HOMELESS--Part 6

He lowers his face so that he’s in line with her asscrack, diving his tongue into her asshole like Saddam’s WMDs are hidden in there (excuse the alliteration). Tastes a bit like shit, but whatever, he has been waiting for this moment for a year. At the same time he works his finger deeper into her ass, burying his finger up to the knuckle in there. Yeah she’s pretty dry, but he has always masturbated dry and there’s no point in lubing up for her pleasure, what’s even the point. Spelling her name with his tongue as it licks her asshole, he spells her last name with his finger buried inside of her, a little fun side activity before the main event. He looks down and sees that he has actually come without even being aware, the small white puddle already staining the floor. Not caring how sloppy he leaves the crime scene, it’ll all be gone anyway, he uses his hand to cup most of it, using it to literally slap her in the face so hard that he’s afraid it might wake her up. Other than a tiny, instinctive jerk, she settles back into sleep and he relaxes his own asshole just a bit, cum seeping into her nostrils as she breathes in his life-giving substance. The stalker admires his handiwork a bit before his cock is back to full hardness and he sticks it without a second thought all the way into her ass. Probably a bad idea, as he soon realizes the reason why people always lube up. Yes he’s stuck in her squeezing ass tunnel and it feels like nothing on this Earth, but he can’t pull himself back out. His first attempt actually hurts, cutting the tip of his penis off from oxygen. Looking around frantically, he is the luckiest guy on Earth as a small vial of olive oil sits on the nearby coffee table. Leaning over, his sweaty chest touching her back, he grabs the vial and begins pouring it into her ass to let himself out. After initially seeming futile, he slowly starts to feel give and he allows himself to withdraw from her ass, pieces of shit from her internal depths clinging to his shaft. However, he stops from fully withdrawing himself, leaving just the head buried in her, and, giving himself a moment to breathe, thrusts himself all the way back inside her. Thankfully, it’s not so tight this time and in a bit each thrust feels heavenly, her asshole having molded perfectly around his cock. He wishes this moment can last forever, but he knows it’ll be cut short either by his incoming orgasm or the law. Whatever comes first, it doesn’t stop him from rearranging her guts with no regard for her health, which is exactly what he’s doing. Adding some twist in his thrust, he makes sure to explore her depths, eliciting a bit more pleasure for himself and grabbing her tits for a handhold through her shirt. Squeezing particularly hard, he tears her shirt in half so now she’s completely naked except a pair of socks, her feet being lifted off the ground every time he thrusts. Sliding his cock completely into her ass, he occasionally takes it out to slap her cheeks, spraying shit flecks all over her cheeks and crack. By the tenth minute her whole ass was red from his slapping, the outer ring of her ass swollen and looking rightly abused (her insides probably look the same), but the overall tenderness of this state keeps the stalker satisfied. In order to stop coming at this point, he begins focusing on the random shit around her house: trying to count every single piece of paper from her job that she has left on the kitchen table, the various framed photos of her and her family, the pencils scattered about haphazardly next to her laptop. No matter what he does, he does have to give into the primal urges eventually.

She was there about fifteen minutes when Dr. Cullen entered with a smile. “I heard this was going to be a theatrical production.” I introduced Andrea and Allison and Dr. Cullen told them where they should stand in order to get the best view. She rubbed some gel on Jennie’s abdomen and asked what we were hoping for.