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Deanna's Story Ch. 1

By: The_Druggist



I slowly eased my still hard cock out of her. I looked down at the naked unconscious figure beneath me. Her perfect little body glistened with sweat, my sweat that is. Her pretty eyes still hidden behind her lids, peaceful, still unaware that her body had been violated, treated no better than any porn store fuck doll. It was getting near morning and Doug would be back soon. I had fucked her missionary style this last time, imagining her moaning and begging me to pump her harder. Having fucked her on and off for hours now it took me awhile along with much sweat to cum in her this third time. I leaned over, kissed each breast and then got out of bed. I switched off the video camera and began to clean her up.

Her name was Deanna. I had met her a year earlier at my younger brother's wedding. She was his best man's girlfriend, and boy was she something. She had on this little black number that didn't even reach her knees, which was good because her legs were awesome, long and lean. I'd have given a years salary to kiss from her knees on up to her inner thigh. Twice I got caught staring by my now ex-wife. Deanna didn't show much cleavage, which was fine, because her dress fit snugly over her small but firm tits. She must have worn a very thin or perhaps no bra as I could definitely make out some perky nipples popping through on occasion. Of course the long blonde hair, dreamy eyes and gorgeous smile left me unsure whether I was falling in love with her or just dying to fuck her. I looked over at my wife Mary...then back at her...definitely both. Later that night I would fuck my wife imagining it was her.

I had known her boyfriend Doug for a few years now since he was my brother's best friend, though I couldn't imagine how this lucky dog landed this sweet thing, and the fact that he gets to bang her was almost too much.

It was now a year later and I was one wife shyer. We had been split for 3 months now and I hadn't been with anyone for awhile now. Needless to say I was quite horney. I'd even go for a 'sleeping Mary' as I'd call it. Mary would often down more than a few sleeping pills to get to sleep. It wasn't long before I found that I could do most anything to her and she wouldn't have the slightest idea I had fucked her. That is if I cleaned her up afterwards.

Out of the blue I get a phone call from Doug. It seems he and Deanna (still together the lucky dog) were tripping out to visit my brother and wife and wondered if they could crash at my place. I just happen to live halfway between their six hour total drive. I told them it would be no problem at all. After the call my mind raced. I needed to get the cam set up so I could some hidden video of her changing. I got a raging hard on just thinking that I might get to see that sleek little body, even a bra and panty shot would be killer. I fought with my self on whether to hide it in the guest room or the bathroom. I opted for the guest room, since they might, just might, have sex. I set to work fitting the cam behind the vent in the room. Little did I know I would never have need for it, at least not there anyway. A lucky break would leave the poor innocent thing alone here with only my lecherous imagination.

Doug and Deanna arrived around six. Even dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt she still radiated an amazingly delicious aura. Perhaps it was the wisp of perfume I caught as she walked smilingly by me into the house. Noticing the Doug was behind the car getting their suitcase out I was unable to prevent myself (oh hell, preventing my ass) from checking her out from the rear. Her ass was perfect, her jeans tightly outlining her wonderful shape. I wondered, and hoped, my camera would catch it in its full nude glory.

When they both were inside, they immediately started to argue (not argue, but disagree). Doug had checked in earlier with work and found serious problems back at the main office. He had just begun his new job and Deanna felt that he had better go back and take care of it. He didn't want to, but finally agreed. They soon decided that she would stay here and he would come back in the morning. I asked why she wouldn't go with (and then immediately kicked myself). 

It turns out that it would be another 45 minutes out of the way. He'd just come back in the late morning, pick her up and they'd be on their way. I showed them to the guest room on the other side of the house (it was big since the ex and kids went to live at her mothers). Deanna said she was just going to watch some TV in there for awhile and get to sleep early. I sighed to myself as I looked to where the camera hid. No sex on tape tonite. I left them alone to kiss goodbye and off he went. See ya Doug.

Even as she and I were alone the only evil thoughts I harbored were that of catching her on tape changing. We sat for a bit, gabbed about my brother and new wife and other idle chit chat. Sometimes I hardly heard what she said as I just enjoyed watching her lips move. They were perfect kissing lips. I wondered if she actually let Doug put his cock in her mouth. I instantly imagined what her pouty lips might look like wrapped around a stiff cock. I had to shift positions on the couch as not to show my excitement. At around eight she looked at her watch and said she definitely had to get to bed since she would be driving the rest of the way tomorrow. She crumpled her cute little nose and asked me a question. 

"You wouldn't happen to have anything to help me sleep?" My heart stopped, all bets were off now, reverse polarity. My mind reeled with possibilities, thoughts of a drug induced Mary wondered in and out, my cock got rock hard. Could I really be thinking this? Deanna noticed my pause and added, "I understand if you feel funny about it, so it's okay if you don't." 

I stammered, "No, No, I was just trying to think of what I might have. I'm sure I have some of what Mary used to take for her sleeplessness." 

Deanna smiled. I melted, "Great," she said, "I have such trouble sometimes falling asleep." 

I smiled back, "No problem, and I'll even make you some tea to take back to your room with you. A double dose of sleepiness for you." She laughed. "There's a phone in your room. Why don't you call Doug and see how he's doing?" 

She got up, thanked me for my thoughtfulness and padded off to her room.

I went to the kitchen and turned on the water. Then headed to the bathroom and found the pills. Am I really going to do this? I would just die to touch her skin, maybe even kiss those thighs, maybe more? I took out three pills, Mary's usual dose. Deanna was a bit smaller so it should be just fine. I found myself back in the kitchen crushing up two of the pills and placing the fine powder in the teacup. Holy shit! I'm really doing this, holy fucking shit! My hand shook as I poured the tea and stirred the powder till it disappeared. "Doug's fine!" I almost jumped out of my skin as she popped into the kitchen. 

She giggled, "Oops, sorry to scare you!" 

I forced a laugh as she pointed to the counter, "That it?"

"Yep, but be careful, it'll knock you out like a light!" I couldn't believe I just said that.

She took the single pill in her hand and smiled at me, "I'll be sure to be lying down when I take it." I nodded. "You're so sweet" she added. She took the teacup from my hand, "And I told Doug to call you later when he gets there. So if you don't hear from him in another 2 hours, please wake me." She turned back to her room, "Nite!" she said over her shoulder as she disappeared from sight.

I gulped and went to my own room. What if she tastes it in the tea? What if she doesn't drink it? What if? What if? My cock began to harden. What if she drinks it completely? What could I do? What would I do? What will I do? It was too perfect, she knew she was taking sleeping pills so being groggy in the morning would leave her no more suspicious. I grinned. I figured I give her thirty minutes.

Thirty minutes can take so long.

At twenty-nine minutes and thirty seconds I could wait no longer. I left my room. I quietly made my way through the kitchen and down the hallway towards the guest room. I stood in front of her door for several minutes in silence. I could hear the TV playing softly, but nothing else. Time for the knock. I knocked. No response. I knocked again and still nothing. My shaking hand touched the knob and began to turn. It wouldn't budge. Locked? Oh geez. Not a problem. I reached above the door and grabbed the standard screwdriver shaped key. I knocked once more before I inserted the key and slowly unlocked and opened the door. My heart raced as I opened the door and stepped in. "Deanna?" I called softly. I stepped around the door and there she lay, eyes shut. I stepped to the foot of the bed. "Deanna?" No response. She was definitely out. Holy shit.

She wore only a long football jersey that came down to mid thigh. I've always found woman in jerseys extremely sexy and Deanna was no exception. She had no sweats on though I'm sure she would have panties on. Her legs were bare and gorgeous. My cock, which had been surprisingly limp from anxiousness grew quickly and demanded to be 'fixed' from its cramped position. I arranged myself and stepped to the head of the bed. Her face was quite pretty. A small wisp of hair fell over her eyes and I instinctively brushed it back behind her ear. I then remembered the tea. If she hadn't touched it I was already on dangerous ground. I looked over. My cock grew more. It was nearly empty. I looked at her lying there so peaceful. I whispered, "Deanna, tonight you're mine."

I tested her more, calling her name louder and shaking her arm looking for any sign of consciousness. Nothing, nada, zero, zilch, none. This little Barbie was going to be my sex doll.

I couldn't decide what to do first, then finally decided to start at the bottom, her toes. I moved to the foot of the bed and touched her foot. Her toenails were painted black, making even her feet sexy. I kissed her toes and then her ankles, my eyes fixed on her face, still searching for any movement. My eyes shifted downward trying to get a glimpse up her shirt for a sign of panties. 

I wondered for a moment about what she might wear. A thong? Doubtful. Tiger striped? Yeah, in my wildest. I just prayed they wouldn't be the over the belly white cottons. As I continued to kiss and taste her ankle, my hand slid up and down her calf. My eyes roamed up and down her body, fixating on the spots where her cute little titties hid beneath number 85. God, I could see them right now. But no, wait, there is plenty of time. They looked very nice packaged in there. I loved the small breasted petite gals, so nice and firm. I wondered if they would bounce around slightly when I fucked her. And yes, I was going to fuck her, I had to.

In order to move up between her calves I need to spread her legs a bit, a task I found more erotic than I could have imagined. Her legs spread without protest, in a sense giving me the permission to spread them as far as I would need in order get in position to stick my cock in her. At this point I got up and removed my shirt and pants, finally releasing a very hard cock. Looking down at her I found my hand already wrapped around my self, stroking. My cock demanded attention. It would have to wait a little longer.

I laid back down between her legs, quickly kissing and licking past her calves and knees. I relished the fact that she hadn't showered or bathed, as I much more prefer her true scent rather than that of soap. I knew that each inch north I traveled her scent would increase. I loved to torture myself. To reach the thighs that I've lusted for for a year now I would need to spread her legs further still. I gently pushed her knees apart even more. Her shirt bottom now fell back to her hips and I could make out her panties beneath. Oh, this was just going to be too good. 

Lying on my belly I let my hand caress her thigh. My cock ground into the bed trying to fuck something. At first I had thought I could spend weeks tasting her thighs, but as soon as I got there I was implored to move on, and up. I needed her pussy. I had to expose what she held so secret to the outside world, to smell what so very few, if any, had smelled, and to taste. Had she let any man slide his tongue between her lips and taste her clit? If not, she was about to. I pulled myself up further still and rose up on my elbows, my face above where her pussy waited still hidden. I slowly pulled her shirt further up totally exposing her panties. Yes, she was a Victoria's Secret girl, I should have known. I paused only a moment to note her sexy belly before I leaned down to savor her scent.

Oh yes, her scent was intoxicating. I placed a kiss in the center of the sleek black panty. I looked up at her eyes again. Still sleeping. I laughed at the thought of what I might say if she suddenly woke up. What could I say? I pushed the thought aside. My one hand pulled her panty tightly against her pussy, the thumb of my other hand traced her slit from bottom to top. Again I kissed the top of her inner thigh, now up to her panty line. I had planned to wait just a little longer before revealing her, but my thumb unconsciously began hiking her panty to the side. My kisses continued as her pussy was slowly unveiled before me. 

Before I realized it my lips met hers, my tongue already beginning to part her. She tasted sweeter than I could have imagined as I began to kiss and lick her madly. I had never done this to Mary during her little 'sleeps', I had only just stuck my cock in her, fucked her for a few, shot my load then went to sleep. Now this was something that I know every guy dreams about, but would never admit to, a chance to just do whatever he wanted to a beautiful girl. No pressure to please, no worries of failure, just pure selfish pleasure. Deanna, you can't imagine the gift you are giving me right now. My tongue continued within her, my fingers opening her up to find her tiny clit. Once found I sucked hard exposing it more. Then with a gentle rhythmic sucking motion I pulled her in and out from between my teeth. I imagined her hips moving wildly, her hand pulling my head harder into her as she came.

I moved up on the bed, now lying on my side beside her, her head lay facing away from me. I kissed her neck, again smelling the incredible perfume she wore. My free hand began to wander her body, up her leg, lightly over her pussy, her belly, then over her shirt to where her little titties popped through. My hand moved back to her smooth belly and then back up under her shirt. At this point my cock was against her side rubbing on her hip. It won't be long now. I bit her neck ever so softly as my fingers found her breast. I knew if I even touched my cock it would explode with cum. I kissed her neck more, my hand now traveling from breast to breast gently caressing them. I softly pinched the nipples and they stiffened just slightly. 

My heart skipped a few beats, as I had to sit her up slightly in order to remove her shirt. Up on my knees next to her I pulled the shirt over her head and she softly fell back on the pillow, her long gorgeous hair in disarray over her face. I almost came when I saw her. I had realized she was small on top, but now seeing this sleeping beauty lie here almost nude almost put me in shock. Her petite frame, semi-hairless pussy, tiny titties...god, she looked like she could be 15! I leaned over and sucked on each of her tits, my finger down between her legs sliding in and out of her tight little cunt. God damned, good thing was wasn't 15 because she was going to get fucked no matter what! I sat back and admired her body again. Gee, if I only had my camera.
 How could I miss this? I quickly got off the bed and managed to get the camera out of its hiding place without too much trouble. I also snatched the tripod as I figured I might need it as well. At least after tonight I could relive this over and over through the magic of video. I took several minutes of footage of just her body, even rolling her over on her belly to get a shot of her nice little ass. There is nothing sexier than a sweet young thing in only her panties. It was at this point I removed her panties and exposed her bottom. I forced my self to leave the room quickly to grab my digital cam as well as there would be many shots I could post on the 'net though I could never show her face, lest I be caught for sure!

How many times could I cum tonight? I wondered...

I rolled her on her back again with her head near the side of the bed. It was time for her to suck my cock. Well I guess it would be more of me fucking her mouth. I wasn't even sure it this would work, but I was going to give it a try. I looked at her beautiful little body as I stroked my cock. Squeezing hard, a large drop of precum formed at the end. I took hold of the camera with one hand and focused on her face. Some shots shouldn't be missed. I guided my cock to her lips where I slowly coated her lips with the tip of my cock. The feeling of her lips touching my cock almost sent me over. Her lips glistened as though was ready for a night out. I set the cam down, leaned over and kissed her now wet lips. I stood up, placed the cam on the tripod and started filming. I once again placed my cock at her lips. With one hand I held her chin while I began pushing my cock slowly into her mouth. Back and forth I worked deeper into her mouth, though not very deep as I didn't want her to gag. It was absolutely incredible. Her mouth was warm and wet and my cock slid easily between her lips. I was surprised how well this was working. 

By holding her chin with one hand and the back of her head with the other I was able get a very good rhythm going. I looked down at her nymphlike body. Suddenly it was too late. The first shot of cum went in her mouth, but it pulled out quickly and began to douse her face, hair and neck with wave after wave of cum. My sleeping Deanna was soaked. Holy shit. My cock was still hard and I slid it back in her mouth one last time to clean it off. I would need to clean her up a bit before round two would begin. First though I would take a few pics of her cum soaked face.

Using my shirt I softly wiped the thick stream of cum from her cheek. Much of it had already run down the side of her neck. I didn't even bother with the cum that was splattered in her gorgeous blonde hair. I wondered how my pictures would come out, wanting to run to my computer to see what her cum covered face would look like on my screen. I knew I would be stroking myself to those pics for a long time to come. 

Clean enough for now I returned to feeling her up. I rubbed, squeezed, kissed and sucked on her tits for quite awhile before deciding it had been long enough. I rolled her on her left side and got up on my knees. I wanted a position where my hands would be free. With my right hand I slowly raised her right leg. I moved closer, straddling her left leg, my hard cock now aiming directly at her sweet pussy. I lifted her leg higher and placed it on my shoulder. My cock was now at her opening. Poor Deanna still sleeps peacefully unaware that her legs are spread wide, a hungry cock about to enter her. Using my hand I slowly started working myself inside her. 

She was quite dry still and I knew I might need some help. I spit in my hand and stroked my cock until it was good and slick. I used my other hand to open her lips for me. In three strokes I was completely inside her. I held her leg tight I began humping away. My left hand squeezed her little ass. How I would love to fuck that, but one can't be stupid. I did, at one point, work a finger in her ass. I wondered briefly if Deanna would enjoy my cock and finger alternatingly pumping her ass and pussy with each stroke. 

For awhile I watched transfixed as my cock slide in and out of her. I pumped harder. Each time my cock slammed into her I could hear a breath come from her mouth. I loved that sound and pumped even harder as my orgasm built.


Deanna's Story Ch. 1



The ringing of the phone almost stopped my heart. I had forgotten about Doug's call. I thought about letting it ring and just cum. I was barely able to stop fucking Deanna as I reached over and answered the phone. It was Doug all right, all worn out from his ride. He had just gotten into work. How was Deanna? I looked down at her, my cock buried deep inside her. Oh, she was fine, I assured him the she was probably fast asleep. 

"Great, I'll tell her, see you in the morning." I hung up the phone, smiled, and began pumping again. Oh baby, oh baby, yes, mmmmm. Cum flooded out my cock and inside Deanna. I was sure I would never stop cuming. My spasms finally subsided. I softly kissed her calf and slowly lowered her leg. My soft cock slid out of her. I was covered with sweat. I lay down beside her and kissed her back. I had never felt better.

I fucked her a few more times that night. Of course I needed a few breaks for food and beer. Then, every so often, I would think of the naked girl in the next room and I would have to go back. I was only able to cum once more that night but that didn't stop me from enjoying her. Once I put her high heels on her tiny feet and then proceeded to pin her knees back to her shoulders and fuck her as her toes pointed to the ceiling. My kinkier side found her blindfolded, face down, her hands and feet tied to the bedposts. I placed a pillow under her belly and fucked my bound princess from behind. 

It was quite late when I decided I was too tired to fuck her anymore. I took a quick shower and had a cold drink. Having only cum twice I had really wanted to cum once more. I walked back into her room and she lay there perfect, naked, and beautiful. My cock grew hard once more. I climbed on the bed one last time. I moved between her legs, working my cock in her once again. I laid on her gently, her breasts pressed against my chest. I kissed her cheek, lips, and eyelids as I fucked her. I enjoyed this last fuck, wondering if I would ever get to be with such a sweet little thing again. After I came in Deanna I kissed her one last time. I'd probably never see her again. Well, not in person anyway.



Deanna's Story Ch. 2



I slowly hung up the phone. My heart raced. I could hardly believe it. She was coming back.

It had been four months since I last saw, or should I say fucked the hell out of, Deanna. I could still remember the feeling of her leg on my shoulder as I drove my cock deep inside her again and again. Her eyes closed, her mind blank she would never be aware of the waves of cum I filled her with. And now, just maybe, another chance to repeat my assault on her body.

My life was getting better. I even had a new girlfriend, although sex wasn't as regular as I'd have liked it. Things were good and I only occasionally looked back at the photos and video of Deanna. But now she calls out of the blue, wanting to use the setting of my house to do a photo shoot with her Uncle Jim whoever the hell he was. Life was very good again. She would be here two weeks before Christmas. I had a feeling MY Christmas was cumming early this year.

Deanna and Uncle Jim would be here in about two hours. I could hardly wait. I doubted greatly that I would even dare try anything, but just to see her infectious smile, gorgeous eyes and smell her perfume might be enough. I did, however, plant my video camera in her vent again. I mean, how could I miss her changing in and out of outfits all afternoon? I stroked myself as the TV emanated images of my cock pumping into her mouth followed by the spraying of her face with my cum. I continued stroking myself as I clicked through images of her on my computer screen. Sequenced digital pictures of my finger pulling her panty aside. The final shot: her pussy exposed, every detail for me to examine and learn by heart. 

Another series beginning with my cock poised to enter her. With each click I would disappear further into her until, eventually, I was buried to the hilt. I was careful not to climax. Perhaps, just perhaps, I could use it later on that night. I shut down my computer and reluctantly pressed the eject button on the VCR. Her unconscious image disappeared from the screen. I needed a cold shower. Maybe I should have cum while watching. There is a saying that you should never go shopping while hungry. It was too late now.

They arrived around two o'clock. I had figured Uncle Jim to be an old fogey that could be easily dispensed of, but he was quite young, only about 10 years older than myself. And when Deanna introduced him as her guardian angel I knew I was in for my moneys worth. Deanna, of course, was as effervescent as ever and greeted me with a big hug. The pang of guilt faded as quickly as my noticing her black leggings beneath her long coat.

I helped them in with their stuff, bringing it back to 'our' room. They wanted to start soon, as darkness was only a few hours away. Jim absolutely loved the setting here. I looked around at the snow covered ground as it fell away to the woods and pond and noticed it as well. He thought it would be perfect for the shoot. I told him that anytime he wanted to come up with Deanna or any other models it would be fine with me. Deanna slapped my shoulder and jokingly scolded me, as she knew I had a girlfriend.

The shoot went well as far as I could tell. Each time she disappeared back to the house to change my cock grew stiff. I had hoped for a racier photo shoot, but these weren't exactly sexy lingerie shots. Nevertheless she looked stunning in each and every outfit. Even ol Jim was likable but way too attentive for my liking. By 5:30 it was already too dark so we packed up for the night. They would get up early for a morning shoot.

We ordered in food and had a great evening. I even managed to get Jim to do a shot or two with me. I got a fire going and intentionally made it too big. I would hate to have to see Deanna sit there in a big bulky sweater all night. Sure enough, before long she excused herself to her room and returned with her leggings and a tee shirt. I had thought her jeans made her ass look awesome, those leggings encased it perfectly, along with her legs. Although I no longer had to imagine what her ass looked like naked, or what it would be like to be between those luscious legs it was almost worse now. It was because I was there and wanted it again. I looked at Jim and wondered how the hell I was going to pull this off. For god sake, her room was just down the hall and his room was just across from that.

As the evening wore on I knew Deanna would not be up much longer. Even though it was only nine o'clock I figured I'd test the waters. When Jim had left the room I asked her if she would okay getting to sleep. She said she's been sleeping well these days without any help but would probably take something tonight to help her. She grabbed my hand and looked serious at me. "Don't worry, I've got my own with me tonight." She then smiled at me and continued "but when I'm ready I could use a cup of tea." My hand began to sweat. I nodded and told her I'd be glad to. She then shared with me how her medication, despite its low dose, often gave her strange dreams. I wondered if she had any dreams the night I raped her. I ran scheme after scheme through my head. It would be easy enough to get Deanna passed out, but what about Jim. The shots he drank seemed to have no effect on him, as he seemed sharp as ever. He also looked like he enjoyed stayed up very late. I wouldn't dare try to drug him, he would certainly catch on. Shortly, the phone rang. It was Doug checking in on Deanna. My plan came to me. Not the greatest plan, but a plan nonetheless.

As Deanna gabbed on the phone I excused myself down the hallway to the bathroom. Just out of sight I slipped in Deanna's room and quickly unlocked the window. I cheap ploy, but entrance through the door was out of the question. I then headed to the bathroom where I prepared my sleeping mixture. I placed the crushed powder in a small vial and slipped it in my pocket. She would have to be out cold. I didn't trust her meds to do the job. On my way back down the hall I flicked on the attic fan. I would need all the sound masking I could get.

As I returned to the room I overheard Deanna mentioning how tired she was to Doug. I headed to the kitchen, grabbed the teapot and motioned to her as she spoke. She smiled and nodded. I motioned to Jim and he just stuck out his tongue in disgust. He did ask if I had any coffee. That's all I needed.

Deanna finished her call just as I poured her 'tea'. Once again my hand shook as I poured, the white powder dissipating into the swirling mixture. She gave Uncle Jim a kiss on the cheek and thanked me very graciously as she took her cup and headed off to bed. I watched her walk off down the hall. I returned to the room with Jim. I was in no hurry.

Jim and I talked for awhile, mostly about Deanna and what a great girl she was. We turned on the TV and watched the sports scores and the news. About and hour after Deanna had left for bed and Jim was in the kitchen, I got up and went into my room. I had decided that it was best that Jim think I was not at home, since if he needed me and I wasn't around, well, I just decided it was best. I set my computer to automatically call my home line in 5 minutes. I then returned to the room. In exactly five minutes the phone rang. I answered it and gave my best fake conversation I could muster. My girlfriend would need me to pop over to help her out with something. Jim winked at me knowing what the pop in meant. As a pretended to talk I switched off the ringer on the phone. Hell, I really wouldn't want her calling while I was 'busy'. I hung up and asked him if he'd be okay. Jim said he'd probably be hitting the sack in a little while and not to worry about the house.

I went back to my room for any last checks. My heart raced with excitement. I loved this adrenaline rush. I changed into sweatpants with no underwear, might as well go streamlined. I grabbed my keys and wallet and headed out. Jim gave me a thumbs up as I left. The poor guy just doesn't realizing that he was cheering me on to go fuck his little niece in the next room while she slept. I laughed to myself as I closed the door behind me.

Of course I had to get in my car and drive off. I circled around and parked in a spot that was near my house. I trudged through the snow on the way back to the house. At this point I realized that I might have to do something about the tracks I was leaving. I'd figure that out later. I came up to Deanna's window. I had intentionally left the curtain open the tiniest crack so I would be able to look in. I could see the TV was on but she was deeply asleep. I slowly lifted the window open and climbed in. I had undone my boots before jumping up so they would stay outside. Don't need to be dragging in any snow. I stepped in and closed the window. I took off my coat and set it down next to the nightstand. Her empty teacup sat there. I looked at Deanna lying there under the covers. So peaceful, so beautiful with the light of the TV flickering on her face. My cock was hard as a rock.

I walked to the door, checked the lock, and listened closely for sounds in the hallway. The hum of the ceiling fan was the only thing to be heard. I returned to her bedside, stripped off my clothes and placed them on the chair near the window. I then lifted the cover and slid under the sheets next to Deanna. Somehow it seemed so natural to climb into bed with her, I wished I could do it every night. She still wore the same tee shirt but when my legs touched hers I could quickly tell the leggings were gone.

I pulled myself close to her warm body. The frigid night air had chilled me more than I had realized. On any other night she would have jumped at the touch of my cold hand on her warm belly, but tonight she lay motionless. I kissed her neck and savored the faint smell of her perfume. I made a mental note to find out which brand she wore as it would be my new girlfriends next present. Though she was a far stretch from Deanna's natural beauty, it's amazing what the mind can imagine when the eyes are closed. My cock grew hard as rubbed slowly against her leg. This time there would be no agonizing teasing. My hand slid up under her shirt and began fondling her pert little titties. Not grabbing and squeezing, but just barely grazing with only the tips of my fingers. The sensation gave me shivers as I traced up and around her nipple and then across her chest to her other breast to repeat the process. Only then did the whole of my hand take a firmer grip of her and begin to softly squeeze and pinch in hopes of stiffening her nipples. I could feel wetness at the tip of my cock where it rubbed against her.

I rose up on my elbow and hiked up her shirt exposing her breasts. I looked up at her face again but the only motion was the colors from the TV altering her complexion. I then leaned over and placed my lips on her breast and began kissing and sucking. As I enjoyed the taste of her sweet breast, my hand wandered south and began caressing her pussy through her panties. I would occasionally stop rubbing her and stroke myself. At one point I stopped sucking on her, took her little hand in mine and wrapped it around my cock. Holding her hand in place with mine I was able to have her jerk me off. I could feel each and every finger on me. Even though I knew I would be able to cum this way I had better plans for my orgasm.

I returned to her body, kissing her belly while my fingers worked themselves under her panties and into her pussy. It wasn't long before I decided that the panties had to go. In just a few moments they were lying somewhere on floor next to the bed. Now in a semi-sixty-nine position, my feet up near the head of the bed, I began to taste her for the second time. My fingers gently pulled her lips apart allowing me to find her clit. I took long strokes with my tongue on her. Then it happened. She moved.

It wasn't much, but her hips definitely moved. It was not in a random motion either, but rather in a rotating fashion not unlike that of a woman enjoying being licked. My heart stopped, as did my assault on her clit. I heard a deep sigh come from her. I lay motionless for a few minutes unable to move. There was no further movement. I turned back around and lay on my side next to her. I pulled the cover back up over her, but returned my hand back between her legs. I watched her eyes intently as my finger slowly worked itself back inside her. I considered getting out of there right then, but my cock wasn't going anywhere, not yet anyway. I was slowly fucking her with my finger when she moved again. Her hips gyrated and once again she let out a deep breath. Her face then turned away from me and that's when I noticed the 'other' teacup on the dresser. I realized then that one of the cups must have been left from when my kids stayed over last. I got up on my elbows and winced when I was easily able to tell the cup was still well over half full. My cock corrected me, it was half-EMPTY. I rationalized. With her medication plus some of mine she should still be pretty well out. I was at least sure she just wasn't going to wake straight up. I'd continue.

I began rubbing her again and my fear slowly turned to excitement with each of her movements. Occasionally she would mumble something under her breath. When I began to feel wetness inside her I knew I wasn't going anywhere until I fucked her, and that time was now.

I was still on her right side and she on her back when I moved down her body just a bit. I took her right leg and carefully began to pull it over my legs. I positioned myself on my side and hiked her leg over my hip. She was now ready for me. I worked her now spread pussy with my fingers in order to bring some more wetness out. That's when I heard a definite 'No Doug, no'. I looked up at her. Her eyes were still glued shut. She had spoken in only a whisper and was silent again. I moved my hips closer to her and I could feel the hairs of her pussy on the tip of my cock. I couldn't believe how excited I was. I wanted to slam my cock right in and blow my load.

I held her lips open as I worked the head of my cock inside her. Her hand was suddenly on mine and she whispered again. "no, no, up early for shoot, Doug please" I didn't move wondering if her eyes would suddenly pop open, but Deanna fell silent again. My cock slid further inside her. Would Doug have continued to fuck her if she had to get up early? Well, tonight he would.

I could never properly explain the incredible feeling of having Deanna's warm and wet pussy wrapped around me. And even though she thought it was her boyfriends dick stuck inside her I didn't mind in the least.

I removed my hand from between her legs and returned to caressing her breast. I let her hand remain at her pussy, her fingers resting against my moving cock. I fucked her slow and deliberate, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding my entire length back in. I was in heaven when she would move. Out of nowhere her hips would begin to gyrate for about twenty seconds. I could feel her squeezing me. I had never before felt that sensation and realized that I must have missed a lot of things with the women I chose. Whenever she moved she would also speak in a whispering tone. I kept waiting for her to respond in the positive but it was always "no" or "stop". She was definitely one of those 'when I say no I really mean yes' girls. I didn't matter anyway, she would soon have a load of my cum deep inside her.

I could have fucked her all night, but I was ready to go now. I pulled back the covers so I could watch her move. I felt my orgasm coming but waited until she started moving again. I then shoved my cock as far as I could into her tight wet pussy and held it there. When her cunt began squeezing my cock I let my cum flow. Deanna would never realize that she was now fucking me, grinding on my cock, making me cum inside her. I watched her hips move and thought of what an incredible fuck she must be when she was awake. I would have loved nothing more than to have her cum but just as before her labored breathing and movements stopped. I pumped her a few more times squirting the last of my cum. I lay perfectly still with my cock still rock hard inside her. It was then that I heard noises outside her room. From under her door I could see the lights go on in the hallway. It was time to go. I reluctantly slid out of her. I cleaned her up as best as I could, put her panties back on and tucked her in. I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and headed to the window. I stopped short when I heard another noise from the hallway. I walked slowly over to the door to listen. That's when, to my horror, I found the door slightly ajar. I knew I had locked it. But if Jim had opened it, why didn't he come in? Holy shit! I knew I was dead, he would surely tell Deanna, Doug and the local police. I decided to go out the window anyway, just in case for some reason he didn't actually look in.

When I came back in the front door Jim was waiting. I was relieved he wasn't carrying a bat but awaited the verbal onslaught. When he finished talking all I could do was nod my head in agreement.

To Be Continued...



Deanna's Story Ch. 3



Was it a dream come true or was it a nightmare? I hadn't decided yet. It was now three weeks since my little talk with Uncle Jim and tonight would be my first 'appearance'. All that I knew was that there was this pretty little housewife locked up in his apartment and I was supposed to fuck the hell out of her. Apparently she was to submit to any and all of my sexual requests. The only funky part about the whole deal was that Jim would be there watching, directing and filming my assault on her body. 

Jim was quite impressed with the little tape he found of me raping his unconscious niece. He told me that a tape like that could fetch a very large sum of cash over in Japan. Those crazy fucking Japanese were into just about anything and that screwing a sleeping girl was high on their list, especially when it's a hot little blonde American girl. He also reminded me that the local police would also have a great interest in the tape. But I needn't worry as Jim and I would be great friends as long as I 'helped' him out on some of his projects. At some point he would have me do it again, though not necessarily with Deanna. Tonight though 'Angel' would be wide awake when my cock entered her. The theme? Blackmail. Ironic in fact that dear old Jim will be blackmailing both Angel and I, though I'm sure she is looking forward to this much less than me. I wasn't sure what he had over this girl and Jim really wasn't into sharing those details.

I arrived at his 'secret' apartment around eight o'clock and Jim promptly answered the door. He invited me in, handed me a beer and told me to have a seat as Angel was not here yet. When I looked around the place he told me it was just one of many little studios he would rent, since he didn't think the wife would approve. I laughed nervously then questioned what exactly was going on that night. Basically he was going to film me fucking Angel in various positions as well as sit back and watch. He was going to enjoy watching me do her just as he had enjoyed watching me fuck his little niece. He was actually disappointed that my performance was not only tame, but also brief that night. For the first time it occurred to me that maybe he even slipped into in her room after me, that horny bastard.

We talked for a while more about things. It was mostly Jim bragging about his awards and photography expertise. Finally he got up and told me it was time. I looked around in wonder. Funny, I didn't hear anyone come in. I got up and followed him to the back bedroom. Shit, I hoped he wasn't into the gay thing because I sure as hell wasn't going to do any of that. I needn't have worried for as I entered the room I saw a very sexy girl sitting on the bed. She looked up startled at us. She was quite pretty, as Jim had promised. Her long curly red hair fell upon her shoulders and her hazel eyes looked up at me in shame. I could tell she had been drinking, though she didn't seem in the partying mood. My eyes were immediately drawn to her chest where she displayed a very nice set of tits. 

Her pink tube top did nothing to conceal the perfect size or shape of them. She wore a very short skirt and a pair of those black fuck me pumps. Looking her over I could picture her sitting at a barstool at one of those yuppie bars. Her legs were crossed and her foot bobbed nonchalantly. She would be the type to ignore most of us waiting for Joe Adonis to come along. I felt a twinge of excitement. I had never known what it was like to fuck one of those hot barflies, so tonight Angel was going to make up for it all. I also noticed next to the bed were two video cameras on tripods, one was running.

Jim looked at me. "Ron, this is Angel." I nodded my head. "Angel, this is Ron, the man that is going to fuck you for me." She looked up at me. "Say hello Angel." Jim added in a stern voice. "Hello" she whispered meekly. When she spoke her lips glistened. Jim also hadn't lied about those 'fuck me' lips of hers. My cock grew hard, as I knew I would soon have those wet lips wrapped around it.

"Would you like to suck on her tits?" he asked. "Sure" I stammered. "Well, then go ahead, don't be shy." Jim then moved behind one of the cameras and looked into the viewfinder. I looked at Angel unsuredly. She took a large drink from her glass and set it down on the nightstand. I had never walked up to a girl I had never known and just started sucking on her tits. Jim looked up at me. "Go ahead, remember she's there for you to do whatever you want. Isn't that right Angel?" She looked at Jim and then me. She nodded slowly in agreement. This was going to take a little getting used to.

I walked over to the bed where Angel was sitting. I knelt down on my knees in front of her legs. Taking a knee in each hand I slowly pulled them apart. I was a little surprised to see the white of some very tiny panties underneath. I had her move more off the edge of the bed so that her butt was on the very edge. Moving in closer to her between her legs I now had full access to those sweet tits that were only inches away. I looked up at her face but she only looked over my shoulder at the camera. Her skin was a very milky white as is with most redheads and it appealed to me greatly. She sat very still as I put my hands on her breasts and used my thumbs to massage her nipples through the thin material. 

Without even my asking she took the edge of her top with both her hands and lifted it up and over her head. Her breasts were even whiter than the rest of her, her pale pink nipples just beginning to stiffen. Having never fucked a redhead I wondered what other treasures my little barslut had in store for me. What the hell I thought as I put my mouth on that perfect breast and began sucking on it. "That's my boy" I heard Jim say. I felt Angel take a deep breath as I began to suck harder, my hand moving to her other breast. I switched breasts and began sucking hard on that one. Again my hand squeezed and pinched her free breast. My cock grew cramped, hard within my pants. As I tasted the salt of her skin I realized that this WAS going to be a dream come true. I let my tongue circle her nipples. 

I noticed a few flashes as Jim took some still shots. "Angel" He said, "Why don't you lay back on the bed." As she lay back her skirt pulled up revealing a transparent white thong panty. "How about a taste of that sweet thing?" Jim laughed as he pulled her panty to the side exposing her pussy fully before me. It was sweet looking indeed, her fine red hair unable to hide her prominent pussy lips. He didn't have to ask me twice. He released her panty and stepped away. I pushed her legs further apart, moved up close and traced her panty line with my tongue. Seeing her red pubic hair through her panties was incredibly erotic as was the sweet perfume smell. Sexy as it was I was quick to pull it to the side so I could taste her. I began to eagerly lick and kiss her pussy. 

She had the most incredible musky scent and taste that drove me wild. I worked myself deeper inside her. Jim moved the camera to a new position on its tripod to catch my pussy licking. He then moved to the opposite side of the bed above her head, folded his arms and watched. I kept working Angel's clit intently although I had yet to get a reaction out of her. I sucked her clit into my mouth and was pleased by the sudden added wetness of her pussy. I was finally getting a reaction. That's when I looked up and saw Jim still on the other side of the bed, but now his cock was out and he was stroking it above her face. Looking up her body, between her breasts I could tell she was looking up at him. I guess she had a thing for being watched or something. He spoke to her as he stroked. 

"Does his tongue feel good Angel?" I could hear her whisper 'Uh-huh'. I also felt her hips move slightly as her hands gripped her legs. A large wedding ring adorned her left hand. I wondered what lie she may have made up to get out of the house this evening. Hell, he may have had her locked up all day for all I knew. My cock was aching now. While I licked her I unzipped myself and pulled my cock out through my shorts and began to stroke myself.

Jim noticed my actions and moved around the bed. "Why don't you let Angel watch you do that? As you can tell, she loves to watch." As I stood up Jim 'helped' Angel to slide to the side of the bed so that her head was near the foot of the bed and her feet near the headboard. She was lying on her back right on the edge so that she was almost falling off. I looked down at her naked body, reached out and fondled her breast. I was just beginning to enjoy this helpless woman.

"Sure." was my response. Jim just shrugged his shoulders at her and grabbed his camera. I removed my pants and stood with my cock inches above Angel's face. I wrapped my hand around myself and began stroking in front of her face. Her eyes were fixated on my cock I could tell from the very start that she hated being here but was now realizing that she was a highly sexual girl that was unable to stop herself from getting excited.

"I think she'd like to kiss it" came Jim's voice from behind the camera. I took my hand off my cock and lowered my hardon to her lips. I felt her kiss me softly as I began to slowly slide my cock across her fuck-me, or should I say 'suck-me', lips. They parted slightly and I began rocking my cock back and forth over her open mouth. Her lips were very wet now and I could now feel her tongue tasting me as I slid by. After letting her lick me for a few I suddenly stopped, stepped back a step and took her chin. She knew I wanted her to turn her head to face me and she obliged. I then stepped back up and slid my cock into her hot mouth. I groaned involuntarily as the wet heat seemed to draw all the blood to my cock. Jim put down the camera and just stood there watching me fuck her mouth. He sat down again, pulled his cock back out and began masturbating again. 

As I was pumping I could see her watching him. Having two free hands did not escape me as I played with her tits, progressively getting rougher. It seemed the more I began to pinch and pull at her nipples the more sucking she did and less pumping I had to do. Her hand did manage to make its way to her pussy and began masturbate frantically. My cock was about to explode. Jim warned me not to cum yet. I actually had to pull out of Angel's mouth to avoid cumming, no easy task with her sucking so hard. I asked Jim if I could fuck her now but he told me I wasn't done with her mouth yet and I would get to fuck her in round two. Instead he had her lay on her back with her head on the pillow. He told me to fuck her mouth like it was a pussy, with the only restriction that I pull out before I came. I had no problem mounting her chest and jamming my cock back in her mouth. I put my hands on the headboard and began thrusting my hips into her. I was surprised how much of my cock she could take. Then again, she had no choice.

I turned around when I heard a strange buzzing sound. It was Jim shoving a large vibrator in her cunt. Her whole body was quivering and she moaned heavily despite having her mouth filled with my cock. I was surprised she could even breathe with the way I was pounding into her yet she moaned even louder. I could see she took the vibrator and was working herself with it. Jim told me to tell him when I was ready to go. Just then Angels body started to thrust as she started to cum. That was enough for me. I got off her chest and was on my knees next to her head stroking my cock hard and fast. Jim pulled out the pillow as she continued with her more vocal orgasm. 

"Open your mouth bitchl" Jim ordered. As she did I started to cum. I shot a thick stream of cum into her waiting mouth and followed with many more. As I finished she closed her mouth and let the cum run back out. It flowed over her cheeks and neck in a large white mess.

I got off the bed as Jim removed the vibrator from her cunt. He looked at me and told me to go get a beer and take a break for a few. I looked at Angel still breathing heavily on the bed. Her eyes were closed. Jim then shut off both cameras. As I grabbed my pants and headed out of the room I saw him remove his pants. I shut the door and headed to the fridge for a beer. When I walked by the door again I could definitely hear the headboard banging against the wall. Apparently Jim didn't like to be filmed when he fucked his little slave whore.

About fifteen minutes later Jim joined me in the den with a beer. We watched the basketball game for about a half an hour before I asked when I would be able to fuck her. He told whenever I was ready Angel would be ready.

When we got back to the room Angel was asleep on the bed. She was totally naked except for her pumps. I pulled down my pants and was just about to climb on the bed when Jim intervened. "First, I have a job for you." he said as he handed me a very warm bottle of baby oil and a razor. Angel woke up and took another large swig from her glass.

I climbed on the bed next to her and poured a large amount of oil in my hands. Angel was unable to do anything but watch as I massaged the oil onto her chest. Her tits gleamed as I roughly worked the oil in. I moved further down her body greasing her belly. I poured more into my hands and with a circular motion I massaged her pussy. I let my finger run inside of her and she moaned as I worked the warm liquid on her clit. I then took the razor and carefully began to remove the tufts of red hair that had covered her lips. She lay perfectly still as I worked and it wasn't very long before she was bare. I was dying to fuck that little girl pussy. I put the razor and oil on the shelf and climbed between her legs.

Jim untied her leg restraints and also removed her handcuffs. I took her knees and pushed them back to her shoulders. Without the use of my hands I placed my very stiff cock at the lips of her now bald pussy. I looked at her and asked her if she wanted to get fucked. She casually replied "If that's what you want to do." Yes, that was exactly what I wanted to do and now with her sarcastic reply I just wanted to pound the hell out of her. I could tell she had the flame of a redhead, except this redhead was about to be impaled by my cock. Still holding her knees back to her shoulders I slid my cock into her hard. The oil had made her cunt so incredibly slippery that my cock was in to the hilt instantly. Angel gasped out loud at the surprisingly quick and deep penetration. 

I pulled my cock out slowly marveling how erotic it looked as it slid out from between her lips. I watched it disappear back into her. I began moving in and out ever quicker. Soon I was pounding at her relentlessly, slamming my hips against hers trying to get my cock as deep as possible inside her. I was also getting into how much I could make her tits shake. Angel only lay there making small moaning noises. Since I had cum once already I was primed to fuck away. Jim egged me on to pound harder as he was enjoying this immensely. When I looked I could see her shiny black pumps on either side of me, now pointed to the ceiling. I used her for quite awhile until I was on the verge of blowing my load into her. Once again Jim told me not to cum yet.

Jim had me roll on my back, which I did. He then instructed Angel to mount me. She got up on her knees and positioned herself over my cock. She was facing away from me and towards Jim, who was seated in a chair at the end of the bed. She leaned over slightly and I could see between her ass cheeks. She grabbed my cock with one hand and pulled her lips apart with the other. She then slowly lowered herself over the head of my cock. I could see Jim in his favorite position, sitting and stroking. Angel began riding up and down on my cock. When I fondled her ass she made no notice as I could tell she was transfixed on Jim. He told her to play with herself and I could feel her fingers on my cock as she began rubbing her clit. Soon she began to really grind on my cock and I could tell her orgasm was beginning. Jim was now stroking very fast and that seemed to turn her on more. She began moaning very loudly as she rubbed herself furiously. I watched her body quiver and shudder with the end of her orgasm. Now it was my turn.

I told Angel to get on her hands and knees and she did so. She had used me to cum and now it was my turn to use her. I took no time in getting on my knees behind her and jamming my cock into her very wet cunt. I grabbed her hips and repeatedly pulled myself into her, her ass cheeks smacking against my stomach. I wanted to cum but she was so wet from oil and cum that it just wasn't tight enough. I knew her hot little ass would be. I pulled out of her cunt and placed my cock at her little hole and began to press. She turned around to protest but my cock was already buried in her slippery ass. Her muscles instinctively squeezed at my cock and I loved it. I also loved making her groan in pain and pleasure. It was payback time for my little barslut. I gave it to her good, ramming my cock into her ass time after time. As I was about to cum I reached around her, grabbed both of her swaying titties, and shoved my cock in as far as it would go. She cried out in pain as waves of my cum filled her.

I pulled out and lay on the bed next to her. I asked her if she was okay and she said it would just be nice to go home now. I noticed that Jim had left the room. In a few minutes I got up and pulled on my pants and shirt. I bid a brief goodbye to Angel and left the room. As I headed down the hallway I was surprised to see Jim headed back my way with a fat grubby looking college aged kid following him. Jim patted me on the shoulder, thanked me and told me that I'd hear from him soon. I stopped and watched them go into the room. I then heard Angel loud pleads of protest. Somehow I didn't think she'd get through to him. 

I went into the kitchen, washed the oil from my hands and grabbed a cold Pepsi. I put on my shoes and was about to leave when I decided to take one last look. I went back down the hall and peered into the room. Sure enough, there in the middle of the room was Angel on her knees with the boy standing in front of her. He stood there with his eyes closed, each of his dirty hands holding tightly onto to her long red hair. Her head held in place he continued to fuck her mouth, his balls slapping against her chin. I turned and headed to the door. I figured at that rate she ought to be out of there shortly. Unless of course Jim had more guests arriving.

To Be Continued...



Deanna's Story Ch. 4



A Halloween party? God, I never knew what to wear to those things. My new 'partner' Jim just invited me to one his famous Halloween bashes. He told me I would love the guest list and I should dress up for the occasion. I almost balked at the idea but when he mentioned Deanna's name my tune changed instantly. I soon found myself at the local spook shop and ran through the gamut of costumes. Forget the whole mask deal as that gave you nothing but a sweaty face and a rash. I was also getting a little tired of the camouflage army guy thing. I finally decided on the Zorro getup. I had to admit that with my little goatee I just grew I looked quite dashing in it. Maybe I could actually score for real. In any case I figured it would be better than staying home and handing out candy. The only bitch was having to drive two hours in my costume. I smelled payback already.

I got there late, about eleven or so. Jim had told me that his partygoers had some earlier functions to attend and they wouldn't hit his house until after ten. Well, they were there now. Talk about sweet! Jim laughed at me and shrugged his shoulders at 'forgetting' to tell me that this would be an exclusive 'models only' party. Although they all looked quite young Jim assured me that they were all over 19 years old. My eyes scanned the room: an Indian princess, a slinky Sheena of the jungle, a very vampy vampiress to name a few. The costumes these girls wore may have concealed their identity but not much else. Jim, or should I say Grim Jim Reaper, introduced me as his 'location' assistant from the boonies. He told them he wouldn't be surprised if they all found their way out to my house for a shoot at some point. Geez, I don't think I was going to push too hard for part of the 'business' with all the perks that might be coming my way. Much to my dismay, however, I found all the girls paired up, including an incredible Britney Spears clone. 

Jen, as she was introduced to me, had the pigtails, schoolgirl dress, patent leather shoes, the whole nine yards. Boy, I'd love to keep her after school. She was hot and she knew it too. If I thought Angel was the type to put her nose up at me, this girl gave me the once over and I knew that would be the last attention of hers I got all night, unless, of course, I ignored her. I didn't care if I got to talk with her as long as I got to check out those firm little legs and maybe, since her dress was quite short a shot of her little ass if she bent just right. I had a knack of being in the right place at the right time for such things. I met Jim's wife Helen, as she handed me a glass of something and kindly asked me if I were over 21. I tipped my hat and bowed to her. I wasn't quite sure what she was dressed up to be, I imagine something left over from the fifties. She cooed at my gallantry.

I made my way in and was inundated with fifty questions from Helen. It would figure that she would be the only one showering attention on me. That was okay, I never liked to be the center attraction anyway. Something was missing though. Helen answered that quickly when she said, "It's so good you made it, Deanna was hoping you would. She thinks you're just the sweetest guy!" I blinked in surprise. "She's here?"

"Oh yeah, she'll be down in a few." So Deanna thought I was the sweetest thing. Talk about a guilt trip. My mind briefly returned to the moment when her leg lay over me, my cock deep inside her, my hand roaming from breast to breast, her hips grinding slowly and her soft semi-conscious moans. I don't think I ever came as much as I did that night. I knew then and thereafter that the next time, if any, she would not only be awake but she would be the one to guide my cock inside her. What better night than tonight.

I headed over to stake out a spot near the snack table. From there I could get a good perspective on the whole scene. Jim's house was quite large and people milled from one room to the next, though the main gist of partiers was here in the den. I took more than a one eye over our little Jen. She seemed quite cozy next to her Freddy Kruegar boyfriend. I had to laugh to myself as Dustin or whatever his name was already had the Freddy mask yanked up on top of his head. Those latex masks are cool for the few minutes you can wear them. I wondered if he even managed to get a little bit of that hot little number. And however long she made him wait for it Ill bet it was worth it. All the bitchiness in the world melts away once they have a hard cock being rammed inside them. Better yet, get her to stop yapping about herself by giving her mouth a job to do on your cock. Speaking of cocks, mine was already growing. But never fear, Zorro's long black cape can cover even the largest of hardons.

"How'd you like if we brought her first up your place for a shoot?" Jim whispered as he grabbed my shoulders. All I could do was smile and say "Oh baby". Jim laughed and said, "You mean 'oh baby, BABY'" I grinned at him and asked what the hell I was drinking. "A special Halloween mixture." I looked at him. "Not that kind of mixture. It's Helen's special brew" He filled me up and wandered off. I took a drink. Not too bad. I turned around to head into the kitchen and whom should I run directly into?

I thought the place was hot when I saw the rest, but I had yet to see the best. Fishnets ran from her toes up her never ending legs finally disappearing under the tiniest of black skirts. A sexy low-cut top, bare (very kissable) shoulders, long black gloves, lace apron and cap, her hair tied in a bun with a few long golden curls dangling perfectly upon her shoulders, gorgeous eyes with mile long lashes, and of course a smile to die for. Deanna looked at me for only a second before she recognized me. "Hey You!" She chirped and gave me a big hug. "I love your costume. Have you come to save the day?"

"Ooo la-la Madame. Only if the day needs saving" I hoped it didn't sound too corny as I knelt on one knee and kissed her gloved hand. She smiled and told me I could start by getting her one of whatever I had. "And make sure I stop at one" She ordered, then added, "Make that 1:30" She grinned and I got her a drink. This was a good start, I would play right into her teasing and playfulness.

She took my hand and led me to the couch. We talked for awhile about mostly me. I could quickly tell that the smile she wore was a façade. It rang true when I asked her where Doug was. She whispered, "Let's just not talk about that." I gave her a consoling look and nodded in agreement. "You be my date tonight, okay?" Hmmm, I could hardly see that as a problem. We talked for awhile more as she rather quickly consumed her third glass of Helen's special brew. I would be sure to feed her a few more of them before the evening was out. That's when I saw her look up at Helen standing in the doorway. She was nodding her head, obviously indicating a phone call. Deanna looked at me, "You're not leaving soon are you?" I smiled, "Nope, I'm here until all evil is rid from our world." She looked at me funny as if I was insane. "Okay, good, I'll be back." She got up and left through the kitchen. I leaned over as far as I could to catch one last glimpse of those legs. Once gone I sat back hit my forehead with my hand. I really had to stop saying stupid shit like that.

A half an hour later I gave up on a quick return from Deanna and decided to mingle a bit. I made my way through the people who were dancing and back to the food spread. There I found Freddy, a.k.a. Dustin, fishing peanuts from the chex-mix. I figured that if I could befriend him it would put me in the position for some nice close up looks at Jen. Easily enough I started with the old latex mask spiel. He actually looked relieved to be talking with someone other than Jen and her friends. It shocked me when he asked me if I wanted to go outside and get high. I was game. We sneaked out the side door and lit up on the driveway. He said the girls weren't into pot at all, "but" he added as he pulled out a flask, "they like this." I hadn't gotten high in quite a while but knew after the first puff that this was some strong stuff. I took it easy as I didn't want to become a stoner for the rest of the night. Just as we finished the joint, Jen joined us. "I figured you'd be out here." She looked at me as though I was the one who dragged him out there. She reached under his green and red striped sweater and took the flask out. 

"You see?" Dustin laughed at me. 

"What's so funny smart guy?" she retorted, only half-serious, but serious enough for me. I took my cue and left the two lovebirds to themselves...for now. That girl definitely needed a good pounding...from me. I'd have to talk to Jim if he was serious about bringing her up to my place. My cock started growing hard at the thought of slowly stripping the clothes from that tight little body and fucking her in any and every way I pleased. Maybe there was a way to get her tonight. Getting laid by either of Deanna or Jen would be no easy matter. There had to be an easier way.

When I got back in I ran into Jim. He looked like he was having a great time. We chatted briefly when he was suddenly off again without warning. I wasn't even going try and bother with what was running through that guy's mind. Just as I was wondering what my next move would be, Deanna returned. She didn't look happy at all, in fact I could see faint smears under her eyes where she had wiped away tears. She forced a smile. "How about another drink?" By the time I got her one, she was surrounded by some of her friends. I handed it to her and told her I'd catch her in a bit. She thanked me and started talking with her friends. I wasn't about to try and fit into that ring of ladies. I got myself another drink and headed into the adjoining room. 

That's where I found the little Indian princess standing alone. There really was a surprise around every corner. I couldn't remember if she had a guy with her or not but I was getting hornier by the minute and this little princess would do just fine. Surprisingly enough to me I started right in with a conversation with this friendly little treat. She was an oriental beauty who also loved to show off her legs. Gina and I talked for quite a little while when Deanna walked by. I thought she would stop but she stepped past without saying a word. I reluctantly excused myself from Pocahontas and followed out the door Deanna disappeared to. 

She was standing by herself in the foyer near the steps with a drink in her hand. I asked her what was wrong and why she walked by. She said I looked like I was having too good of a time and didn't want to interrupt. Her sarcasm bit hard and I needed to smooth the waters quickly. I was never going to get laid by having her mad at me. A little sweet talk and I was able to get a smile from her and hopefully restore her faith in me. It was actually nice out in the foyer, lit warmly by a small table lamp and much quieter away from the music. She leaned back against the wall and sighed. We talked for awhile as she glossed over her situation. Of course I gave her my full support. 

For once I seemed to have all the right things to say. I moved closer to her as we talked and wondered what she might do if I kissed her. Our conversations slowed and eventually we stood close to each other, her eyes looking into mine. Oh yes, there were possibilities here. I thought that maybe I should move her to a more secluded spot, like in a bedroom somewhere. That's when we heard the phone ring from upstairs. Deanna looked up, she knew it was him again. I assured her that things would be okay whether or she wanted to get it. She sighed, kissed me on the cheek and said, "I better get it". I told her I'd be around. She half-jokingly told me to stay away from those bimbos. Again I watched the fishnets disappear from view. Well, it was time to find the bimbos again. Well, at least one little schoolgirl bimbo anyway.

It was well after 1am as I made my way back down the hallway. I thought of returning to Pocohontas for a minute but decided to scout out Jen once more. I finally came to a noisy room that had a little party going on that included Jen. Oh yeah, I had my mind set on her. It came to me instantly. The plan was simple enough. Make sure she is wasted, get rid of Dustin, take his costume, wear his costume, trick Jen, and fuck Jen. I went for a drink to finalize this ridiculous idea. That's when I ran into Jim once again. He was happier than ever. I took him aside and approached him with my newly revised plan. He looked at me skeptically. He agreed but I'd owe him big time. He never really cared for Dustin anyway. He handed me a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels. I headed back down the hall to the 'room'. I knocked and invited myself into the room. 

On the bed sat three girls, Dustin and another guy. In the middle of them sat a board with dice and a shot glass. They all seemed quite intent on their little drinking game. I had no idea what they were playing but with three girls and six bare legs on the bed I was getting into this game. Two of those legs belonged to miss Jen who was much less sober than last I'd seen. It was funny to watch these girls try and act so proper when they were definitely getting wasted. I pulled up a chair to the bed and joined in. Shortly I put to them a round of shots with J.D. instead of beer. I got no complaints and even Jen flashed me a friendly if not drunken smile. Oh, if this worked out. Somehow I managed to roll just right to hand out shots, two for Dustin, two for Jen. Boy did she give me the evil eye. It was nice to see Jen loosened up. I especially liked when she rolled on her belly up on her elbows. I think she got off knowing that her skirt had pulled up and her firm little pantied ass was practically in plain site.

After only one round we lost our little jungle girl Sheena. She took a break and plopped down on the big papasan chair and proceeded to pass out. Jen was trying her hardest to play it cool, but her slurred words gave her away. Dustin, seemingly forgetting we all were there, kept making vain attempts to kiss Jen. I could tell she was not too keen on being amorous in front of us. All that was disturbed when Jim knocked on the door. Of course they all tried to cover the booze but Jim waved it off. He called for Dustin to help him for a minute. Dustin shrugged his shoulders, staggered off the bed and followed Jim. Shortly thereafter we attempted to continue the game. Jen was determined to get me back and it only backfired with her having to take another shot for herself. Even as small as the shots were I thought she was going to puke when she drank it. Oh, she was so cool. Ten minutes later I excused myself to use the phone.

When I found the bedroom, Dustin was already fast asleep. "You owe me big time boy!" were Jim's only words. As quickly as I could I removed Dustin's sweater and the mask that still stood atop his head. When I looked down at my black pants and then Dustin's jeans I knew there was only one thing to do. Why did he have to be so damn skinny? Although we were the same height there was no way I was going to button those pants. My heart was racing now as I zipped up as high as I could. I then slipped on the ugly sweater and pulled on the god-forsaken mask. At least it fit well and I could see and breathe. Jim laughed at me. "If she fucks you in that thing, you're a better man than I". I took a deep breath and stepped into the hallway. Jim went to get Jen, telling her that Dustin was done and 'requested' her services in the bathroom. The first moment would tell, either it would fail miserably, very miserably, or I would get the prize.

I made my way down the hall to the bathroom, went in and waited. I then heard a knock at the door. When I opened it a crack I could see her eyes. She giggled, opened the door and stumbled in. She started laughing out loud. "Don't think you're going to kiss me with that thing on." When she went to pull my mask I let out a low growl and shook my finger at her. Even drunk she looked so extremely hot. She looked at me, her pretty eyes now a bit bloodshot. "Okay, so if you aren't going to kiss me what ARE you going to do?" she said in a sweet innocent voice. I wiped my sweaty hand on my pants, reached up and took her hand. I lowered it and pressed it against my crotch.

"Is this service you requested?" As her hand rubbed lightly on my crotch my fingers slowly unbuttoned her blouse. I kept waiting for her to stop me, but she didn't. What I revealed was a tiny lace bra, see-through except for her nipples. Jen looked up at me with a grin. "Fredricks" she proudly announced. Her eyes got real big and she put her finger to her lips as she whispered "Can't let Mom find it." I slipped my hand in her blouse and cupped her breast. She looked over at the mirror and tried to fix her hair. The pounding of my heart was now supplying blood to my ever-growing cock. I let out another low growl and shook my head in approval. At this point I reached over and shut off the main bathroom light, leaving only the shower light to illuminate her face. 

I couldn't believe this was working. She leaned back against the door and closed her eyes. She didn't seem too thrilled about rubbing my cock, in fact she was starting to look bored. I then realized how drunk she really was and that her consciousness was beginning to waver. Perhaps she might be more excited if she were on her knees. I reluctantly lifted my hand out of her blouse and put it on her shoulder and slowly applied pressure downwards. Oh, to get those sweet lips on my cock. I wondered briefly if she swallowed. She opened her eyes again, looked at me and shook her head, "You know better." I wasn't sure what to do at that point as I gave her a sad groan. She suddenly leaned against me and I had to grab her to hold her up. With her head against my chest she whispered "this is the best you get." When she reached down to unzip my pants she noticed my zipper already half down. She shook her head as she unzipped me the rest of the way.

I realized I was to get the infamous hand-job. It suddenly occurred to me Dustin might be uncircumcised or something and I wasn't going to blow it now for the chance for a hand-job. As my pants fell to the floor her hand slid into my shorts and I felt her tiny fingers on my cock. My whole body shuddered. I hated what I had to do next. Jen looked at me in surprise when I pulled her hand from my shorts. "What? 'fraid I might scratch you?" She made a clawing gesture at me and hissed. I could smell the heavy liquor smell on her breath. I gave an evil sarcastic closed-mouthed laugh of my own. I took her shoulders and turned her around so she faced away from me and towards the mirror. "Whatta you doin?" was her response. I pressed myself to her warm body, reached around and began to fondle her breasts again. I hiked up her tiny skirt and pressed my bulging crotch into her ass. She tried to pull her skirt back down. "Dustin, cut it out" I wondered how Dustin ever put up with her. 

When I unhooked her bra and revealed her tits I knew how. She seemed to forget about her skirt as she leaned back against me to display herself. As she watched herself in the mirror I had to believe she was enjoying her own little show. At seventeen, this girl was as ripe as they get. I watched in the mirror as I squeezed and fondled those pert little titties. Her nipples immediately hardened and she put her hands on mine as I felt her up. I began to move one hand downward over her skirt and onto her panties. Before I could begin to massage her pussy she grabbed my hand and pulled it away. I saw her furrow her brow and shake her head. "Dustin, I said no." I grunted in disappointment. What the hell? Did she think I would be satisfied with just squeezing her tits? My cock was about to explode as I grinded into her from behind. She almost lost her balance and had to put her hands back down. "oh god, why did you let me do those shots?". She looked back at herself in the mirror. She suddenly didn't look so good and I could tell she was getting dizzy. "I gotta go lay down." She gulped, "I feel like shit.".




Deanna's Story Ch. 4



I decided to waste no more time. I took her panties with both my thumbs and pulled them down to her patent leather shoes. Jen hardly seemed to notice as she turned on the water in the sink. As I stood up I let my fingers run from her ankle back up and over her sweet little ass. I slowly but forcefully pushed on her shoulders and she complied by leaning over the sink, though I think more to prepare to get sick. As she leaned over she spread her feet apart for balance. I almost creamed my pants right then. Even in the light of the shower I could see how perfect her ass was. It was very tight and small and even standing up I could see her sweet pussy lips protruding from beneath. I wished I had a camera to capture that image. I heard her take a deep breath and swallow. 

"Oh Dustin, don't do this" I continued to fondle her ass and growled. Then she added, "Alright, alright, already." She stopped, took a few deep breaths and rolled her head around once. "Just use a, you know". I was starting to tune her annoying little voice out. A rubber? Where the hell was I gonna get a rubber? I reached down to the jeans and found Dustin's wallet. I hoped the little slime had one. Sure enough, wedged in as it had been there forever was one genuine trojan. I pulled it out and held it up to the mirror for her to see. As I opened it I lowered myself down next to her sweet cheeks and checking that she was unable to see me I quickly pulled up my mask. I pressed my mouth to her pussy and let my tongue slide in. I took one long lick up her narrow slit. She put her hand back and pushed me away. "Dustin..." she whined as she pulled her legs shut. The smell, taste and sight of her sweet peach could have kept me there all night but I relented.

I kissed her ass one last time and then pulled the mask back on and pulled down my shorts. My cock sprung out straight and hard. I thought about blowing off the rubber as she was probably way too drunk to notice. I was glad I decided to put it on, at least for the start because she apparently didn't trust Dustin too much. She purposely looked back at my cock to see that I had it on. She looked at me, "just, just hurry." She started to lose her balance again and turned back to the sink. Hurry up, no problem. I stepped between her legs, placed my cock at her sweet little lips. 

Using my thumbs I pulled her lips apart and pressed my cock into her now opened box. I gasped to myself as I slid myself inside her tight cunt. Even with the thick rubber shield I could feel the tightness grip me. She braced herself on the sink as I grabbed her tiny hips and started fucking her. Jen looked up at me in the mirror, her face covered in sweat. "Dustin, you gotta stop, I think I'm gonna be sick". Ignoring her, I pumped away, slamming myself into her time and time again as she held tight to the faucet. I decided it was time to feel the real Jen. I put my hand down to my cock, grabbed the roll of the rubber and pulled all the way out of both her and the rubber. Without hesitation I slipped my loaded cock back into her. Now I could really feel her hot wetness. This was it, this was perfect once in a lifetime opportunity. If she only knew it was me with my bare cock buried inside her. My eyes switched back and forth from the marvel of her ass to the mirror where I could see her tits shake. Oh, there was so much more I'd love to do to her. Her ass was just begging to be smacked.

Instead I pulled her cheeks apart so I could see her little hole. I wondered if she had ever been fucked in the ass before, though I already knew the answer to that one. I thought of the time I shoved my cock up Angel's ass and though Jen deserved it ten times more I didn't dare. Besides, her pussy was so fucking tight I wasn't leaving it until I filled it with my cream. I closed my eyes for a moment and just listened to the wet slapping of my hips into her ass. I opened my eyes and looked at Jen's face in the mirror. The rocking motion was really getting to her. "Dustin, please stop." There was no way I was going to stop now. Sick or puking or whatever I was latched on her like a dog. 

When I felt my orgasm coming I quickened my pace. I pushed her down flat on the counter and raised her ass up even higher. Jen protested briefly and tried to raise herself back up but I pressed down hard holding her in place. I heard small cries from her as my cock drove very deep inside her. Just then she started getting sick. As her entire body started convulsing, including her cunt, I exploded inside this beauty. She was making moaning noises as I continued to squirt my load into her. I drove into her one last time almost lifting her off her feet. 

When I pulled out I could see drips of cum leak out of her and down her leg. I hoped she wouldn't notice and I needn't have worried as my cum-filled schoolgirl made her way quickly to the toilet. Her face was white as a ghost. I watched her grip the toilet as she prepared to get sick. It's funny how someone on such a high horse can come to look like this. Wouldn't the world just love to see little Britney sitting half-naked on the cold bathroom floor, cum leaking out of her freshly fucked pussy as she puked in the toilet. I laughed to myself as I pulled up my shorts and jeans and then left her there a total mess. And wouldn't they love to know that she had no idea who had just fucked her. Feeling no need to rush I headed back to Dustin's room and returned us to our former selves. For kickers I left his jeans unzipped. Even more than the trouble he was going to be in I think he was going to kick himself hardest for not remembering fucking her. I left the room and headed to get myself a drink.

When I reached the kitchen the only one I found was Jim. With his large hood now back over his shoulders he looked more like an exhausted monk than the bringer of death. He looked at me in wonder, waiting for my response. My only words were "The absolute best". He shook his head and told me to crash any place I could find. That sounded real good to me at this point, especially with my cock well satisfied. I had earlier thought I might have a chance with Deanna but now there was not such a hurry. I figured though, I should at least find out how she was doing, if she was still here. Never hurts to prime her for next time. I bid Jim a good night and told him to pass it on to Helen. He smiled slyly and told me it was time to find her himself, if I knew what he meant. I sure did. I felt my cock harden slightly and thought again of Deanna. She was drunk, she was hurting, and she was vulnerable. 

I set out to find her. As I headed past the bathroom I decided to check on Jen for kicks. Sure enough she was asleep, leaning against the bowl. Her panties weren't even pulled up and her blouse still hung open. She was just lucky this wasn't a college frat house. I thought briefly about helping her back to the bedroom, but I hated to disturb such a fine piece of art. I smiled knowingly as I closed the door. Tomorrow Dustin was sure to be in big trouble. I thought of the huge load I left inside her unprotected pussy. I wondered if next month he might be in even bigger trouble. I hoped that one day Jim might again set me up with that nice little piece of flesh.

I made my way upstairs past a few rooms until I heard faint sobs within one. I knocked lightly on the door and peeked in. Deanna was sitting on the floor cross-legged on the far side of the bed next to the nightstand. Tears of mascara traced dark lines down her face. I found it quite erotic. Her hair had fallen in a mess upon her shoulders, which only added to her allure. The phone lay on the floor, buzzing in its off-hook state. She tried to force a smile when I walked in, wiped vainly at the dried smudges on her face. I closed the door and came near.

"Are you okay?" I whispered as I knelt beside her. 

She looked at me, "No, not really". Tears immediately formed in her eyes and began rolling down her cheek. I wiped a tear from her cheek with my thumb. "It's okay, come here" I opened my arms and she came. God this girl was a mess. Was I just setting myself up for a night of one long tear jerking story? I couldn't handle that. I'd have to cut her off at some point with a kiss and then continue to turn each no into yes. She cried for a bit on my shoulder as I rubbed her back. I took a deep whiff of her perfume. This was definitely her favorite as the aroma brought back strong memories of both nights that I had fucked her. She sat back and tried to tell me what was going on. 

Her story was choppy but I could make out what was important. She had decided that Doug had placed too much emphasis on sex and she had to decided to hold off for awhile, wanting to see if their relationship could grow without it. She couldn't understand why that was such a problem for him. At first it wasn't but then the fights started and got worse. He had said he was tired of jerking off and this was bullshit. I was shocked by Deanna's candor, although as much as she drank I shouldn't have been. She didn't even seem to be talking to me, just telling her story to the universe. It didn't matter as I figured as long as she was talking about sex there was still a chance for me. She concluded with saying that Doug was pretty much history now, though she supposed she could go back and just lay there for him. That would probably make him happy. I know it worked for me. I hardened at the thought of her lying there nude.

She asked me tearfully if I thought she was wrong and a bad person. It was my turn now. I pulled in close to her face and explained that I definitely thought she was right. She was her own person with her own decisions to make and that no one had a right to make them for her. I told her she was gorgeous, smart and sexy. She gagged and reached for her handbag to clean up. I stopped her hand and told that wasn't necessary. She said she looked terrible. I shook my head no and then leaned in and kissed her surprised lips. She looked at me funny. It was time to lay it on thick. 

"The difference between you and all those gorgeous girls here tonight was not your looks, but your inner shine. You are stronger than you know." She looked at me intently with her bleary eyes. "and that's what attracts me so greatly to you." I kissed her again, softly. I pulled back the tiniest bit and spoke to her lips. "I know you'd stop me if you really wanted to, but I know you won't" I kissed her deeply now and she kissed back. I let my hand fall to her silken shoulder and I ran my fingers over her soft skin. Both times I had fucked her I had never kissed her lips. I had fucked her mouth, came in her mouth, but now I was enjoying kissing it. She pulled back and looked at me. "Do you really think I'm a strong person?" I actually had no idea. "You could do whatever you wanted, you need to free yourself, let go." 

Without delay I kissed her again, this time our tongues touching, entangling. She slowly started to slide down to the floor, thanks to my small purposeful adjustments. I pulled the pillow from the bed and placed it behind her head as I lay next to her. I could tell she was starting to drift in and out. Her lips were soft and her kisses fantastic. I caressed her fishnet covered legs as we kissed but when I tried to move between her knees she held tight. She whispered, "I know what you want to do, but I can't". I kissed and nipped at her neck. "Just let go" I whispered in her ear. "You need to be free." 

I wasn't sure what that meant, but it worked. I was able to slide my hand between her knees and over her inner thigh that had garnered my attention so very long ago. It was very late now and I wished to waste no more time. With one movement my hand was under her skirt and over her panties. Deanna let out a deep breath and closed her eyes. Again she clamped her legs shut but then slowly opened them as I caressed her. Her lace panties were no problem to move aside and I let my finger run the length of her slit. She seemed to want to say something but I returned my kiss to her lips and she kissed back hard. She put her hand on mine as I worked my finger inside her. When I felt how wet she was I knew it was time to fuck her. I got up on my knees and she watched in silence as I moved between her legs. 

She watched me unbutton my pants and pull them down along with my underwear. My very hard and rigid cock sprang out for the second time tonight. It was still sticky and slightly wet from its very recent encounter with Jen's cunt. Deanna just looked up at me. I pulled her skirt up a little higher as I leaned over her. When I kissed her she murmured "You know this isn't me, I've never done anything like this." I told her I knew. I then took my cock and guided it towards her pussy. Her panties were loose enough that I could leave them on pushed to one side. I gazed at her perfectly trimmed little pussy. I would have loved to taste her again but it was way too late for that. I then thought of what I had said to myself early on in the evening. "Put me in you." I asked of her. I felt her hand go down and take hold of my cock. 

The light touch of her fingers was incredible. I watched her run her fingers up and down the length of my shaft. I think at that moment I would be quite content to let that little hand stroke me off. But I moved forward and let her guide me in. Then I was in her. Jen may have been hot, wet and tight, but Deanna was all of those and at the same time warm and inviting. I lay on her and kissed her gently as I slowly fucked her. I savored every second of this fine young thing.

I didn't have to pretend the girl I was fucking was her, or pretend that she was awake while I fucked her. When I had spotted her at that wedding I wondered what it would be like to be between those thighs. Now here I was with my cock buried inside her. So what if I fed her a few lines of crap, this was as real as it gets. Soon she started moving her hips and I responded by grinding on her. Deanna whispered that it wasn't safe for me to go inside her. I damned my luck and wondered if I should just go in her anyway like I had twice before. I whispered back that I understood. 

Her pussy felt so sweet wrapped around me, her hips rocking slowly working me. She knew how to fuck, that was for sure and I think she wanted me to know it. I wanted her to cum, to hear what she sounded like. I never got the chance to. The way she squeezed my cock within her was taking me over the edge. And even though I had come not an hour ago, it was too much. I lay my head next to hers and reached under with both hands. Grabbing both her ass cheeks I pulled her into me as I began slamming myself into her. I think I surprised her with my sudden aggressiveness but I loved hearing her soft cries each time I pounded the breath out of her. She moaned and whined heavily, she may have even cum, I didn't know. I just squeezed her ass hard and stuck it in deep. 

She pleaded, "Don't come in me, don't come in me." I was able to sit back and pull out just in time, stroking my cock just once I showered her pussy with my cum. When I stopped she was breathing in short little wisps. I knew I would get my chance to cum in her again, whether she knew about it or not. But now I was ready for sleep. I kissed her and helped her up and into the bed. I covered her up, said something nice to her and left. I think she was asleep before I even left the room. I found a nice comfy couch somewhere and passed out. By the time Deanna got up in the morning I was gone...

The end...or not