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Dreamcatcher: Circle of Friends Ch. 1

By: Joseph Hunter



Chapter 1: A Little Joy 

I woke up from my peaceful slumber at about nine thirty in the morning. My mom was still fast asleep in her bed, and waking her up would be a bad idea. She works the graveyard shift at a local diner and deals with all the crazies at the time of day they are most active. The alarm clock in her room would wake her. That's why she bought the thing.

My name is James Cook and I am nineteen years old. My father has been dead for nine years now. I should be in college, but instead I'm choosing to put college off for another year so that I can help my mother out. She's done so much for me in the past, this is my way of saying thanks. It's the least I can do.

I rubbed the last of sleep out of my burning blue eyes and got my clothes ready. The bathroom seemed a million miles away at the moment. I was bone tired and not willing to work another day at the cemetery. All I did was cut grass and water flowers seven hours a day. Usually I start at some seven in the morning, but my boss did me a favor, one day during the week he let me come in at ten and gave me the full day's pay. Kenton Wilbur is the name of my boss. He drives a blue van all day and shouts out of an open window. Usually the words coming out of his mouth are, "Get back to work you lazy bastards! We're not paying you people to jerk off all the fucking day."

I changed into my clothes, took a piss, washed my hands and brushed my teeth. The cemetery was ten minutes away from my house so I had plenty of time. I took a piece of paper from the kitchen table and wrote my mother a letter. "Off to work, have a pleasant day, see you later, your son, JC," I wrote. The notes made my mom feel better, or so I hope to believe. I left the note on the table.

Before I left I snatched a bag of apples from the top of the refrigerator and took off out of the house. I buy a bag of apples every day. It is the only food I'll eat for breakfast. I don't care for cereal or cakes. I'm perfectly happy with the apples.

Apples in hand I opened the door and closed it behind me. I locked up before I headed down the stairs. I removed one of the apples from the bag and took a big bite from it. My mouth watered before I began to chew. My mother calls me The Apple Man and she has every right to call me just that. I'm also Jamie Appleseed, but that was a name given to me when I was four. I used to plant apple seeds all over the neighborhood, in all the yards and dirt I could fine. Nothing came from my labor, however, it made me happy.

My mom and I live on the third floor of the apartment. I walked down three flights of stairs. In that time I had finished one apple and began munching away at another apple. I walked out of the apartment building and let the cool air blew against my face. The skies were dark early in the morning. Looking at the ground it appeared that rain had fallen while I slept. It felt as if it were going to rain any minutes. I took one last bite into my second apple and discarding the remains on the parking lot pavement. Walking to the car I saw my mom's friend getting into her own car. She looked my direction and stopped what she was doing.

"Off to work," Joy Holdman said to me in a sweet voice. She is also my neighbor. She lives in the apartment across from ours.

"Same boring thing as usual," I told her. We were suddenly standing face to face. She reached out and touched my arm.

"The sun is doing you some good. Making you nice and dark." She smiled at me.

Joy was twenty-five years old. She was lightly tanned and had dark blond hair. Her eyes were very blue. She tried to seduce men with her smile, but only attracted men with her big breasts. She is five foot five and I'd say about one hundred and forty pounds. She was between fat and skinny, leaning more toward chunky. She was still pretty in her own way. Her lips are thick. Her teeth are white. Her nipples stuck out from her tight shirt. She worked in the same diner as my mother, only she worked the good shift. The breakfast shift.

Her left hand was circling around my chest, and for a moment it actually felt good to have a woman's touch on my body. Even if the woman was my mom's friend. "You're becoming pretty strong too." Joy flirts with me often, but usually I can ignore her and get on with my day. I could not see why today was any different, but it was.

She came a little closer. A faces were separated by only inches. I'd never let her get this close to me. My heart was hammering fast. I could smell her breath on my face. Then she did something I'd never allowed her to do. Her hand grabbed my crotch. She was squeezing the developing erection in her hand. Her mumbling something under her breath. I could feel her large breasts on my stomach. She moving all around my crotch, making my erection harder. Making my penis grow to full size. Her lips touched my neck, then I felt her kissing my chin. Are lips met slowly. She didn't kiss me with any passion. Just an innocent kiss on the lips while she rubbed my cock through my jeans.

Without warning she stopped. The second her hand was gone I desperately felt the need to pull it back. She blew me a kiss. "You are going to be late to work," she said. For the first time I saw her little girl watching us from the back seat of her car. "Lilly don't need to see her mommy get horny over the kid next door." For the first time in my life I was speechless. "Your mom working the graveyard shift."

Yes I nodded with my head slowly.

"Good. Maybe I can tuck you in to bed tonight." Joy put her finger to her lips. "But don't tell anyone. This is our little secret."

"Okay," I managed.

She blew me a kiss and walked back to her car. A minute later she was gone, but not forgotten. I couldn't believe what just happened. Joy had finally gotten her hooks into me. I'd been so strong, but this morning I could not refuse her slutty temptations. I felt weak, excited and tired all at the same time. I got into my own beat up beige station wagon and pulled out of my spot. I drove off to cemetery. Off to work I go. Kenton Wilbur didn't pay me to stand around and jerk off all fucking day. I erection softened on the way to another miserable tiring day with the dead.

Even though I only worked for four hours, by the end of the day my feet were in very bad condition. The grass was soaked from the rain. My socks were soaked minutes after I walked on the grass. Walking, almost hobbling, I put away the hose I'd been using to water the flowers and told Kenton I was leaving.

"See you tomorrow," he grunted. Even on his better days he sounded miserable. I am the only worker he'd ever treated with respect. My father was his best friend once upon a time. "Tell your mother I said hi."

"No problem," I mentioned. Kenton and my mother go way back. They were still decent friends, another reason why I'm treated so good. I suspect he has a crush on my mother, although he is to loyal to my dead father to act upon his urges. Kenton is miserable because he's lonely. If he only knew that my mother had a innocent little crush on him.

I opened the door to the beige station wagon. I looked back at Kenton. He was yelling at a couple guys. His brown hair was blowing in the mind. He reminded me of a fattened version of Mel Gibson. A couple scars on his cheek and forehead made him look dangerous. The frown on his face made him look ugly. Several of his teeth were missing too. Kenton was quite the brawler after work. He took an expensive boxing class after work. He'd been doing it for three months. Judging the looks of his face and teeth, the boss didn't learn too much from his lessons.

The rain started without much warning. It came down hard and fast. I drove the beat up beige station wagon of mine with the front window open anyway. Like apples, I love the rain. The clouds were dark above me. I took a look above at all

the stop signs and red lights. Lightning shot across the sky every so often. The loud excitement of the crackling thunder proceeded every bolt of lightning. Rain was hitting my face as I drove. My clothes were taking some light rain also.

Joy was on my mind during most of the ten minute drive back home. She would still be at work this hour. It was 2:15 according to the dashboard clock. My radio was broken. I was feeling desperate for some music. Any music. I wondered if Joy would really come over tonight. She was my mother's friend, but she was also our neighbor. She was always with a different guy during the week. Her relationships never lasted longer than a week. I wasn't looking for a relationship though. I was a horny teenager. More so lately. I haven't had sex in five months. All the girls I knew went off to college and was too tired to try meeting some new people.

I also had another motive for wanting Joy to come over. The motive also linked to the sexual impulses I was feeling throughout my body, but also went deeper than that. There was something I wanted to do if Joy did come over. It was the reason I drove past my apartment building and drove an additional ten minutes out of my way. I wanted to go visit the Runt.

The Runt lives with both his parents, two sisters, ages nine and ten, one brother, fifteen, and a cousin, nineteen. He is a senior at the high school I graduated from. I met when I was in seventh grade. The Runt was a sixth grader back then. He is eighteen years old. He is five feet tall and one hundred and ten pounds. His full name is Ryan Govea. The Runt fits him better though. He looks more like a rat than a runt though.

I knocked. Ryan answered the door himself on the third knock. I told we needed to talk. We walked through the front room, the dining room and ended up in a huge kitchen. We sat at the kitchen table. "What's up," he asked. His voice is very loud and manly.  Nobody expect such a short, skinny guy to have such a deep voice.

"Have anything to eat?" I asked first. I began scratching my burning feet. The Runt came back with a plump green apple. He knew me well. I bit into the apple like I hadn't bit into one in years. "Do you still wonder about Dreamcatcher?"

"Not really," The Runt admitted. "None of the girls were interested. They thought it was sick."

"But you still have all your pictures in your bottom drawer, don't you?"

The Runt smiled. The Runt and I were collectors of erotic pictures, especially facial cumshot pictures. We find our favorite photos on the Internet and print them with his printer. The pictures have all came out nicely. Have since we start doing it four years ago. Sometime two years ago, the Runt and I decided to make our pictures. Dreamcatcher Production was born. I didn't have any trouble finding the girls. At six foot three and two hundred pounds of mostly muscle, I can attract some pretty girls, especially in my school. The girls I found let me fuck them, they even let me cum on their pretty, young, innocent faces. None of them would do it in front of a camera though. The end result, Dreamcatcher Production died.

"We're going to bring Dreamcatcher back," I told the Runt.

"How? None of the girls we know will do it. They all say it's too disgusting."

"That was why it failed last time," I carefully explained. "We waited for their permission. Now I have someone coming over to my apartment tonight, I think. You know my mom's friend, Joy."

"The woman who's always all over you."

"That's her. You and I are going to catch her on camera, and she's never going to know about it." I felt like total scum and I loved the feeling. I've been a nice guy for a long time. I still wanted to be a nice guy. However, I also want to play the part of the bad guy. Joy would never even know I changed roles. She would never find the Runt hiding out.

"You still have your camera?" I asked.

"Do you have a plan worth me getting my camera?" the Runt fired back with a grin. He knows I always have a plan. Like I said before, he knows me.

It was nine in the evening when my mother left to the graveyard shift. She parted with the words, "The diner beckons for me, look out nuts Frannie's coming." I smiled at her joke. When the door closed my heart immediately start pumping. I

wished Joy would come now. Two birds with one stone. I could satisfy my hunger for sex and pump life back into Dreamcatcher Productions. Two pumps for the price of one. I almost laughed.

The Runt was in my bedroom working on the Internet. He was looking for some more pictures to add to his collection. He was currently looking at a cute black girl. She looked about nineteen years old. She had small breasts and I confused look in her eyes. Her light brown skin and short black hair resembled a young Halle Berry. There was cum streaks across her forehead and from cheek to cheek. Cum was also bubbling from her mouth. Her green eyes seemed to stare back at the Runt and me. 

"Nice," I said. The Runt wasn't pleased with my word to describe the girl. I didn't let him speak in her defense though. "Action time. My mother just left. I have a feeling Joy will be here any minute. Let's move." The Runt shut off the computer. We left my bedroom and walked into the front room. The TV was turned on. My mother had been watching a movie. The Runt held the small camera in his hand.

"You're sure this going to work." His hands moved as he spoke. This meant he was nervous. I know the Runt just as well as he knows me. We've been friends for a long time. "This isn't one of your better plans. The plan is fucking childish."

"Don't swear," I said. "You have such a nasty temper for such a little guy." He was about to say something and again I cut him off. "The plan is so childish no older woman would think about it. It's so stupid, it's brilliant."

"Your logic never seizes to amaze me." The Runt was never the less convinced. I took a green laundry bag from the sofa and opened it up. The plan was indeed weird. "I can't believe I'm sinking this low. I'm already short though, so what the hell." The Runt out one leg into the bag, then other. The bag was four feet tall when it was up. He looked at me. His shoulders and face were visible, along with some of his chest. On the floor was the laundry that was once in the bag. I began feeling the laundry bag with clothes. "Should I lay down now." I nodded yes. I

laughed at what happened next. The Runt scooted into the bag. All but his head disappeared. I positioned clothes all around him, but gave enough room for him to breath. I also gave room for the camera. 

"Can you see everything fine," I asked. The sofa and the laundry bag were lined up perfectly. The Runt was in the middle laundry bag. There were three bags. From where I was sitting on the sofa I couldn't tell there was a human being in the

bag. All I saw were clothes. Fourteen feet separated the laundry bag from the sofa.

"Everything looks great from here," he said. "We just might pull this off."

I had no doubts in my mind. If she Joy came to visit tonight the sexual act would be caught on camera. I sat on the sofa and waited for her. My gut feeling said she would come. Joy is a very horny woman. She needs men badly. Her life revolves around two things: Her daughter and sex. I waited. I watched TV. I chatted with the Runt.

At 9:15 there was knock at the door. My heart almost stopped. I must have looked nervous answering the door. I was ashamed of myself for acting so childish. This wasn't the first a woman has offered herself to me sexually. This was the first time a camera was rolling while I was in action, however. I opened the door. My breath

wouldn't come. Joy was standing in the doorway. Her dark blond hair was still a little damp. I could smell the strawberry odor of the shampoo. Her eyes were filled with excitement and a tad of worry. I was her friend's son after all. My eyes were glued to what she was wearing. Joy wore a baggy pink night gown and nothing more. Her big breasts were free to move around in the baggy gown. I could see her nipples clearly though the gown. I could also see her shaved pussy. The night

gown was really short. "Well aren't you going to invite me in," she asked. So I let her in. Half her ass was hanging out of the gown. "A lovely night," she said. Joy took a seat on the sofa. She was in striking distance of the Runt. He was recording all of this. "Sit next to me," she said. "I would have came earlier, but I had to put

Lilly to sleep and take a quick shower." I sat next to her. I was already rock hard. "You're a very cute kid, JC." She sounded a little more nervous. "I hope your mother doesn't find out about this."

"She won't," I said. Joy seemed convinced with my word, or maybe she was just that damn horny. She came into me and began attacking me with her lips. She kissed my neck, my chin, my lips. I felt her tongue in my mouth. I kissed her back.

I was really excited. I was also playing it smart. Made extra sure that the camera could pick up everything. I pushed up her night gown and shoved three fingers into Joy's wet pussy. She already rubbing my cock through my jeans. I kissed Joy once more, then kissed made small kissed down to her breasts. I helped her out of her gown. Again I made sure the Runt had the perfect angles. I squeezed her breasts. My mouth went wild. Control wasn't a strong point. I licked wildly at her nipples. Even bit. I knew I was a little crazy at the moment, but Joy didn't seem to care. She managed to take off my pants during the time I treated her breasts. My head

was between her breasts when she pulled off my boxer shorts. For the first time I felt her hand on my cock. I body shot with excitement.

"I want to suck on your cock," she moaned like the horny slut she could be. "I need it so bad." And I let her have it.

I laid back on the sofa and tried my best to relax. Joy positioned herself between my legs. She laid just over my cock, bracing herself with her left forearm. I looked on. Her nipples were grazing my lap. She gathered saliva in her mouth. I never missed a beat. Her eyes were filled with lust. She took the head of my penis into her mouth slowly. Her mouth was very hot, blissfully wet. Very gentle she licked the ridge around the head, sneaking a peak while at work to make sure I was really enjoying myself. I was. Next Joy began licking the ridge under my penis. She did

very slowly, then very fast and hard. She was teasing me. She licked around my pisshole, sucking up some pre-cum in the process. I glanced over at the laundry bag. I couldn't stop from smiling. The funniest thing of all happened while staring at the bag, I saw it move.

She licked around the head and moved her tongue inside the pisshole, almost as if she were trying to fuck me with her tongue. She tasted more pre-cum. She my cock completely from her mouth. "You taste so wonderful," she told me. She was stroking my cock in her hand. She slid my cock back in her. Her mouth was wetter and hotter then before. She took half my nine inch cock into her mouth, looking at me the whole time. I wasn't in heaven, but I was getting close. When she moved back up on my penis, I could feel her tongue licking the underside of my penis. Joy's mouth was pressed tightly over my penis at this point. I couldn't believe any of this. Was harder than I'd ever been in my life.

Her tongue swirled around the head of my penis and below. She took my entire length into her mouth, deepthroating me with no effort whatsoever. Her mouth go tighter around my cock. She began moving her head faster and harder. Her hand gripped tightly around the bottom half of my penis, stroking while she sucked me. Joy was into every moment of the fun. I grabbed her by the back of the head. She played with my balls with her free hand. With my free hand I stuffed Joy's pussy with three fingers. My hand was pretty wet. I pushed down harder into my cock. My hands took on a life of their own. I pretended my three fingers were three large penises and fucked the hell out of Joy. She moaned on my cock.


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Minutes ticked away. I knew the Runt was dying in the laundry bag, but I could not stop yet. I needed a little more. I laid Joy on the couch and made sure she was comfortable. I straddled her chest. "Fuck my titties," she begged. Her voice was erotically maddening. She needed it. I placed my cock between her giant breasts. Joy held her titties together. I turned to the camera Joy could not see. I began stroking at a slow place. It felt almost as good as fucking her pussy. Every time my cock passed through her titties, Joy would lick the head of my penis. She was also busy fingering her own pussy. "I need your cum," she moaned. "I want it in my mouth. All over my face."

Those were the words I really wanted to hear. A dream cum true. This was my little fetish. The purpose of Dreamcatcher Productions. My cock took on a new life and I used all my remaining energy. My feet no longer burned. I fucked her big titties with new passion. I poked her in the eye twice while fucking her. I held her titties in my hand, squeezing for the cause. I needed to cum on her face. I became a new person. "Oh fuck," I moaned. "I'm gonna cum!" I screamed the words really loudly, forgetting about the neighbors. My cum blew out of my cock lethally. The cum blasted all over Joy's chin and lips. I shot more cum on her forehead, her left cheek and blew some in her dark blond hair.

"Ummmm!" she moaned. I could see that Joy loved all the cum I sprayed on her face. She also loved what she tasted. She licked her lips and blew little bubbles of cum out of her mouth for enjoyment. The Runt's camera would be in perfect position to catch all the action. For once in my life I had something to be really proud of.

Dreamcatcher Productions was alive and back in business.



Dreamcatcher: Circle of Friends Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Picking Up Sally the Stripper

The Runt and I were back in business and nothing else in the world just couldn't matter any less. My mother was fast asleep in her bedroom. I was faking sleep when she returned from the diner. Joy was next-door, I guess, fast asleep, thinking about who's cock she'll suck tomorrow. I didn't care who fucked her tomorrow. Dreamcatcher Productions was back in business, in business for the first time considering our first attempt ended in complete failure. Joy had come over to my house to seduce a teenager, the son of her best friend, and ended up getting video taped, also received a nice facial, her reward for a nice blowjob and dirty titty-fuck we both enjoyed.

It was Saturday morning, around 10:45, when I woke up. My mother was out of bed. Out of the house, in fact. Her and Joy went grocery shopping. The Runt was sleeping on the couch in the front room. I went to my dresser and took the tape we made last night out of the camera. I held it in my hand feeling proud. A smile broke on my face. I went to the front room.

I put the tape in the VCR and pressed play. I sat on the sofa. The Runt was on the other side of the couch. The tape began immediately. On the screen there was a knock at the door. The Runt was stuck in a laundry bag and was surrounded by clothes, but some how he managed to follow me to the door. On the screen I was standing by the door looking nervous. I opened the door. Joy was standing there. She was wearing her night gown. Nothing underneath it. I saw her shaved pussy on the screen and became very hard.

"Excellent camera work," I told my friend. "How the hell did you shoot like this from a laundry bag?"

"I've got skills," he said. "I still can't believe we pulled this off. I can't believe a stupid scheme like this actually worked. But some how it did."

I went to the refrigerator. I took two cans of beer. I returned and gave the Runt one of the cans. We popped them open. "To Dreamcatcher." We watched our homemade porno and drank beer. I watched myself on TV, feeling a little bit like a movie star. Joy was devouring my cock with very little effort. I could almost feel her hot, wet mouth and my penis. The way her tongue circled around my shaft. The woman definitely knew how to suck a cock.

The Runt finished his beer and belched loudly. He spoke to me in his heavyset manly voice you just wouldn't expect from somebody five feet tall. "Maybe this is the start of something good. I don't think we're going to fail this time." He paused for a minute to watch Joy receive the facial. I watched too, drawn to my own work. My cock exploded semen all over Joy's chin, lips, cheeks and forehead. She ate my cum. She blew bubbles. She had a good time. When the tape came to an end I shut off the VCR. "Bravo! Bravo!" the Runt cheered. "You cum a lot. Made the facial absolutely filthy, just the way we like them."

"I loved cumming on Joy's face," I admitted. "I loved a lot of things about Joy, but Joy's in the past now. We have to find some knew girls. We can't start the Dream until we have movies. More girls."

"That was the problem last time," the Runt said.

"Not this time. I have a plan. I know a few women who would be interested in fucking my brains out. All you have to do is hide and record."

"I kind of like the laundry bag," the Runt offered a joke.

"I'll get you some better hiding places too." I got up and rewound the movie. We watched again. We watched it five more times. I loved watching myself on screen. The TV made me look good. I was also thinking of possible candidates. My mind was running fast. I had some ideas.

In the after I put a Red Baron supreme pizza in the oven. The Runt and I sat at the small kitchen table and discussed future plans while the pizza cooked. The aroma of the sausage, pepperoni, green peppers, red peppers, mushrooms and onions made my mouth water. I was incredibly hungry having forgot to fix myself a little breakfast when I woke up.

"So what's the bright idea?" the Runt asked. He spoke with his hands moving. He was nervous, I also figured his mind was racing. He didn't like to be left out of my thought process.

"Calm down, Runt," I said. "I've considering some options. Joy has several other close friends who come and visit. My mother knows some more attractive women. Some of them even flirt with me. Some want to fuck me." I let the words sink into his little head. The Runt looked a little more like a rat everywhere. It was his nose. It grew sharper every year. "Today is Saturday. On Saturday night I have a little ritual, a task my mother gave to me when I start driving. At 1:30 in the morning I have to pick her friend Sally Barry. Sally works Jennings Heights Strip Club. She is a stripper."

"And this girl is willing to have sex with you," the Runt asked the most important question. 

"I'm pretty sure she will." I knew a lot about Sally Barry. She was one of the most popular strippers at Jennings Heights. She was also as horny as Joy, but trimmer and sexier than Joy could ever dream of being. Sally is a twenty-seven year old woman with no kids. She has several guys interested in her, most come to the strip club and try to buy her off with a romantic nights, some propose marriage. I heard he talking to my mom one night about her affairs while I faked sleep on the front room sofa. I did my homework on this one.

"I think I know who you're talking about," the Runt said. "She has dark red hair. Wears tight ass shorts. Has those big cherry colored lips. She talks with a little girl squeak."

"That's her. She reminds me of you in some strange way. Sally has this perfect body and most striking features and yet she talks like she's still going through puberty. You are small and skinny and talk like a man who is seven feet tall." The Runt faked a punch to my face, but laughed it off. I smiled myself. "Fucken pizza takes forever."

"Red Baron always takes a long time in your oven." The Runt was looking around the kitchen. He had something he wanted to say, to ask, and was looking for the right way to ask me. I already knew what he wanted from me.

"Yes, you can go and use my Internet," I said. I kept my voice patient. I hated when he acted scared. "I'll call you when the pizza's done."

"You really do know me well," the Runt said. "Time to go find me some pictures. Women, show me some cummy faces." He got up from the chair. The Runt was gone just like that.

I sat at the table. My mind was racing again. Sally Berry was so perfect for my plans. She was horny just like Joy, but with one difference. She liked to be video taped anyway. She would fuck me and let the Runt record the action right from the car. I've heard her discuss amateur porn tapes she made with various boyfriends over the years with my mother. Faking sleep was something I often did. It was as tasty as apples and as soothing as rain, plus you learned an awful lot about people when they thought you were asleep.

For the next few hours the Runt and I figured out ways to pass the time. We ate the pizza, looked for beautiful pictures of facially cum blasted woman, printed a few of our favorites, screwed around on a few chatlines where we pretended to be horny young teens searching for older men, made another Red Baron supreme pizza, printed some more pictures, talked about Sally and other woman who would be good for Dreamcatcher Productions and finally we watched a little TV with my mother. 

"It's getting late," my mother said at midnight. "I can't believe how much time went by. We haven't talked like this since you were little."

"When I was ten we stayed up all night and talked about dad," I said. My dad died nine years old. He was forty-two years old when heart attack took his life at a train station. He died alone at 3:30 in the morning. My mother's eyes were suddenly watery, but she refused to cry.

"Those were the days," my mother said. "You remember Dan, Ryan?"

"A little bit," the Runt said. "I didn't really hang out with James back then."

"He wasn't worthy of my company," I cracked on the Runt. "Hannibal is an awful movie by the way. Silence of the Lambs is one hundred times better. Can you believe we watched both of those movies." My mother and I haven't spent the day watching movies and having a good time in a long while. I kind of missed the days when we did. Times were going by fast. Opportunities like this would not come along very often when I began college in the fall.

"Well I'm beat," my mother said. "This old woman needs her sleep." She got up and waited for me to say something. When I didn't say anything, she did. "You're supposed to say I'm not old at all."

"I would," I said immediately, "but you taught me never to lie." She tapped me lightly on the shoulder. "Good night, mother." She disappeared into her room. A minute later I heard her voice from her room.

"Don't forget to pick up Sally at the strip club," she called. I didn't have to say anything. Sally was all over my mind. I thought about her every ten minutes. She gave me an erection every twenty minutes.

"It's already past midnight," the Runt said when my mother began snoring in her room. She snored louder than most men, a quality most men found disgusting. I didn't mind the snoring myself. I was used to it by now.

At 1:24 on the dot the Runt and I left the apartment. I didn't want to pick up Sally in my beat up beige station wagon so I grabbed my mother's car keys. My mom owned a brand new 2002 Sebring LX Coupe. I don't know how she can afford the car on a waitress's salary and mother refused to do any explaining. I got in the car, opened the passenger side door for the Runt, started the car up and drove away thinking about my destination and the woman who waits there. Sally the Stripper. Horny as can be. She makes amateur porn with her boyfriends. She has the same kind of little crush on me that Joy did. But did she want me? Would she give into me? I was pretty sure she would.

The Coupe was a fun car to drive. On dark isolated roads I drove at one hundred miles an hour, sometimes a lot faster. The Runt didn't care much for my reckless driving, but was to nervous to let me know about it. During more pleasant driving the Runt skimmed through the James Patterson novel: Roses Are Red. My mom loves thrillers and horror stories by any author. On the back seat were four other James Patterson novels, recently bought from Wal-Mart. The books were Violets Are Blue, 1st To Die, Black Friday and When The Wind Blows. Violets Are Blue was the only hardcover book my mom had purchased, the rest were paperbacks.

"This guy's pretty crazy," the Runt said. "The killer fucks a dead woman." He laughed as if it were a great joke. "He fucked a couple dead woman, in fact."

"You can read that fast," I wondered out loud.

"Hell no. This book is over three hundred pages. But the chapters are short. Makes skimming the pages easier."

The Runt skimmed other four James Patterson novels while I drove. He also likes thrillers and certain horror stories, but he had never read a James Patterson novel I suppose. He read The Silence of the Lambs and Hannibal ten times already. He also reads John Sandford and Stephen King. Sally Barry was the only important thing running through my mind. The camera was laid out under the Runt's feet. Dreamcatcher Production's second victim would be sitting in the Coupe shortly. Life felt good for the first time in years.

"Finally," I said. It was 1:33 in the morning. There was a full moon in the dark sky. Sally Berry was leaving Jennings Heights Strip Club. She walked past two big black guys who provided security and a punch that would leave any horny man willing to go to far nice and unconscious. "Go sit in the back," I told the Runt. "Take the camera. It's almost show time."

The Runt climbed over the front passenger side seat and took a seat in the back. Sally spotted the Coupe and waved at me. She broke into a small jog toward the car. I watched her gorgeous, large breasts shake. I was feeling really good at the moment. She was sitting in the car a minute later. "I got worried when I couldn't find the station wagon," she said. "But I saw the Coupe and I was like, thank you Jesus." Her voice was a still a little scratchy, right on the borderline of annoying, but I could live with it. I have for a couple years. Sally's hair was cut short and dark red. She had a cute button nose and plump red cheeks. She always looked like she was blushing. Her teeth were sparkling white, her eyes were very blue and she always smiled. She was five foot eleven and very trim. Her breasts were nice and big. My mom called her Madam Melons. She were tight black latex bustier with no bra to support her melons. She also wore tight black leather shorts to show off her long, slender legs. The only thing on her body that didn't match were her Nike shoes. Earlier in the night, while working I was almost sure, she had worn leather boots too. Sally didn't like leather boots or high heel shoes, however, she just liked to be comfortable, so she wore the gym shoes.

"God I'm glad to be out of that hell hole," she said when we start riding off. "Hey, Runty," she acknowledged my friend. She was watching me while I drove. Sally was almost looking into my soul. I wondered what was going on. Did she some how know what I had planned? Did she read my face? My mind. What was going on? Why was she staring at me?

"What's wrong?" I finally asked. "You keep staring at me."

"I know about what you and Joy did last night," she said. The words took me by surprise. "Keep driving. Don't slow down. I know because she told me." Her hand reached out. Suddenly Sally was rubbing my cock through my jeans. This was the weirdest happy moment of my life. I was getting incredibly hard real fast. "It feels as big and hard as Joy described it." She squeezed harder. I wondered if she knew about the camera. No, I decided, she would have brought it up. "Pull into this alley coming up," she said. I could tell she was turned on. She sounded incredibly horny all of a sudden.

"She told me how she sucked your cock," Sally continued. "She told me how you fucked her titties. It made me so horny." I looked at her for a moment. The bustier was off. Her titties were exposed. She was rubbing her nipples with her hand. I turned the car light on as soon as I made the stop in the middle of the alley. The Runt had the camera to his face. Sally didn't notice the camera, I suppose or she just didn't care. "Don't mind us, Runty," she said to him. "This is something I need to do."

She leaned into me from the passenger side seat and began sucking at my cock through my jeans. I'd never seen anyone this horny before. She was absolutely crazy with just. I squeezed her big breasts while she treated me through my jeans. Desperately she began pulling jeans down to my ankles. She sucked my erected cock through the fabric of my boxer shorts. I slid down her panties and began to slowly finger what felt like a finely shaved vagina. She mumbled all sorts erotic words during all this, but I didn't understand a word. She slid off my boxers and took the head of my penis into her hot mouth.

Sally was stroking my cock with her tongue, moving up and down as if her tongue was a brush and she were painting my cock. She licked my balls, slowly took one into her mouth, then sucked the other into her mouth. My finger was sliding into her pussy faster. She finally took my nine inch cock into her mouth. I could tell she really wanted me. Sally really loved cock. She braced herself with her left forearm. She bobbed her between my legs. She had taken my entire length without much problem, just like Joy had. I wondered how my mother met two sluts like these. I grabbed her by the back of the head. I pushed her into my cock. I felt her tongue swirling all the shaft of my penis, licking all around. "You taste so good," she said to come up for breath. She spit on my cock and stroked me with her hand. She came toward me. We kissed for a moment, then she went back down. I had fingers in her pussy and a handful of titty. I was in heaven for the second night in a row. I looked back at the Runt who had no expression on his face. He was a professional.

I began thrusting up and down into her mouth. I banged me knee and the wheel, but I was oblivious to the pain. I moved faster. Harder. I was fucking her mouth while she was on my lap. She met every thrust I made. She stayed in the groove for about two minutes, then we decided to have some for fun. 

I pushed the passenger side seat down. Sally laid back as horny as ever. He titties were facing the roof. Her nipples were hard. She was on her back just like I'd always wanted her. I positioned myself on the passenger side seat. I picked her legs up. Control. I felt in control. The Runt looked on. He moved positions so that he could get a good shot. I moved and sucked her titties for a minute. I stuck my head between her perfect, beautiful breasts. I've never been this horny. The camera gave me the power. I felt the power earlier in the morning, watching myself fuck Joy on camera. I was being transformed. Sally still hadn't said anything about the camera. She never would either.

I stuck the head of my penis into her asshole. I was very gentle. Her asshole was a lot tighter than I thought it would be. I let her sphincter muscles adapt to the head. Sally was fingering her pussy like woman possessed my the devil. It reminded a little of The Exorcist. "Fuck my ass," she screamed. "Fuck me." This was one of my mom's friend. The thought excited me. I pushed my cock deeper into her ass. I was three inches in now. "Do it. I love it so much. Don't stop. Fuck me. Deeper." I pushed in a little further. Sally pushed one of her titties to her face and began sucking and biting her own nipple. I planted my entire cock into her ass. Again I waited. I let the sphincter muscles adapt to my cock. Slowly I began pumping in and out of her ass. Sally had been fucked in the ass a few times, but she hadn't as much as I figured. She screamed loudly for the camera. Every pump caused her too shout. I loved the feeling. My cock was nine inches long and pretty thick.

I held on two her ankles with my hands. I squeezed. I was thrusting into more quickly now. I loved the way her breasts rocked back and forth. Her pussy juices were leaking all over my cock. Sally masturbated herself into several orgasms. I pulled out of her, then rammed it back. Three minutes into fucking her ass she had another orgasm. I held onto her while her body went into a rage. 

After ten minutes of this my body was wasted. I couldn't hold back from cumming another second. I warned her. Told her I was cumming. I straddled her chest and pushed cock toward her face. I looked at the Runt. This was his favorite part, I knew him well. "Oh fuck," I shouted. My first stream of cum connected with her right eye, cheek and forehead. A second stream caught chin, lips and bridge of her cute button nose. I stroked my cock harder, letting more and more cum fly. She opened her mouth and let the cum leak into her mouth. She swallowed at my cum desperately, wanting every remaining drop. When we were all done, I almost collapsed right on top of Sally, but managed to get myself dressed and move to my seat. 

Another victim, some more action for the camera.

"Let's get out of here," Sally said. She getting dressed, cleaning herself off. "I hope you like the movie we made. I really loved your cock. We should do this again some time."

"Maybe," I said.

The drive home was peaceful. Sally was already out of my mind though. I was thinking about the next victim. I had the perfect person, and the best part was, she would come right to me. Dreamcatcher Productions would not die this time.