MATROYSHKA

BY ILIKEIT

It wasn't soon after, with the summer in full swing, that I saw her again. Perhaps it was how the balmy heat of the summer seemed to blend one day in after another but I began to forget about her. The lust drained from my fantasies as I looked back at what was probably just another fantasy. Until one day I was coming back from college. The girls had looked exceptionally hot that day; their tight post-grad uniforms bursting out with their full tits and teasing curves. But it wasnt what I wanted. Jasmine's face was etched on my memorty the thought of her mouth pulsating along the shaft of my rod; travelling the length with an unsure, naive tongue, pulling and playing at the end as she would with her food; giggling as the odd droplet of juice flowed down her flawless chin. It was enough to send me into exhaustive fits of ecstasy. Sometime shortly afterwards, I encountered another group of girls on the train coming back from college, like I said. They were, let's be honest, a little older than Jassmine but the braces that adorned their cute mouths and flat, purely budlet-breasts convinced me that they could be no more than twelve. They giggled in a huddle in the corner and amidst of the sweeat and grease of the carriage, with the engines humming so slowly, mere elements of their conversation began to become clear:

"He's well fit" "Look at that... that can't be real"

After a while, they pulled up the courage to ask in their high-pitched pre-teen voices, "Sock!" I turned away from them, facing the reflection in the glass of the window. Fields and scenery raced by, but through the glare of the glass I knew I had captured their attention. I turned, slowly, deliberately. They were no doubt, expecting an old-school answer, something like a sharp "fuck off" Instead they got this.

Nothing. A mere raised smile; tugging at the corners of my mouth. The most mouthy one had her hair scraped back into a bun. A tiny smile gazed back at me as I saw her eyes greedily dart the full form of my body; take in my - now throbbing cock. She knew what she wanted, and the shared understanding between us made me want to shove my raging rod into her too tight cunt right there; explode inside her defined walls, sending her thighs raw and tender while I ripped away, exploring and claiming her innocence with my every thrust, every burning stroke. She wore a pair of cheapie kids' sunglasses with Tigger on them. As she pulled up her legs to absent-mindedly scratch her inner thigh, her childish actions exposed to me the tight fabric of her cycling short bottoms; pressed hard against her cunt. I gazed at her and with the whistle of the carriage signalling the arrival of the next station, knew this for sure.

Against the sun peering in through the burning window, I could make out the tight stretch of her flimsy cotton top. One of those provocative ones, where the strap teases it's way from the shoulder, ever so slowly. I thought about wrapping her, binding her hands with it in one fluid motion making her powerless to reject my advances. And I could swear that against it the outline of her budding nipples was clear.

She was excited.

The train whistled to a halt and she and her gaggle of mates clambered off the seats in an awkward, clumsy fashion, hopping onto the floor in a single movement, the fabric of their shorts riding up their perfect, tanned thighs. By the time I had turned my eyes back she had torn off a segment of a evening paper lying next to her on the seat. Tightly rolled it up into a big ball. Cheekily, she sidled up to me and extended a underdeveloped fingernail-dirty hand.

"Something to remember me by".

I accepted the "gift" and with an explosion of air, she and her friends were gone. I rolled over the piece, a mail-out advert for a child's russian matroyshka doll. I sat down in my seat, and adjusted myself for the country journey home. My thoughts turned to Jasmine. How would she feel if she knew she had some competition, I wondered.

Not long now, I thought. Not long.