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Jehowits
	A short story by Spangles Muldoon
	Comments? spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com


	Things rocked on for a long time. At times I really
felt sorry for her, because her beliefs seemed to be
so warped, but she appeared to be dedicated to saving
me, and she was really pretty good looking, so I let
her ramble on. I guess I should say that she would
have been good looking. She didn't wear makeup or
jewelry of any kind. Her clothes were always full
coverage, meaning that there was no skin showing
except her head and hands. She always wore a top and
skirt or a dress, and it was always long and loose
fitting. Still, even through all the material, you
could still detect that there was a nice build hidden
under there. She was young and had a lot to learn
about a lot of things.

	The idea came to me gradually, over a period of time.
She came over every Tuesday about twelve-thirty and
stayed until about two. I left for my second shift job
at the hospital at two-thirty. One night at work I
managed to get hold of some very potent sleeping
medication, which I took home with me. I had sort of
established a routine of offering her something to
drink when she arrived, and she usually accepted. I
planned on drugging her. At the time, all I had in
mind was a little exploring.

	I woke early the next Tuesday. I ground four of the
pills into a fine powder. I made lemonaide, because I
wanted something with a strong enough flavor to mask
any taste the medication might have. I was actually
pacing the floors waiting for her to arrive, peeking
out the window occasionally. Naturally, since I was in
a hurry to get her there, she was a little late. I
watched out the window as she got out of her car and
came up the walk. She was dressed just like always,
this time wearing a white frilled long sleeve top and
a long prairie type skirt, both very loose fitting. I
let her in and she went to her usual place on the
couch and sat down.

	I excused myself while she got her books out and went
to the kitchen. I poured us both a lemonaide and put
the powder into hers. I took it back to her and placed
it on the table in front of her, then sat in the chair
across from the couch. She began the lesson for today.
I asked a lot of questions, just to make her talk a
lot, and after about a half-hour, I was beginning to
think she was never going to drink the lemonaide.
Finally, after another ten minutes, she picked up the
glass and drained it in two long drinks. I took the
glass and went back to the kitchen to refill hers and
mine. This time I filled them with straight lemonaide.
I stopped off at the bathroom on the way back, and
when I got back to the living room a few minutes
later, she was snoozing with her chin on her chest. I
sat the glasses down and sat in the chair where I had
been before. I wanted to wait a while until she was
well out before I did anything.

	After several minutes, I went over to her and made an
attempt to wake her up. I shook her and called her
name, and there was no reaction at all. In the process
of shaking her, I placed my hand squarely on her
breast, so that if she woke up, I would have an excuse
of sorts for it being there. She had on what felt like
an industrial strength bra. There was no natural feel
at all, and I could really detect nothing. About all I
could tell was that she had about a double handful.

	I dropped to my knees in front of her and lifted the
hem of her long skirt. I pulled it up and laid it in
her lap, revealing her legs, and giving me the
opportunity to see her panties. White, of course.
Industrial type. No frills, and a lot of coverage. I
got up and changed her position, lying her down on the
couch. I placed one her feet on the floor, and the
other on the back of the couch, opening her legs wide.
I lifted her skirt even higher. I could now make out
the vague outline of her pussy through her panties,
and the outline of her bush. I placed my hand between
her legs and massaged some. I moved the crotch of her
panties aside so I could look at her pussy. I fingered
her gently, but had trouble getting through her lips.
I moved higher and found her clit. It was huge and
very prominent. I massaged it gently, and soon her
pussy began to moisten up. I moved my finger lower and
slipped it inside her up to the first knuckle. I
fingered her, never going inside any deeper. She got
wetter and wetter. 

Meantime, I was hard as a rock, and needed some
relief. I got up and opened my pants to give my dick
some relief. As I looked down at her all spread out, I
decided that she would give me my relief. I got into
position on top of her and reached between us to move
her panties aside. I guided my dick into position and
placed the head just inside her pussy lips. I made a
few gentle thrusts, each one pushing my dick further
inside her. I made a few more gently thrusts, and made
no more progress. It really had never occurred to me
that she was a virgin, but as I hit the obstruction, I
realized that of course she would have been. I pressed
harder against the obstruction, applying steady
pressure. Very gradually, I sank deeper inside her,
until all at once I broke through. My dick buried in
her about half way. I pulled back and thrust forward
again, this time going in her up to the hilt, my balls
resting against her ass. She was extremely tight, and
as hot as an oven, Almost uncomfortably hot. 

I began to fuck her, slowly at first, but increasing
speed and intensity with each stroke. Soon I was
pounding her hard and fast. The pressure in my balls
was intense, and I soon flooded her pussy with shot
after shot of come. I shot in her until my balls were
empty, then stopped and kept my dick inside her. It
acted as a plug, preventing my sperm from leaking out
of her. I stayed in her until I caught my breath. I
started to pull out, but I was still semi hard, and
the friction of her pussy on my dick felt so good, I
pushed back inside her. 

Lubricated by the huge load of sperm I had just dumped
in her, I picked up speed quickly and was soon fucking
her hard and fast again. I soon shot more of my sperm
inside her waiting pussy. My load this time was not as
big, but every bit as satisfying. Again, I stayed
inside her, preventing my sperm from leaking out of
her pussy. Soon, my dick softened to the point that it
would no longer stay inside her, and it slipped out. I
got up and fastened my pants, then took one last look
at her pussy. Sperm was leaking out of her and
gathering in a pool on the couch. I put her panties
back into place and wiped up the sperm on the couch
with the back of her skirt. I put her skirt back in
place. I covered her with a blanket, and left her
there sleeping when I went to work. When I came home,
she was gone.

	The next week, she came back right on time. She
apologized profusely for falling asleep, and thanked
me for covering her up. I paid no attention, because I
was reminiscing about fucking her the week before.
Over the next couple of months, I noticed a definite
weight gain on her. I suspected that she might be
pregnant, but there was no way I could ask. A couple
of weeks after that, another girl came in her place.
This one was young as well, but she was blonde and
petite. After a lot of prodding, she finally told me
that Lanelle had become pregnant and left town. The
new girls name was Melanie. I told her to wait a
minute while I got us something to drink. I had plans
for Melanie.

	I didn't load Melanie's drink that day. I just wanted
her to get accustomed to me offering her something to
drink when she got there. Over the next few weeks, I
got to know her better. Like Lanelle, she always
guarded very carefully, and had never given me so much
as a quick peek at anything. Still, even through her
full coverage, loose fitting clothes, you could still
tell there was a good build hidden under there. Her
looks were intriguing. She was obviously a 'real'
blonde. Almost platinum, in fact. Her eyebrows matched
her hair color perfectly. Her eyes were an amazing ice
blue. Like Lanelle, she never wore makeup of any kind.
It would have been a great benefit for her if she had,
because she looked a bit on the pale side without it.
With the right makeup, she would have been an absolute
knockout. 

	I learned that she was nineteen, and that she didn't
date. She planned on dedicating her life to the
church. She was staunchly religious, and had some
really warped ideas and attitudes, similar to what
Lanelle had. There was no doubt in my mind that she
was a virgin. Once in a while she would lose focus and
drop her staunchly religious attitude. When she did,
she showed both intelligence and a sense of humor,
although I had good reason to doubt her intelligence
in the area of religion and theology. Granted, she
knew her stuff about it, but the stuff she knew seemed
amazingly bogus to me. 

As she became more comfortable with being around me,
she began to open up a little more, and even talked
about things other than religion occasionally. She had
been coming by once a week for twelve weeks, and I
still had not made any kind of move. I decided it was
time. I would be ready for her next week. I made the
same preparation I used on Lanelle and had it ready
for Melanie when she arrived the following week. 

	Melanie was right on time, and I watched out the
window as she got out of the car. She had on a long,
mid-calf skirt that buttoned all the way up the front,
high top boots and a loose fitting pullover floral
top. That would work nicely. While she sat down and
got her books out, I went to the kitchen and prepared
her drink. I brought it back and handed it to her,
then sat down on the couch next to her. It was the
same couch where I had fucked Lanelle.

	She took a long drink of her lemonaide, downing
almost half of it in a single drink. She drank the
entire thing within five more minutes, so I offered
her a refill. She accepted. I went to the kitchen to
refill her glass. I stopped off in the bathroom on the
way, and by the time I got back, she was snoozing
peacefully. I sat next to her and made no move to do
anything. I wanted to give her a little time to get
completely and fully out, and I didn't think it had
been long enough yet.

	I gave her a full ten minutes before I did anything
at all. I got up and kneeled on the floor in front of
her. I started unbuttoning her skirt at the bottom,
moving higher as quickly as I could. Once I got past
her knees, I moved her legs slightly further apart and
looked between them at her crotch. I was surprised to
see very flimsy silk panties. Not the industrial
strength white ones that Lanelle had worn. I could
clearly make out her pussy hair and pussy lips. I
continued to unbutton her skirt until I got to her
belt, then laid both sides of it back to give me the
best view. I put my hands under he butt, and slid her
forward so that her pussy was even with the edge of
the couch. I then opened her legs wider.

	I moved the crotch of her panties aside to gain
access to her pussy. She was not wet at all, and I was
in no mood for foreplay to get her that way. I went to
the bathroom and got some vaseline, then came back and
got back into the same position. I spread some
vaseline on the head of my dick, and guided it to her
hole. The excitement affected my aim, and it took me a
couple of tries to get it right. The head of my dick
slid inside her easily. I pulled back and pushed in
again, and was buried insider her up to my nuts in
three strokes. Her pussy was amazingly hot, almost
uncomfortably so. I pulled almost completely out, then
buried it full length back inside her. I began a slow,
easy pace of fucking her, watching my dick go in and
out of her pussy. Each time I pulled out, her pussy
lips clinged to my dick, almost like they were trying
to keep me from pulling out of her. I had no warning
at all when I started to come. I didn't have the usual
tingle in my nuts just prior to orgasm that I usually
had. My come just released into her in a flood. I shot
into her in a single, huge shot that drained my nuts
immediately. I had only had an orgasm like that one a
couple of times in my life. 

I didn't pull out of her immediately. I stayed inside
her, resting and enjoying the feel of her pussy. After
a moment, I started to pull out of her. My dick was
still semi-hard, and the sensation of pulling out of
her felt wonderful on my dick. I paused before I got
completely out of her, then pushed back in. I began a
slow, easy fuck in and out of her, restricting my
speed and force because I was not hard enough to fuck
her hard and fast. It didn't take much of that before
I was, though, and I was soon pounding into her. My
second come shot was smaller, but very satisfying. My
balls convulsed about five times, each time sending a
small quantity of sperm deep into her pussy. When I
finished this time, I had to pull out of her. The
sensation was just too overpowering to stay inside
her.

	I rested a moment, then put her panties back into
position. I re-buttoned her skirt, and made sure she
was as close to the position she had been in
originally as I could. Like I had done with Lanelle, I
left her there and went to work.

	The next week, she was back, right on time. She
seemed to be distracted, and I was concerned that she
might know what had happened to her. My dick was
getting hard just looking at her, thinking back to the
previous week when I had fucked her. I regreted not
taking the opportunity to take pictures of her and to
video tape the fuck. On the one hand, it would have
been nice to have, but on the other hand, it would
have been stupid. I was concerned about what was
bothering her. I didn't know whether to pursue it or
not, because I didn't know what to say to her if I
questioned her and she knew she had been fucked by me.
I asked anyway, thinking that if she knew, it would
come out anyway, and if she didn't, it didn't matter.
I asked her what was wrong.

	She told me that she had lost her job. It seems that
the day after her last visit to me, she had gone to
work as usual. She had been called to Human Resources
right after lunch, and sent in for a random drug
screen, which she had failed. She said she was sure it
had been an error at the testing lab or something, and
that she had appealed it, but it had come back
positive from a second lab as well, and they had fired
her.

	I told her that I would put out a few inquiries among
my friends to see if they knew of a job she could get,
but told her that it would be a real problem since she
had been fired for failing a drug screen.
	


















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