Short Stories

The Fault in our Lungs

"Oh Augustus, I'm ready." Hazel said lustfully. She slipped her slim fingers into the boys sweatpants to wrap around his thick engorged cock. "Who's Augustus?" "What?" Hazel asked pausing to look up. "I'm not Augustus. I'm Peter Van Houghton." He replied stating up. "Oh sorry. To many names to kept straight. It's of no matter though. "She slurred, obviously drunk. "That's okay baby, alcohol makes pussy tighter. Just the way I like it." He winked at her. He grabbed her shirt by the collar and whipped it from her small frame, exposing little tiny titties to the cold air. "What is this madness?" Issac yelled while barging through the house. "Who is that that you're with Hazel." He added. Peter and Hazel kept quite. "You know what happens to bad girls don't you?" Isaac stumbled through the house, listening for any sign of the two. He heard a noise coming from the bedroom and made his way towards the sound. "Hazel?" He called out. His vision came back and he gasped In shock once he seen hazel without her breathing tool in her nose, spread out on the bed not breathing while the old man pounded into her lifeless body.