Posted by romantic on October 24, 2000 at 17:04:08:
I too find myself in that place that is not really a place, where dreams and reality are difficult to separate. I too am looking at a younger Jenny asleep. This one 15 or 16. It is a hot summer night and she sleeps on top of her covers in short pyjamas. Moonlight streams in the window, illuminating the slleping figure. Her left leg is stretched out and the moon lights the sole of her foot; the other leg is drawn up at the knee and here the light scults the elegant curve of her toes. Lastly, her short pj bottoms have slid up just enough to reveal the artistic curve where her ass meets the top of her leg.
I stand in the room naked, holding only my tools -- an 8" kitchen knife and a black silk stocking. Jenny is beautiful enough to die for, but I've determined that tonight it is she who'll die for me. I move closer to the bed and draw the stocking across the sole of her foot. She stirs, but does not awake. I continue to pull it across the other foot, tickling her toes. Now she starts awake, and I am quickly beside her, the knife at her throat. "Scream and die; got it?" She nods. I release her. She seems to believe I'm here to rape her and she almost willingly rolls on her back, but I motion with the knife for her to stand up. Pretty blonde girlchild stands before me, fear in her eyes. I slit the buttons on her pj shirt and it falls open revealing small but perfect tits -- round, firm, dark nipples. I touch the point of the knife to one of her nipples and it hardens. Then the other. Using the knife blade, I slip the shirt off her shoulders and it falls to the floor. "Kneel," I tell her, "I need you to blow me. Do you know how to do that?" She neither speaks nor nods, but sinks to her knees. She begins to kiss my cock. It hardens and she begins to use her tongue. Can this sweet virgin know what she's doing? Or is it natural survival instinct. I pick the stocking off the bed and wrap it around her throat. Squeezing slowly tighter and tighter, she begins to breath heavily and her tongue moves forward. Involuntarilly, she is driving me wild. I squeeze harder. She gasps and her tongue is now a shelf on which I can rest inches of my cock. I begin to come -- great gushes. Unable to swallow as she begins to swoon, the semen oozes over her lips, down her face and on to her tits. I feel her weakening, about ready to succomb, and I release my grip on the stocking. She falls to the floor in a heap, gasping for air.
"Are you a virgin, Jenny?" She manages to nod yes and I stretch her out on her back, pulling off the bottoms that have hidden her exquisite ass and untouched pussy. I raise her legs and put them on my shoulders so I can lick the soles of her feet. This makes me hard again quickly. "Now that I've come once, I'll be able to fuck you for hours, Jenny. You're not going to die without experiencing orgasms." I lean forward, her foot still against my lips and enter her. My God! I've died and gone to heaven!This isn't a woman;s pussy, it's the center of the universe, nirvana, the softest, warmest, tightest thing I've ever felt. Jenny moans softly. As I pump harder,the moans increase in volume. Don't want to wake the house -- I wrap the stocking around her neck again and slowly build pressure. Squeeze, thrust, squeeze, thrust -- those doe-like blue eyes stare at me and I can't tell if they show fear or ecstasy -- both, I think. Squeeze, thrust, thrust. Her body begins to shake like every nerve is vibrating. Her mouth opens trying to form words, trying to breathe, trying to scream with the orgasm that now begins to engulf her. Her body is almost able to lift mine, her feet push against my chest, but I push back with more strength. Her body is convulsing now, coming and dying simultaneously.
Then suddenly, it is over. The convulsing stops, the eyes stare, the mouth freezes open. Her feet slide off my chest and fall at my sides. Jenny is still. Jenny is dead...Jenny is dead...Jenny is dead... I mutter aloud as I come inside her.
I stand, looking at the wasted beauty lying ravished at my feet. I pick her up and lay her on the bed. I stretch out the left leg, and kiss the sole of her foot, tuck the right leg, kissing her toes; positioning her just as I first saw, only now the moonlight caresses her nude body.