Jackie
I kissed Jackie Ho on the lips, briefly brushing her tongue with my own. I was aware of her firm breasts teasing the hair on my chest. They were large breasts like ski slopes on top gracefully soaring to nipples like a child's little finger. I cupped them one in each hand and hefted their weight before nursing their nipples in turn.
Jackie's slim hips were moving and as I reached down inside her panties to lubricate her opening, she gripped my finger. She was wonderfully tight and as I pulled the soft silk over her shapely legs I stopped to nuzzle the springy mass of tight curls. My tongue found the opening and as I began to suck on her clitoris she wiggled and locked me in a scissors hold. She went wild and pushed in and out with a frenzy unlike anything I had ever experienced.
I turned her around spread her cheeks and began to work the silk panties into the hole that squeezed with a golfer's grip as I fed the panties a finger at a time. Jackie moaned; a long wailing moan as I stuck my engorged penis into her tight pussy. I was holding her around the waste with one arm and cradling her legs with the other. She was like a wild animal as I pushed harder and deeper.
I wanted to save it, so I withdrew and kissed her cheeks and nuzzled the tender flesh of her neck, feeling the hard pulses as her heart pounded. She looked at me quizzically with large liquid eyes. I smiled at her beauty and recalled the first time I had seen her at the bank. She always wore a black skirt and a white blouse that strained at the thin fabric. She never smiled and was curtly professional, obviously her way of saying stay away. She had refused my proposal of lunch and at every visit acted as though she had never seen me before.
Now as I pulled her tight to me and entered her from the front, I recalled awhile before, unbuttoning her blouse then her bra, to unleash the bouncing flesh. I had been exhilarated at the sight and by the feel. Now as I was ready for the ultimate pleasure of pleasures, I felt a sweet twinge of regret. Could this be saved for another day?
As my dick exploded inside of her, I realized it could not. Her neck was twisted and at an odd angle to her body from her violent struggle. She had hanged beautifully and was still fighting to free herself from the rope around her neck. Another few minutes and it would be over.
She was beautiful in death. Her pinioned arms forced her breasts forward and her neck was visibly stretched. Her eyes were wide and had gone a little funny, probably from violently throwing her neck from side to side in the early struggles with the rope. I reached out and closed them. She had worked hard to make this moment an unbelievable pleasure.
I walked around her gently swinging form, sipped from my wine and ran my free hand over her soft flesh. Her hot bath was running. Soon I would cut her down and cherish every moment as I made preparation for the evening. A flavorful cleansing douche, a bubble bath, and a warm oil rub. I would be caring and respectful, pushing and pulling ever so gently until for the last time I would pulse inside her depths bringing to mind the exquisite vision of her hanged form.
Copyright by Michelle (2002).