While Jenna had a steady boyfriend her own age, she could never tell anyone that she was obsessed with older men. They didn't even have to be George Clooney, in fact, the thought, or rather fantasy, of being taken by a man thirty, forty or even fifty years older than her 16 years filled her head. She joined age difference sites and flirted with older men, all without giving her real name or identification. Despite her fantasies, she was far too scared to ever try anything for real. But that didn't stop her from skyping with strange men, much older men, teasing them, wanting their approval and knowing that if she really wanted to try it, she could find one in less than an hour. She soon realized that some men didn't like to be teased and continually demanded more. Sometimes she gave peeps of herself but the conversations grew in deviant ways and she'd shut down for a few days before getting the courage to start fresh. Things came to head when one older male, bald with a white beard kept popping up on her skype no matter if she changed names or not. He wanted to know where she lived and when they could meet. His aggression scared her so that she finally told him to fuck off and die. He warned her not to cut off communication, but she immediately closed all her skype accounts and any other way for him or anyone else to contact her. What Jenna didn't know that with clues that she had already given away, he was figuring out who she was. Three weeks later he was standing outside her window as she slept. One week later he knew the family schedule and that her parents left in the morning just as she got into the shower to get ready for school. One day later no one saw him slip into the garage as the electric door closed and her mother pulled out of the driveway. When Jenna entered her bedroom, wearing only a towel, she never saw the man standing behind her door. When she turned at the sound of his steps it was too late. Her towel fell to the floor as he pushed her back to the bed. The two fell onto her bed in a wild heap, but Jenna, unprepared for a struggle was quickly subdued by the much larger (only two inches by height, but twice her weight) man. He was soon was straddling her waist, with one hand around her neck and the other holding one of her arms. Despite her free arm flailing at him, he couldn't help but stare at her small breasts bobbing about. So sweet. As she struggled to not only free herself, but to breathe, Jenna took her first look at the man on top of her. She instantly recognized the bald head, stubby white beard and beady eyes as the man from the internet, except he looked much older and grizzled in person. She was also quick to note that he was also naked, white hair covering his man boobs and belly. His stubby stiff penis pressed against her stomach, pointing at her like a small cannon. Fed up with her struggling, he released his grip on her arm and smacked her face hard five times until she calmed. He then added pressure to her neck, further restricting her breathing. Jenna's world was spinning out of control as her fight became one to breathe. With both hands she grabbed his wrist in attempt to release his grip, completely ignoring the fact that the man had moved between her legs and was using his slap hand to work his penis inside her. Just as she worked her fingers under his thumb and began to pry him off her neck she felt him penetrate her. She was being raped in her own bed. She took one quick gulp of air when suddenly a second hand was on her throat, thumbs pressing into her neck, cutting off all air. Jenna was engulfed in a surreal envelope of serenity. While her hands instinctively pried valiantly at his wrists she felt her ears pop and all sounds seemed distorted. She felt him pounding into her hard and loud squeaking of the bed sounded almost musical. His face, twisted and menacing previously, seemed lost in pleasure. He was talking to her but she could no longer tell what he was saying. She felt his body convulse and heard his moans. She didn't even realize her hands had fallen to her sides. He was cumming inside her. Jenna's last thought, oddly enough, was that she hoped he didn't impregnate her. It was another five minutes before he loosened his grip on her neck and realized the once pretty girl was now dead. He thought for a moment that CPR could save her, but instead he only kissed her serene face. Then he kissed her eyes, nose, lips and neck. With her finally quiet, he was finally able to feel the softness of her still warm breasts. Then he nursed on them. Fifteen minutes later he was hard again. Taking her ankles, he spread her legs and easily slipped his cock inside her. He pumped for a short time, then orgasmed, cumming a second time in the dead girl. He sat at the edge of her bed, feeling his heart palpitate. He'd probably need to see a doctor about that. He looked over at the girl. Still pretty, still dead. He felt bad for her. She probably had a wonderful life in front of her. Oh well. He looked between her legs at her shaved bald cunny, glistening from a mixture of sweat and cum. Did every teen girl shave like this? her pussy lips swollen and flowered, still parted. He reached over and thumbed her hole. A thick runny stream of white cum poured out of her and pooled on her sheets. He finally stood and assessed the situation. He figured he ought to be able to roll her up in her bedding and somehow get her to his car. It's too bad you can't keep a dead girl for later. Only real sicko's do that.

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