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Copyright (C) 1998, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit, or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com, mrdouble@airmail.net, or
mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, File: jehowits.txt from
jehowits.zip http://www.mrdouble.com

   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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