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An erotic fantasy: Night Prowler
Chapter 1b: Action
"I don't think she would enjoy this. We have our own side of the
house and she won't know. Lets trade guys before we kick them
out."
The blonde looked railroaded. I don't think that she has too much
processing power, truth be known. I got the impression that she was
head over heels with this jerkoff frat asshole somehow. She looked
perplexed but she yielded to the desires of Vicky and agreed with
a hopelessly lost expression.
I've heard these two talking of lezzie adventures when the
brunette was gone. Each has experimented and they have shared
adventures in drunken exchanges, but they only teased each other
in the pursuit of a real personal fulfillment. They get real full
of margaritas when they are alone and they talk of sharing an
evening, before retiring and each beating off alone in a bed;
illuminated with a starlight scope.
"We want both of you to join us after an hour or so. Just knock
first
girlfriend."
The blonde looked again bewildered again, but nodded consent.
While somewhat open they both have passed on any physical contact
that I have detected in the past. This is a real breakthrough for
the three of us.
The brunette is openly down on the idea of female sex. She is
submissive, yet her opinion is heavily weighted against homosexual
acts of any kind. It is the other two who delight in the erotic
talk in private.
The redhead put her hand behind the blondes neck and they hunkered
below the deck level and exchanged tongue for several moments,
ending
only when the brunette returned. This was new. This was erotic. This
was perfect timing. This was my dream, in part.
They both focused attention on the brunette as she came back out.
My dick was limp as hell. I was scared shitless that I might be
discovered. They cleaned up the glass and left to finish their
drinks on the deck finally.
My heart was racing like it never raced before. I was sure that
they could hear it pounding. I lay motionless and tried to control
my breathing.
After thirty minutes the girls left. Each took her own car and
each vowed to bring home a good fuck, if not their target in
sight, whoever they could snag.
I slowly scooted from the deck for my last time. Looking, I was
comfortable that no one would discover evidence from my perch. I
wore two neutral colored stockings over my head and limbs on each
visit. Painted and with a bit of camo paint they assure I'll lose
no DNA nor be discovered .
I decide to grab the yard rake from the utility shed anyway. I
sweep the ground relentlessly beneath the deck before loading the
large pile of leaves and dirt into a garbage sack, stowing it for
later disposal. Then I grabbed the garden hose and wet down the
entire area beneath the deck. The spraying action deformed any and
all preformed indentations beneath and wet in any remaining debris.
I turned the hose to the plants all about before shutting the water
off. I have a glove on my right hand, over the double stockings, to
make certain I leave no prints.
I've wanted to enter on several occasions. I have always elected
to the tougher decision; I have never entered the house. It would
take a full fifteen seconds for me to get in without any method of
detection whatsoever. But there is always that small chance that I
could be linked via a hair, or a drop of sweat. I chose to
maintain a perimeter I could be assured would leave no clues.
Zero. As in nada.
I waited before grabbing the hose and wetting down ground zero
again.
On the deck I grab the three quarters full bottle of techila and
head through the woods back to my car. Opening the trunk, I set it
down as I pick up an identical bottle. Identical except this one
has several of those date rape pills dissolved in it. I'd bought a
gross of then two years before out of town. There could be no link
to me here.
I've tried the mixture several times on myself. I weigh 200 pounds
and experimented to determine the dosage. I had this bottle of
techila mixed with the same dosage as I take. There was the
possibility the girls would OD. I've never messed with this stuff
before. It was critical however that the guys went out completely
and that the girls stayed out longer, so I could dispose of the
guys, so I used the dosage required to put me out for ten hours.
Returning, I placed the adultered bottle back into their bar on
wheels. They had a bottle of Jack Black and a bottle of gin on the
rack. I pulled the top of each slightly and lowered the rack so that
it appeared as if the wind had blown it over. The bourbon and gin
leaked out until there was only a couple of shots of each left.
The top on the techila was tight and the contents remained. I'd
seen that they had plenty of marguita mix on the kitchen counter
and I staked all bets that the group would indeed settle on
margaritas.
This is the first crossroads of decision for me. Not only if
someone did not drink, but if someone chose to drink anything else
all of my planning would be nullified. They all had to choose to
have at least a whole, single margarita in order for my success.
If I got a beer drinker, like myself, I was screwed.
I chose to wait in the woodline some forty yards away when the
party came home. I had a good pair of binocs and I watched from
afar as they stood the bar-on-wheels up and the redhead grabbed
the techila bottle and held it above her head. The guys howled
like wolves in response. No one paid any further attention to the
almost empty gin and Jack Black bottles. They all preceded to make
and enjoy margaritas.
It took nearly fifteen minutes. The girls all went limp and
slumped in their chairs. The guys were cross-eyed fucked up. They
looked at each other once before exclaiming their perceptions of
the situation and then making a feeble attempt at each respective
girl.
Standing at the edge of the porch I admired all six slumped forms.
Mr. Sandman had proceeded me tonight, to my delight. I truly hope
the girls did not get too much. I figure they drank less
proportionately. I hope things are well. I have a ways to go
tonight and so do they.
I'd chosen a college out of town by forty miles. I had to travel
some cop intensive roads before I was home.
Still in my protective suit I loaded Wayne and the other guy I
like into my car. I had stalked them as well. Each lives alone in
off campus efficiency rathole with no pesky neighbors. The risk is
high, but I decided to return each to his own bed. My watch showed
11:32 PM. It was way too early for anyone to crash my actions. I
raised the stockings revealing my face and put a cap on backwards.
Slipping out of the camo coat it would look like a homeboy helping
his friend in to anyone who might witness the event from afar. There
were no signs of life outside his house luckily. This is a pivotal
point. The absence of even a distant barking dog assured me the
extreme risk had passed and that the extreme rewards were ahead.
Taking his keys out, I helped Wayne out of the car to the door.
Holding him up while I opened the door was tricky, but I managed.
Once inside I took him to the bedroom and I stripped him to his
underwear and I laid him down. I threw his pants like I throw my
pants when I'm shitfaced onto whatever is convenient. It was over
the his aquarium that they dropped.
I eased out of the house and returned to the car. Whats-his-name
was out in the backseat. I eased around to his place without
drawing any attention to myself. I backed into the driveway and
decided that the couch was far enough. I noticed the trash had
not been taken out. As a finale I took 21 beer bottles out and I
set them all around.
This guy became conscious for a moment and he looked me in the
eye. I was holding a beer bottle. First I froze, then I held the
bottle out as if offering it. He turned up a lip and rolled over
before slumping back into never-neverland. It was unsettling. He
had seen me, but the drug was known to never allow such memories
to register. I felt confident that this event never would make it
into his gray matter.
I stood over him for a few moments while I bounced thoughts around.
I was confident that my vision would never be remembered and I
left everything as I would have left it if I stayed home alone and
got drunk. I left the TV on and locked the door behind me.
The return trip was filled with anxiety. What if someone else had
come over in my absence? I'd left the four others on the deck
after all. What if the fucking frat woke up? What if any of them had
awaken as I sped back to the scene.
Parking in the drive this time, I eased around the house to find
everyone still out. The deal was still on.
Quickly, I raised each girls skirt and massaged their pussy. Each
creamed in a state of unconsciousness as I had expected. I removed
each girls soiled underwear. Each was spotted with creme. Enough
for DNA ID I hoped anyway.
I looked at the frat asshole long and hard. I needed a sperm sample
from him now.
"God-damn-it," I thought to myself. "This sucks."
Grabbing his legs I undid his shorts and I pulled them over his
shoes. I took his underwear off and then placed all four pair of
underwear on his belly.
I decided that I might as well get it all. I took his shirt off.
He is a physically attractive guy. He's lean, tanned and feminine
with dark hair. He of course has that eighteen year glow about
him. He has a certain feminine look that actually I find
stimulating. I'm not gay. Certain men have turned me own in the
past though and each one of them was feminine. So this feminine
"boy" should be easy...
I'm stalling. I know what I have to do. I'm not doing it. I'm
sitting here stalling. If someone were to walk around the corner
of the house it would all be a flop.
I've never had any sex with another guy. I have been outright
opposed to the notion until the last few years. I met a guy awhile
back who I found myself fantasizing about. He too was an eighteen
year old student at school. I could not bring myself to make my
feelings known to him though, even though I sensed that he was gay.
Impulsively, I grabbed his balls and began massaging them. He was
still, completely unconscious. The reality of the situation made
my head spin. I had my hand on another man's balls. It was if I
was watching a movie. My thoughts panned away like a camera shot.
I felt my cock grow stiff and stimulated. Strange, I thought to
myself.
I found myself moving down, as scores of girls had moved down on
me. Onto my knees; I held the cock up and began using my tongue on
his balls. I love this, so I imagined that he would too.
It was not until I ran my tongue up the underside of his shaft
that it began to become rigid; it was a completely involuntary
action on his part. I placed it in my mouth and began to blow him
before I had time for any second thoughts. My mind blanked out as
I did what I had to do.
I felt that he was committed and I pulled away and began to give
him a hand job. He came finally. It splattered the underwear on
his stomach. I took them and soaked up the aftercum and then
spread the goop on all of the girls underwear good.
"God-damn. What the hell have I done?" I wondered.
I had done what needed to be done whether I enjoyed it or not. I
set each pair of underwear out to dry and slipped his shorts back
on. I put him in the blondes' car and I drove him home. I left
blondies underwear with sperm and cream in the trunk. I took him
in and dropped him inside the door. Fuck, he won't remember a
thing anyway. I opened his fridge. There was a single container of
orange juice to drink. I poured more than enough of the same drug
into the juice to keep him out as long as he drank the juice.
I thought of making a copy of his key and returning to remove the
OJ jug. I decided against it, betting that he would drink the one
third full jug in a sitting and dispose of the jug before he was
even a real suspect. At any rate, I had left no prints. The DNA I
left on his dick would be washed away when he showered. I elected
to come back and observe his trash until I had the OJ carton
disposed of. It took me three days. I retrieved the jug knowing
that he was dead to the world.
Leaving, I couldn't help but to think about him. I hate the
asshole, but he is a good looking guy. He is a sexy guy and this
infuriated me. He is a goddamned frat asshole for christs sake.
The looking down the nose of the overly priveledged frat rats made
me mad.
He is the fallguy. The other girls underwear, their cream mixed
with his, will be found back at their house. That is the evidence
concerning the disappearance of three babes.
Wayne and the other dude will awaken oblivious to these external
events. They will be home with an unrealized memory gap tomorrow.
When they return to campus the news of the frat rat president's
alleged rape/murders will dominate the news. Memories of
participation are in a Jell-O textured never-neverland. They will
never solidify. I'm sure of this.
And that was it. No prints, or DNA or anything. Just an
asshole and three missing girls and ample evidence to convict.
Entering the first cell I laid Cindy on the bed and stripped
her of all clothing. She was even finer than I'd noticed. Some
redheads are ugly to plain, and some are extremely beautiful.
She has no freckles. Her skin is creamy white and unblemished.
Her tits are pert, perfect.
I wrestled with my plan for a moment. I had planned on shaving each
girls head upon arrival, sort of a boot camp experience for each.
I decided to forget that. These girls are too fine to spoil. I
decided to double up in my other efforts in reforming these
beauties into sex slaves instead.
I placed one of my old T-shirts on her before cuffing her wrists
behind her back. Then her studded black leather collar went on. I
padlocked it with a small Master lock. Then I placed the black
leather hood on her head. Only the mouth and nose were open. I
decided to wait on the gag in fear that she might choke before I
returned. I took the short chain from the headboard and snapped it
to her collar before laying her out to sleep off the drug.
I checked the camera on my way out. I had installed closed circuit
cameras throughout the basement as well as outside in the
exercise area and all around the perimeter for security. I would
be able to view everything from the TV in my bedroom when it was
switched to auxiliary.
NEXT: NP-CH1c.TXT
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