Walking Home

I usually take the bus home, but I didn't live too terribly far so I decided I'd walk home today.

Besides, after watching Mrs. Hernandez getting gangbanged, I was in the mood to **** a complete stranger. According to the pamphlet, it was completely within my legal right.

About half an hour of walking later, I saw the perfect girl. An African American twenty something jogger. She had a short, sporty hairdo and wore a pink and black sports bra and red short shorts.

She had stopped at the crosswalk to do some stretching and drink some water, while facing away from me. Perfect.

Without a noise, I snuck up behind her and grabbed her by the neck with one hand and tore down her shorts and boxer panties with the other.

"Help! ****!" She screamed. No one was around, however. And even if there were, no one would help her. I pushed her to the ground hard, probably scraping up her knees and reached down to feel she was already wet.

I wasn't sure if it was sweat or if her body was betraying her, but either way I began to roughly fuck the stranger.

Pushing her face into the sidewalk, I was nearing climax. "Hello, police? Yes, someone is **** some poor girl and-" I heard a female's voice and quickly looked around. It was a mom who had just turned the corner alongside her daughter who I knew from school.

"Moooom, I already told you. That's John Doe, that EDP kid. He's allowed to **** her." She whined. It was a shame the girl was a Sophomore, because I'd love to get in her pants. Maybe her mom would have to do.

I looked directly at the mom as I came inside the jogger before I got off her and let her go.

"You're next." I say to the mom as I briskly walk up to her and grope her tits.