A siren wailed in the near distance; probably on the ring road that wound around his haven in The Village like a tarmac leviathan, bejewelled with pin-points of light in the night, hiding them securely from prying eyes. Enoch paid it no heed and peered through the dense cloud of smoke that served to momentarily obscure the teenage girl from his line of sight, although he heard her cough delicately over the bubbling bowl she held in her lap.
"So, what excuse did you give your parents this time, Sharon?" He asked and took the pipe from her outstretched hand.
Andrea's daughter paused for a moment, holding the smoke deep in her lungs. "I told them I was going to see Helen and do some homework." She croaked and blew an aromatic fog around the overstuffed couch where they sat.
Marley wrinkled his nose at the odour and tucked his face between his paws, preferring the smell of his tuna supper to the acrid taste of weed. He wasn't particularly enamoured of this female sharing his lair but stayed put to avoid the teeming rain outside; anything was better than getting wet.
"Really," Enoch took a long draw and let the smoke drift from his flared nostrils. "I didn't know cock sucking was on the curriculum."
Sharon giggled and narrowed her eyes against the fumes, feeling the drug tingle through her flesh. He looks like a Djinni, she thought, a black efreet ready to grant me wishes three - I wonder what my first one would be. She giggled again, well aware of what she wished for - and knowing full well it would be granted. Her hand slid along his thigh and caressed the firm muscle beneath the dark skin; the sensation arousing her as it had from the moment she laid her clear grey eyes on him.
"Mr. Carter could give me lessons anytime if it was."
"Practice, they say, makes perfect," Enoch said and parted his thighs for her hand to explore higher.
"Is that what I need, practice?" she asked, breathing faster as she felt him harden under her feather light touch.
"Well, it's like riding a bike; once you learn you never forget, but the more you ride the better you become."
"I always lose my balance on a bike."
"Not on this machine you wouldn't," he assured her and traced the curve of her breasts with his finger.
The thought of him penetrating her with his thick endowment excited and frightened her in equal measure, and she closed her eyes and parted her legs for his hand to wander beneath her navy blue skirt. His fingers traced the outline of her pale blue panties and danced over her crotch, tickling the delicate fuzz around her sex. She tightened her grip on his shaft and felt it throb in her hand as they slid closer, kissing passionately, tongues writhing amidst a hot mist of panting breath.
"I'll do it," she panted and pulled his hand from her snow-white blouse.
Enoch kept a beady eye on her nimble fingers undoing the tiny buttons and refilled the bowl, pursing his lips with approval at the sight of her firm breasts. He placed the bong on the floor and held the long tube up to his lips, toking deep on the potent drug before offering it to her.
"That's far enough," he said and stopped her from removing her tie, "we got plenty o' time."
Sharon leant forward and sucked hard on the tube, her shoulder length blonde hair falling forward to curtain her pretty face from sight, almost disappearing again within a plume of smoke. She felt him pull her blouse from the back of her skirt and run his hand up her back making her shiver with pleasure, his fingers expertly picking the hooks off her bra. That was another thing she liked about him; he never fumbled or fussed, unlike the eager inexperience of boys her age.
"Put some music on, babes," she said and stood up, "I want to dance."
Enoch smiled at the suggestion and slipped a Madonna cd into his pc, and watched her fluently bump and grind to the sultry tune of 'Erotica'. Madonna could put him into a trance anytime and Sharon did her best; swaying from side to side, flicking her skirt up to reveal the tight triangle between her taut thighs; swirling around to show him flashes of flesh and bending over to give him an unhindered view of her pert buttocks, wiggling them up and down over his erection without quite touching him; turning round swiftly and sinking to her knees, flicking her tongue like a whip at the head of his cock, her hot breath making him twitch with expectation. She knelt over the bong and took the tube in her hand, and ran it between her legs with a low moan, rubbing the mouth-piece onto her mons and pushing it into her panties, bobbing up and down on it with her gaze fixed firmly on his cock. Her tongue slid slowly along her lips and she watched him stroke the object of her desire, wondering again how it would feel inside the unexplored depths of her body. The fantasy brought a surge of heat to her pussy and she pushed harder on the tube, taking it a little way inside and making her clit tingle with delight.
"Give it to me," Enoch demanded and snatched the tube from her hot little hand.
He held it in his mouth, tasting her smell, and quickly loaded the bowl for a big hit, sucking the heady mixture of her aroma and the weed into his lungs without taking his eyes from her lewd display.
"Do you like it?" Sharon breathed. "Does it taste good?"
Her hand delved into the moist cotton and found the nub of her desire. She gave him a sly glance and pinched her pink nipple, feeling her heat respond to the expression on his face.
"Tastes sweet; like candy," he said and took another toke.
She blushed coyly and spun around to twitch her cheeks at him, pulling her panties up and down to give him a flash of her smooth skin.
"Looks good; tastes good ..." she giggled.
"... and by golly it
is
good!" He said, and pulled her into an inescapable embrace.
Sharon squawked in surprise and laughed uproariously at his tickling fingers seeking out her soft spots. She kicked her legs in the air and looked down at his engorged shaft jutting between her thighs like a chocolate log between two blocks of vanilla. Her giggles became uncontrollable at the sight and his hands seemed to be everywhere at once; on her breasts, pulling them firmly to attention; on her stomach, and delving between her thighs; pulling her panties up into the wet slit, tight against her clit; pinching and rubbing her thighs, pushing them together to rub his meaty shaft up and down.
"No! Ouch! Stop!" She squealed and kicked harder without hope or desire for escape.
"You're a hot little tease," Enoch panted in her ear. "I ought to spank you!"
Sharon felt a thrill run through her body but played her part to the hilt. "Oh, no! I'll be good." She simpered and squirmed on his hot shaft.
"Oh, I know you'll be good," he said and squeezed her breasts together.
"What's that meant to ..." she said and turned her head, unable to complete the question for his lips crushed hers in a long, breathless kiss.
