fear and hunger centaur

I left her there, naked and bleeding, and the next time I saw her, she was at the base of the west tower, having jumped to her death. Galvin told me not to concern myself with her, that she was simply a broken toy, and that I would find another. But I knew different. She wasn’t a broken toy, and though she made her choice, it wasn’t suicide; it was murder. I killed her. I hurt her, I violated her, and made her life so painful that I might as well have pushed her off that tower myself. I knew it, but I didn’t want to accept it.

It was a warm night tonight as the night before. They barely needed the sheets with no air conditioning running. She grabbed the loose end of the sheet resting above her father’s hand and slowly pulled it back. It was almost like a strip tease. His pecks, chest and stomach all came into view, very nice to see but she’d already had her fill of them this morning. Finally, the sheet pulled back to reveal his waist, his short patch of curly pubic hair coming into view. She slowed herself down, carefully pulling the sheet over his bulge and not daring to look until she dropped the sheet down on his thighs.

“Your tongue, mister. Lick my pussy.” Keeping the teacher satisfied was always one of my goals, so I laid flat between her legs, put her legs over my shoulders and began licking and sucking and pulling on her pussy. I sucked her soft clit into my mouth where my tongue could reach every spot. “Oh God…” Carol moaned quietly. “Yeah…fuck yeah. Her pussy juices were coating my face and wetting the comforter. She took my hands and placed them on her tits. Her nipples were rock hard. “Play with my boobs. Be rough. Pinch, pull, tw…OW!” I must have pulled too hard. “Ow…that hurt…it’s okay, don’t stop. Just a little easier.”