Damn, she was tight, no wetness there yet. Fuck, I thought she liked it rough? Was she lying to me? My cock was beginning to hurt so I pulled out and lowered my head to her cunt instead. I spat at her cunt, then started nibbling and biting her cunt lips. Ah that was better. She started to get wet almost immediately, and I pushed two fingers into her hairy hole. Mmmm. Nice. She tasted great, and I decided to take a small detour here for a few minutes. I wanted to taste her juices.
I was really getting into this and felt myself ready to cum, when all of a sudden I felt a burning, sharp pain in my shoulder. Fuck, what was that? Then I felt a second pain. Then a third. Fuck, what was happening. Then she pushed me off her. What? How?
I landed on my back onto the rough dirt floor, and lay there confused. I was totally puzzled. How could she push me off her, she was all tied up? And what was the pain I kept feeling? I started to rise up, and I collapsed back in total pain, when all of a sudden she let out a mind-searing scream, and landed right on top of me, knocking the wind completely out of me. Then I saw. I fucking saw . . . she had the fucking knife! It was covered in blood, and she was still swinging it. I felt more pain, and still more, then I felt no more.
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I couldn’t help but think of that first little sweet girl I ever confessed my love to. I was 19 and she was probably a year younger than me, but oh so lovely. Long dark hair, and an ok body. I met her at a school dance, and I knew immediately she liked me, even though she acted a bit stand-offish.
I followed her around all night, asking her to dance with me often. She refused several times, but I knew she was only playing hard to get, then at the last song of the night played, she finally danced with me, and I knew immediately I was in love. Her eyes were very pretty, and she smiled at me as we danced. Her body was only ok though, her ass was good, yes, but she had very little in the upstairs department, but I didn’t mind. I was in love and just wanted to hold her forever.
When the dance over, I wanted to stay with her, but she said she had to get going. I asked her for her number, but she said she didn’t have one, sorry, which I thought was ok, not a lot of folks had phones back then, then I asked her for her address, and she hesitated, then gave me an address in the west side of town. I finally got up the courage to ask if I could drive her home, but she apologized, saying her mom was gonna pick her up, maybe next time. Yes, my love, I thought, why not, and I left happy.
I was just sitting in my car, lighting up a smoke, when I saw her come out. I was getting ready to call out her name . . . Janine . . . when I noticed she was walking with a guy, and they were laughing, and holding hands. What the . . . ?
Then he took her to his car, and they drove off. I don’t know why, not jealousy, it couldn’t have been, but I decided to follow them. I had told her all about me, and my family, and I thought she was interested. What girl wouldn’t be. I even told her about my inheritance, and she seemed to smile more at that, I was really confused though, and thought by following her home, I could get a chance to explain how much I really loved her.
Maybe it was just a mix up? They drove off slowly, seeming in no hurry, and I wisely stayed well back. It was night, so following tail lights wasn’t hard. They drove for about twenty minutes then turned off – onto the road to the local lovers hang out?
I cautiously followed, never getting close, and I saw them park the car at the edge of the parking lot where all the kids hung out. I knew all about this place, having hung around up here a few times, slyly looking into the different cars, watching what went on. No, I had never had a gal up here, but I was hoping my love, Janine, would let me take her here soon though.
I crept out of my car, and carefully moved close to the car they were in. I was very cautious, and I made no noise. I managed to look in the rear door window, and I was shocked. Janine, and this guy were nearly naked. She had her top off, and her small breasts were out of her bra, and he had his pants around his knees. She had his “thing” in her hand . . . and he was erect.
As I silently watched, she started jerking his . . . dick, and he lay back letting her. Then she took his dick in her mouth!
I ran back to my car, refusing to watch anymore, totally hurting, and confused! She was not like that, no! Not my girl?
After about an hour I saw them start up and drive back down the way they had come. I waited till I knew they were well away, then crept out of my parking spot to resume following them. I found them easy enough, and took up my rear place again.
The address she had given me was on the west side of town, and I was surprised when they kept going east! I had just assumed she was being driven home, but why east? Were they going to stop somewhere else?
Almost immediately the car stopped, and as she opened the door, I could see her kissing the guy, then she ran up a driveway, and into a house, without looking back.
Now I was really confused. She seemed to have a key to the front door, I never saw her knock, or wait. She just opened the door? What was going on here?
I sat outside that house all night, sleeping a little, cramping a lot, but I needed some answers before I was gonna go home. My fiancé had lied to me, and I was getting angrier by the minute. She had even dated another guy after telling me how much she loved me, and she had then done . . . some ‘dirty’ sex things too him too!
I had a terrible headache, and I knew my temper was getting hard to control, when I saw her come out the same door the next morning. She had changed her clothes though, wearing what seemed like a school uniform, and now had tied her hair back. She was carrying what seemed like some school-type books, and was laughing and smiling as she started walking up the road.
What was I gonna do? The woman I had committed my life too, seemed to be lying to me? Was this her real house? If so, what was at the address she gave me? If it wasn’t her real house was she only here to have more ‘dirty’ sex with strangers? Was she that much of a loose woman?
I decided to check out the other address she gave me, knowing I could come back here anytime. I was good at remembering addresses, and now that I had seen this house, I knew I could find my way back here anytime. It took me about 45 minutes to drive across town to the west side, and then another ten minutes to locate the address she gave me. What the . . . ?
It was a . . . I couldn’t believe my eyes. The address she gave me, which I definitely remembered, was a cemetery! No mistake. I drove all around the block several times, and checked EVERY number on every mail box. This was definitely the right place!
She had lied to me, after telling me she would marry me, and we would live together forever, she had lied. Why? Was she a tease, or a flirt, or maybe a loose woman? What had I done to deserve this? My family were well known in town, and thought of highly, and it wasn’t as if I wasn’t known either. I had even been in the newspapers a few times. She was being really nasty and cruel playing her tricks on me . . .