She was dead.

David looked at the girl lying at his feet. Her eyes looked lifelessly into the sunset as the rope marks faded from her neck. A young high school freshmen, with blonde laces, and beautiful blue eyes. She had been wearing a fluffy white jersey top and denim shorts.

Her parents were out for the weekend. Off to a trip to the Bahamas leaving her alone to take care of the house. Well, that was until he showed up. He sniffed, taking a look around to make sure no one had seen him before putting the rope next to the side of the house.

He lifted her up by her armpits, and then got her on his back, before piggy backing her inside. He sanctimoniously dropped her dead body off in the living room on a couch and locked the door behind him before making his way to the kitchen to fix himself some dinner.

He was starving. It had been a few days since he had a proper meal. A side-effect of being a runaway homeless teen. But, even homeless teens had perks. He fixed himself a sandwich and scarfed it down. The TV was right by the couch and he sat next to her,
sitting her upright, as he flipped on the channel.

Her head leaned grossly to the side. Her mouth hung open, tongue sticking out.

“I guess it’d be too much to expect a conversation, huh?”

He touched her on the lips, savoring the light pinkish lipstick she had on. He wasn’t sure if she had been planning to go to a party later that night. Maybe, that’s why she opened the door.

“I don’t even know your name. I wonder if you taste good.”

He seductively pushed her down on the couch, closing her dead eyes. He wanted to make it look as if she was enjoying this, if she was asking for this. It was a game he liked to play with his dolls. They always like this. They always ask for it.

His hands fingered her mouth drawing her tongue out like a fish. He laughed, looking on how ridiculous she looked. Does it taste good? My fingers?

He pressed down on her lips, sucking on her soft succulent lips, tasting her like fruit. Strawberry flavor? It could be better. His right hand glided down to her shirt, feeling her breasts, cupping them in his grip. He took a moment to admire the firmness of her assets and then moved his left hand down to her shorts, unzipping her flier, and pressing his fingers on her clit.

He leaned over her, feeling her up before plunging his fingers deep into her vagina. It was lukewarm. He then unzipped his pants, letting his dick slide out, and slowly pushed it into her wet open flier.

He grunted as it pushed through her vaginal walls, slowly worming its way up her uterus. He could feel a slight stiffness as he got half his dick in, but he firmly gripped her shoulders with both his hands and shoved it all the way in.

“Uhh,” he moaned, erotically feeling the pleasure rising up his hips. He kissed her, twisting her tongue in his mouth. He smiled, feeling deep inside her body. His dick exploring all of her bodily wonders. He curled her legs around his waist, and tucked his arms under hers, and began to pump his hips.

Her legs began to bang on his sides, as if inviting his fucking. Her breasts bobbing up and down. He moved his hands under her bra, and fucked her while holding them tight.

“It feels good doesn’t it?”

He laughed and began to talk while still kissing her. His voice, echoed in her throat, as if she was alive.

“I’m dead and I’m getting fucked. Your dick is so big! It feels great. Keep fucking me. I don’t need my parents. I don’t need anyone. Just your big fat cock in my pussy.”

He held her tight, pushing all of his weight into his hips, before letting it all go. His legs quivered as he ejaculated, feeling her soft bossom between his legs.

“Ugh…uhh..ah…oooh..”

He lay on top of her gasping, leaning his head on her chest.

“Hey, that wasn’t half bad for a blonde.”

He leaned in, feeling up her breasts, before watching televsion. His hips fucking her as he watched.

“It’s strange isn’t it?” he said, as her legs softly bobbed to his fucking, “I’m here in another person’s house fucking someone I don’t even know. Life is weird.”

He looked over and felt up her phone in the pocket of her shorts.

“Oh, that’s right. I wonder if she has friends.”

David smiled softly, before burying himself back in her dead cunt.