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 WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material.

   It is not intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.  This is a
work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.  Copyright 2007.



   Title: John

   Author: geraldine

   Story codes: MF, anal, viol, snuff



   John Brown.  I still have his business card.  Construction foreman.

   I had decided to get away for a while and do a week-long hike up and
over a massive mountain range in the Rockies.  I took the train up north
and hitchhiked the rest of the way to the bottom of the ski resort hill. 
It was June, so there weren't too many people heading up the road to the
ski area.  So I started walking.

   I didn't see anyone, not a single soul, until I saw John.  I didn't know
his name at that time, of course.  He was just some big guy parked at the
side of the road.  Looking at diagrams, maps.  Planning some sort of
construction.  I walked past him, with my huge backpack on.  He saw me and
called me over.  Said hello.  Offered me a ride up the mountain.  Very
kind.

   He was about six foot four.  Big guy, thick through the middle. 
Receding hairline.  Maybe forty years old.  Facial hair, quick smile.  A
typical beer-swilling, middle-class, simple man.

   When we got to the trailhead for my backpacking trip, there was a lot of
snow still covering the ground.  I was pretty sure there was no way I could
make it.  The snow looked to be about five feet deep, and melting
underneath.  John waited a moment so I could test the snow.  I went
straight through, up to my crotch.  God it was wet, and cold.  I was not
expecting, or prepared for, snow in June.  I was upset.  I had no snowshoes
or skis.  I had five day's worth of supplies, and time off.  I looked out
across the snow and just about cried.

   John came out of his truck.  I had known him for all of half an hour at
this point.  I liked him.  Very friendly and helpful.  We leaned up against
his truck and talked.  He was visiting from out of town.  Had wife and kids
at home.  Was project manager for upgrading the road up to the ski area. 
Was here alone.  Staying at a motel in town for a couple of weeks to get
everything set up and organized and planned.

   I made some comment about not knowing where I was going to spend the
night.  It was already mid-afternoon by this point, and I did not want to
spend the night at the edge of the ski hill, on snow.  And I did not want
to spend the evening hitchhiking home already.  I was tired, and not happy.


   So naturally, he offered to let me stay in his motel room overnight.  I
said yes.

   He just had some quick paperwork to finish up.  He drove me to his motel
room and dropped me off.  He left for a while, to do who knows what.  I
could tell he appreciated the company.  It was probably quite boring for
him to be here alone, away from friends and family.  When he came back, he
had a huge bucket of chicken, and fries and salad and beer.  I was
ecstatic, and hungry, and thankful.

   I had taken the liberty of having a shower while he was gone.  I felt so
much better afterwards.  I had put on a very short pair of black spandex
shorts, and a tank top.  Nothing else.  My long blonde hair was still
dripping down my back when he showed up with the food.  I was only 20 years
old at the time.  I know he was watching me but trying not to stare at my
hard nipples and my long legs.  I didn't mind, and I didn't care.

   This room had two big queen size beds.  I flopped down on my stomach on
one bed while he lay down on the other bed.  He turned on the TV and we
joked about what movie to watch.  We ate greasy chicken and drank beers and
laughed.  Because I was lying with my head near the foot of the bed, and he
was on the other bed, propped up sitting against the headboard, I could not
see his face.  I could catch glimpses of him in the reflection off the TV
set once in a while.  He kept looking at me; his eyes burned into me and I
could feel it.  Whenever I shifted or moved a little, I could hear him let
out his breath softly.  I bet he didn't know he was doing that.  I could
feel my ass wiggle slightly when I moved, and I would flex it a bit too.  I
played with my hair.  I laughed a lot.  I kicked my feet up.  I rolled over
once in a while so I could watch TV upside down.  I could see him watching
my breasts move under my tank top as I rolled over.  He bit his lip and
tried to watch the movie.  I don't even remember what movie it was.  I was
having too much fun.  One time when I rolled over my breast poked out of my
top and he caught a glimpse of my erect nipple.  He shifted uncomfortably.
He was trying to be the good, kind husband.  Trying very hard.  I just
acted like I wasn't doing anything on purpose.  I was just happy, having
fun, laughing, enjoying.

   I got up to use the washroom.  My back was wet from my dripping wet
hair. I made sure I wiggled my ass a little extra for him, but not so much
that he knew I was doing it.  When I came back out, I came over to where he
was laying.  I sat on the side of the bed.

   "Can you do me a huge favor?"

   He swallowed hard.  "Sure, what?" Tried to look straight into my eyes.

   "My back is sure tight.  Would you be able to give me a massage?  I
would really appreciate it."

   And that is how I ended up laying on his bed, with my head on a pillow,
on my stomach, getting a back massage.  He was really good.  Huge strong
hands.  I let out little sighs and moans and whimpers and teensy little
squeals as he kneaded my body.  It felt wonderful.

   After some time, he moved from sitting beside me to straddling the small
of my back.  I am sure that was more comfortable for him.  It also allowed
him to feel my ass moving under him.  He slowly shifted down so he could
massage the small of my back, then down to the top curve of my ass. 
Slowly, hesitantly, as if he thought I would tell him to stop.  But I
didn't.  It felt really good, and was getting me worked up.  He was being
very quiet, save for his soft breathing.  After a while he stopped worrying
if I could feel his erection against my leg.

   I squirmed a little and he didn't say anything but he slid further down
and let me splay out my legs on the bed.  He sat between my legs and
started kneading my ass.  I was getting louder.  The tight shorts I was
wearing were very short, and his hands moved up and down from my ass onto
the bare skin of my thighs.  With my legs spread like this I could smell my
pussy.  The whole room already smelled like sex.  I kept flexing my ass and
wiggling it for him.  He slid his fingers up under the stretchy fabric of
my shorts and kneaded my ass, then my pussy, and then finally slid his
fingers inside me.  I was so wet already.  I moaned and kicked my ass up a
little, which got him more excited.  He worked his fingers in and out of
me, finally pulling out and sliding my shorts off so he could get better
access.

   He was talking dirty to me, asking me if I liked it, if I liked him in
my wet pussy.  His hands were rough on me and in me.  I love it like that.
He was kneading my ass cheeks and then got down and started licking me.  I
pushed up against his tongue.  He slid a pillow over to prop up my hips. 
He lapped at me hungrily like a dog, working his fingers in and licking and
biting.  He slid his wet fingers into my ass.  He sat up and pounded his
fingers into my holes.  I was screaming and moaning loudly and bucking and
writhing under him.

   He rolled me over onto my back and pulled off my tank top.  Leaned down,
bit and licked my nipples.  He was dripping sweat onto me and grunting like
an animal.  He bent me in half, pushing my legs back until my feet touched
the headboard above my head, and licked and fingered me some more.  Then he
quickly slid off his shorts and drove his cock into my pussy.  He was so
thick my eyes rolled back into my head and I almost blacked out.  It was
fantastic.  He pounded me until he came, then rolled me over onto my
stomach and spanked and bit my ass until it was bright red.  Ran his tongue
all over me.  Pinched my skin.  Made me beg him to fuck me again.  Make me
beg him to fuck my ass.  Fingered my ass until it was stretched and sore.
Bit my skin, climbed up on top of my back and bit the back of my neck like
an animal, all the things I love.

   When he got hard again he got close to my ear and told me he was going
to rip my ass to shreds.  I whimpered for him.  He pulled me up onto my
knees and slid his cock into my pussy to get it wet, then pulled out and
pushed it deep into my sore ass.  He told me to breathe, to relax, and to
like it.  He grabbed my hips and drove himself in to the hilt.  I squealed
and wiggled and bucked and shuddered.  I love assfucking.  He kept stopping
and pulling out and spreading my ass cheeks, then diving back in again.  He
pulled me around a bit so he could watch us in a mirror.  He reached
forward and grabbed my hair, pulled at my nipples, grabbed my throat.  When
he finally came and pulled out, I felt cum pouring out of me and all down
my pussy and legs.  I collapsed on the bed and he was all over me again. 
He was hungry.  He got hard again after a while and fucked me again.  He
came several times.

   I don't even remember what time I finally rolled over and fell asleep.
It was very late.  I was exhausted and covered in his sweat and mine.  So
was he.  The bed was wet and sticky, but I didn't care.  I love getting the
hell fucked out of me.  My pussy and ass were so swollen and sore.  I was
surprised that a guy his age could cum that much in one night, and just
keep going.  I wasn't complaining.  His wife was probably just not as
interested in sex or as receptive as me.

   I woke up the next morning still pretty tired.  He was pushed up against
me.  His alarm went off and he jumped out of bed.  I started purring.  As
per usual, I wanted more.  I always want more.  It's an issue.  So I told
him I wanted more, right now.

   "I have to get working." Nervous.  Avoided my eyes, like a bad dog.

   I pouted.  I was not used to being refused like this.  I was unhappy
with that answer.  So I asked if I could spend another night, and perhaps
we could spend another whole night having sex.  The sex was really good.

   "No, I can't.  You need to leave.  You can't stay here, someone will
find out ...."

   I thought: this man's conscience was not bothering him last night.  It
made me furious.  No one says no to me.  No one.  And no one would see me
here, or know that I was here.  His excuses were weak.  I got very quiet. I
was thinking.

   A moment passed.  I put my happy face back on.  Acted like it was
nothing, acted nice.  He gave me his business card and promised to contact
me again.  I knew he just wanted me for sex.  But only when it was
convenient for him, only when he wanted it.  Not when I wanted it.

   He said he could drive me out to the edge of town so that I could easily
get a ride back home.  It was the least he could do, he said.  I thought:
No one says no to me.  It is a hard and fast rule.

   He got up to have a shower.  I waited until I heard the water running. I
went into my backpack to pull out my boot knife.  I always have a knife
with me.  In the bush it is so handy.  Without a knife you can die.  I
always have it on me when I hitchhike as well.  Same reasoning.  Gerber. 
It's funny that my knife shares the same name as a brand of baby food.

   I was beyond being mad now, beyond being pissed off or annoyed or
disappointed or bitter.  I was on autopilot, in my own little zone.  I was
naked.  I tied my hair into a bun on top of my head.  I walked with the
knife to the bathroom and looked inside.  The shower curtain was pulled
shut.  He was standing under the pouring water.

   Every move I made was deliberate, strong, and perfect.  Slide open the
curtain.  Free hand goes straight to the head.  Push the head sideways into
the tiles.  I used my whole body to push against him, pinning his head
against he cold tiles.  Fast, so he couldn't move and his feet didn't slip
out.  Knife in the dominant hand, raised.  Two exquisite stabbing motions
straight into the softness of his neck.  So fast his arms were just coming
up to defend, and I was already done.  Blood sprayed out when I pulled out
the knife the first time.  I was faster with the second stab.  There was
instantly blood everywhere.

   I let go, stood back.  Sort of got behind the half-closed shower curtain
so I didn't get too messy.  He slid and kicked and fell into the bathtub. A
loud crash.  Arms flailing, clawing at his neck.  Eyes unseeing.  Fish out
of water.  Bright red blood just spraying and flowing and splattering
everywhere.  His hands were covered in red, grabbing at his neck, like he
was trying in vain to fix it.  Very noisy movements, but no sound from him
except gurgling.  Desperate.  He lashed out at the shower curtain, made
contact, grabbed it and ripped it clean off the rod.  That made a lot of
noise too.

   It all took less than a minute.  I knew exactly what I needed to do.  He
finally slowed, tired, and stopped.  Red swirls in front of my eyes.  So
lovely.

   It was fairly contained in the bathtub, which was perfect.  I hate
cleanup.  The smell started.  I didn't even look at him again.  I didn't
have to.  I just wanted to clean up and leave.  I got a towel and wiped
down everything I had touched.  I knew I won't find every blonde hair in
the room, but I tried.  I had a few spots of blood on me, but not much.  I
was quick.  Mostly I think it was from whipping the knife back towards me.
Drew the blood straight to me.  I rinsed and cleaned off my knife in the
sink.  Returned it lovingly to its sheath.

   I spent an hour cleaning, just to make sure.  Very particular about how
I do things.  I had not planned on this so I wasn't being careful about
what I touched last night.  I should have known better.  I rolled up the
sheet and pillowcases from where we had sex and slept and put them in my
backpack.  I disposed of them later, along with the towel I was using. 
Went through the room carefully.  It was still before 9am.  I put on one of
his ball caps and my sunglasses before I left.  Tucked my hair under the
cap a little.

   I took his truck keys and left the room, taking care to wipe down the
doorknob.  I put the "do not disturb" sign on the doorknob to perhaps buy
some time before the maids came to clean the room.  I drove off quickly in
his truck.  I didn't know the area at all, unfortunately.  I immediately
drove onto a side road, where I didn't think anyone would see me, and
parked off the road behind some bushes.  At least the truck was very
generic looking, without even the company name on it.  I cleaned and wiped
down the truck.

   And then I began the long walk back to a main road where I could put my
thumb out and hitch a ride home.  I was tired and sore, but happy.