, wouldn't you, baby?" Johnny had turned beet-red. His lips opened to deny her chiding accusations, but no sound escaped his mouth. "Yeah, I know that's what you want, Johnny-luv, all you guys are the same. You just want to jam your big, stiff dicks in my tiny pussy and blast me full of jism." Sheree shook her head, as if this were the sad state of the world and she understood it fully. They had covered the three blocks from the frostie stand on Main Street to the Sables' two-story Victorian home on Chestnut. Sheree walked slowly up the steps, turning as she reached the porch. "Oh, well, Johnny, I guess one guy's cock is as good as another," she grinned suddenly. "Why don't you meet me at the show, in the lobby at nine tonight, and we'll see how well you fuck!" CHAPTER TWO Sheree stood admiring herself in a mirror of the theater waiting to start her campaign against Johnny Hollister ...»