Oh, Annie thought, what if it sticks in me?

The girl imagined the pointed saddle horn getting rammed between her hot little lips and shivered with delicious fright. But she didn’t stop. She couldn’t. The feeling that something was going to happen was building in her.

Faster and faster her crotch sawed at the saddle. Her short skirt flipped frantically up at each back and forth thrust. The material practically snapped in the warm air and there was no doubt that she was exposing her crotch and panties to anyone who cared to look.

Hal Green looked. Standing rooted to the spot, barely ten feet from the girl, he couldn’t move. His cock felt as big as an elephant’s trunk in his pants. He was sure that everybody could see it. But he didn’t cared. What counted what watching Annie-though he didn’t know her name at the time.

The girl was standing as if transfixed, staring out to sea. But her eyes were blank and her pretty little mouth was open. Her pink lipstickless lips trembled as if she were being transfixed, and her hips kept swaying back and forth.

Hal couldn’t be sure! That was part of what griped him. Her skirt covered her thighs and the bicycle seat and he wasn’t sure that her cunt was actually touching the seat. He knew he could just be imagining things-seeing more than there was to see. But he didn’t think so. His cock, definitely, didn’t think so. His balls were so full and heavy in his pants that he moved with difficulty when he did move.

Hal approached the little girl on the green bicycle with some trepidation. He assured himself that his intentions were honorable. He just had to find out if the girl in the bright yellow minidress was being naughty. It was his duty to reprimand her. At least, that’s what he told himself.