some kind of fantasy!

Jack was enthralled as he watched them, his eyes half closed. His breathing was deep, yet ragged like some kind of beast. He continued to massage their heads, stroking their bodies, his left on the girls hip and the right around her waist. His hands were flexing slowly, his fingers caressing their bodies. His cock throbbed then twitched as he groaned when he felt someone's hand graze across the head of his cock.

The girls'passion went on and on, lost in each other and in slowly, mercilessly jerking him off, edging him brutally. The episode ended, and still they kissed, tongues dancing until Jack could feel the slime of saliva on his chest. When they did finally break apart, panting with strings of fluid dangling between their lips, they looked into each other's eyes for a moment with a love more intense than jack has ever seen, then into his, four eyes reflecting, of not yet love, trust and desire, a hunger that could not be dated by pizza. "We aren't... Bad girls... Are we?"

Something in that question flashed an image of 8 year olds in Jack's head, not 18. Vulnerability and fear, need for acceptance and innocent hope mingling in 6 words that almost stopped two young hearts traumatized by something they'd thought as natural and healthy as breathing.