Deanna's Story - Halloween Tricks & Treats

By Wife_Seducer@hotmail.com

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Halloween Tricks & Treats

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. 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. Most of them were quite young too. 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, was a fifteen year-old hottie who wore pigtails, a 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. Hell, even he didn't even look a day over seventeen. 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. Suprisingly 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 these kids 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 fifteen, 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.".

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 underage beauty. She was making moaning noises as I continued to squirt my load into her. I drove into her one last time 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 tonite. 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…

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