Kill the Brood  Part 1/4 
by behappy9999@yahoo.com
 


Part 1

How did it all start? Jasmin had just turned eighten year. For her age, which
was clearly seen to her, she was already very feminine. Then - shortly after
her eighteens� birthday, her sixteen-year-old cousin Franziska was seduced,
fucked and then treated like a "nothing" by a fifty-year-old citizen of her
hometown. Franziska had only opened up to Jasmine. Since the sexual
intercourse was mutually agreed, Franziska did not wish to speak to her
parents or anyone else (except Jasmine). The feeling of shame was just too
great. The fact that the man who had fucked her after that pretended that
nothing had happened hit her so much that she wanted to seek the conversation
with him again. She also told her cousin - next week I'll be talking to the
guy. Jasmin took away from her the promise that she would go to the meeting.

As it turned out unfortunately on the Tuesday of the following week, Franziska
had gone alone and without Jasmin to take her fucker as an accompaniment. It
is not possible to clarify how the meeting and the conversation went.
Franziska's body was found in the early morning in the city park in a public
area behind a park bench. A short farewell letter ("I am so ashamed - please
forgive me") was in her hand. A subsequent autopsy revealed an overdose of
sleeping pills. Neither her parents nor anyone else had any idea why Franziska
had left life. No one but Jasmin who was immediately clear what the cause had
been. The plan to hold the fucker accountable matured in her. He should die!

The victim of Jasmin's revenge was a respected citizen of the village, a
member of the city council and various associations. Widowed and father of a
boy, he had some influence in the village. At first Jasmin wanted to make him
feel the pain of Franziska's parents when you lose your child. So she chose
Martin, the son of the fucker, as the first victim. Jasmin had been fascinated
by female deadly women for years and had read all sorts of stories about it.
Now, in addition, a detailed search is carried out via the Internet. It
quickly became apparent that the female killers often used sex to trap their
male victims. As it was said so beautifully - when the man with the tail
thinks, the brain turns off for the most part.

Jasmin was preparing for the first victim hunt. Since her parents were on
holiday, she had the whole house for herself. First, she went to the
hairdresser to have her long red hair put in curls. Thank God they were
holidays and so she had no time pressure. In the following days she followed
Martin - the son of the fucker - by bicycle to study his daily routine. After
only three days, a daily repetitive process took place. Martin rode his bike
relatively early in the morning to a pond lying in the forest to bathe naked
on his own. BINGO - the place of execution was fixed. And also when and how
Jasmin determined on the third day of the observation.

Back home, she provided a bag with a towel and a plastic bag and a leather
belt. A red brief (matching her hairy red pubic), a short skirt and a
tight-fitting T-shirt - but no bra for her pear-shaped well-developed breasts
- were the killer outfit for the next day.

The next morning Jasmin was already on his way so early to be in position
before Martins arrived at the lake. She puts out the towel in the place where
Martin always took off his belongings. She placed the bag with the plastic bag
and leather belt next to the towel she sat on. A short time later Martin
appeared and was amazed to find Jasmin at "his" place. Jasmin's elevator
(without bra) had the desired effect - an erection in his pants.

Jasmin went on the offensive. "Hi, I hope I don't bother you. I am Olga and
wanted to bathe naked here. I hope that doesn't bother you." Martin had to
swallow briefly "no problem, I'm the Martin and come here more often to bathe
naked. So if it doesn't bother you - it doesn't bother me either". Jasmine
"Olga" smiled, pulled her T-shirt over her head and said, "You don't need to
be ashamed because of your erection." Martin's erection had intensified when
her breasts were visible. Jasmin got up, took off the skirt and slipped out of
her panties. She went straight into the water, turned around "the water is
pleasantly warm" and swam in back position with her face to Martin. Martin was
so excited by now that he ripped off his clothes in great haste and plunged
into the water with a highly swollen penis and high red head behind Jasmin and
closed with fast swimming movements to her."Great this pond in the forest -
and Apparently not so overcrowded in the morning. I wouldn't know where else
you could bathe naked in the surroundings without the equally men anglotzen
Jasmin smiled at this statement (such pigs as your father). Martin agreed with
an excited voice. ""Do you actually come here more often for bathing" Martin
had stammered these words. "Today the first time - I guess I will come here
more often - maybe we will meet again," said Jasmin, swam to the shore where
she went to her towel. Martin watched her - with his right hand on his
erection. Should he get one at this sight now? No he said to himself - she has
already seen my stiff penis and hasnot run away screaming.

Jasmin watched him attentively. Then she started drying herself with her
towel. When Martin got out of the water, she took her bag in her hand, stepped
up to him naked and asked, "Shall I dry your back?" . Martin's face again took
on a high red color. He could hardly believe his luck, swallowed and nodded.
Jasmin stepped behind his back, dropped the bag and took the plastic bag and
leather belt out of the bag with her right hand. She kicked Martin from behind
in the right knee and he fell to the ground terrified. Immediately Jasmin sat
on his back and put the plastic bag over Martin's head for a quick movement.
With her body still twitching Martin's body pressed to the ground, Jasmin
swiped the leather belt over his head and tightly pulled it on. Martin
couldn't comprehend what was happening here - he couldn't breathe any more and
despite his efforts he couldn't throw "Olga". His body cramped violently and
his legs trembled. While fighting for his life with the image of the naked
woman's body on his back, he suddenly realized that he was coming to orgasm.
His semen shot out of his penis in violent bursts and landed in the grass.
With this last impression he died. After Martin's body had slackened and no
longer moved, Jasmin stood up - looking between his legs she realized that
Martin had still ejaculated in the face of death. Well then he probably
resigned with a smile on his lips.

Removing the leather belt and plastic bag, packing it in your pocket and then
pulling his body into the pond by the feet was a matter of a few minutes.
After taking Martin's body to a reed belt, she dried herself on the shore.

So - Mission accomplished Times see how it goes on. Let's see how long it
takes until the son is found by the fucker and the fucker suffers the pain of
loss. With this thought, she set out on her way back.

Part 2

After the murder of the fucker's son, Jasmin had driven her bike back to the
village without any incidents. She had disposed of the plastic bag in a
garbage can on the way there. At first, however, she kept the leather belt -
who knows what it would be useful for.

She had no feelings of guilt about Martin's death. However, she had felt a
sense of arousal during the killing. Maybe she should have fucked Martin
before - he had finally got an orgasm during his death. And somewhere she had
read that the orgasm in the death struggle is described as extremely intense.
Well, that was probably more true for men. And so it was clear - try is about
studying. The next time she would carry out the killing during sexual
intercourse.

Arriving at home, Jasmin lay down in her bed and quickly fell asleep. No
nightmares, no restless sleep. When she woke up, she noticed that her red
panties were wet. Had she soaked herself up during sleep? She took off her
briefs and sniffed carefully. No urine smell detectable - but it smelled
somehow pleasant. Her right hand slid over her heavily hairy pubic mound to
her vagina. This felt wet and reacted to the touch of the fingers with a very
intense shower of Jasmin's body passing through. She thought of this morning
at the lake, Martin's violent erection and the act of his killing. Her fingers
glided over the labia and after a few touches her body shook under the
intensity of her orgasm. She had never experienced such a violent orgasm.

Jasmin's original plan of revenge actually envisaged Martin's father (the
fucker) as the next victim. Actually - but after the experience this morning
and the violent feelings Jasmin was in a state of constant arousal. In order
to follow the original plan, it was first necessary for The body of Martin to
be found - connected to all the surrounding, which would then follow. And
besides, the father should also feel the pain of his son's loss for a certain
time. So another man would be her next victim beforehand. With this thought
Jasmin entered the bathroom and let herself run in a warm tub bath. While
relaxing in the warm water, her hand slipped back to her vagina and her
fingers slipped over her labia again. This time, she did not think about the
events of this morning. Although she returned to orgasm - but this time it
took longer and it wasn't as intense as the previous orgasm. Was there a
connection between the thought of the act of killing and masturbation?

The next day Jasmin was cycling in the village early in the morning.
Everything seemed like every other day - apparently Martin hadn't been found
yet. But his father would surely already miss in - and the feeling of
uncertainty would gnaw at him.

As she drove through the place, her thoughts about her next killing went
through her head. First of all, this time it should be an older man. As lonely
as possible without close family members who would immediately report him
missing if he suddenly no longer be present in public. After a successful
search for victims, she would think about the nature of the seduction and
execution - she had already taken some ideas from a novel about a professional
killer who killed her victims while she was asleep.

And there she had a daring idea about the next victim. Leaving the village in
the direction of the nearest village, seven kilometres away, she passed
through a piece of forest. After about three kilometers she was able to
recognize - slightly offset from the road a single standing flat roof house.
She drove about 300 metres past the house before driving off the road into the
woods. Outside the view from the road, she laid her bike on the forest floor
and carefully fed herself to the house. If she remembered it, there was an
elderly writer who had written several international bestsellers about 20
years ago and then moved here after the death of his wife a year ago.

When the house came into view Jasmin carefully fed herself to the front of the
building. There was no one here. When she sneaked into the back of the house,
she recognized a person lying in a deckchair in the garden behind her. The
homeowner who enjoyed a whole body sunbathing. Apparently, physical activity
was not exactly one of his strengths - a rather abdominal approach suggested a
lot of food and little exercise. And he seemed to have a very strong body hair
- at least the area jasmine could recognize from her observation position.
Bingo - the writer would be their next victim. With this thought Jasmin
retreated to her bike and went home.

Part 3

The next morning Jasmin woke up very early in anticipation of her second
execution. She donned a skimpy crop top over her sports bra, donning a slip
and donning a short short on which she was actually a number too small - but
wonderfully accentuating her ass. In addition to the pill snare and a towel,
she packed a very sharp fish fillet knife into her small backpack. Then she
set off on her bike.

This time she renounced the main roads and fed her destination over forest and
meadows paths. This extended the journey to almost twice the time of the
previous day, but she encountered no human soul on the way to the destination.
Once she arrived at the finish line, she made sure that the writer was lying
in the garden again the day before - and let the sun shine again on his naked
body. She left her bike in the woods and went to the property.

She walked right past the house and shouted, "Hello, hello, is anyone here?
before she entered the garden. The writer had been half-sleeped and terrified.
When he saw the lightly dressed girl, he automatically slapped both hands over
his genitals. Nevertheless, Jasmin could see that her sight triggered an
erection in him - so the choice of clothes had probably been "appropriate".
She quickly turned her gaze - apparently shamefully - to the side. The writer
reached for a towel lying next to his deckchair and covered his genitals. "Can
I help them somehow?" he said, despite a dry neck. "That would be very nice, I
had a small accident on the road about 2 kilometers from here and wanted to
ask if I could call from here at home so that you can pick me up and pick up
my bike"" Looking at the pool and taking a breath away with her right hand,
Jasmin said "a pool in this weather - a bath would now be like heaven on
earth". She noted with satisfaction that his erection under the towel was now
even more evident. "The pool is at their free disposal. By the way, my name is
Detlef - and she?"" The fish is at the angel "Olga" was her� answer. The�
writer rattled himself "May I offer them something to drink - maybe a glass of
champagne?" This is going better than hoped "very gladly".

The writer rose and walked towards the house, holding the towel over his ass
with one hand. Arriving at the house, he quickly pulled a cotton short to
accentuate his still-existing erection. When he was in the kitchen and fetched
the champagne and two glasses, he took a quick look out of the kitchen window.
The sight made him swallow and increased his erection. The girl had taken off
her shorts, the top was also on the floor and she was about to strip off the
sports bra.

He rushed outside. Jasmin was already sitting splintered with slightly spread
legs hanging in the pool on the edge of the pool. Her heavily hairy red Venus
hill elicited a violent roar. Arriving at the pool, he dropped the two
glasses, opened the champagne bottle and filled both glasses.

"By the way, because of me you don't necessarily have to keep your pants on.
Your erection is unmistakable". The man thought this could not be true and he
would dream. "Do you have condoms in the house?" Jasmin drove with her tongue
tip over her lips. Then she slipped into the pool with her entire body. If she
wants to , the writer rushed back to the house on the direct way to the
bedroom. During this time, Jasmin took the pill from her backpack and stirred
the powder into one of the glasses. And not too soon - the man came back from
the house unclothed and with a packed condom in his hand.

Now Jasmin could see that he had been circumcised. With beads of sweat on his
forehead, he knelt next to the pool. Jasmin handed him a glass and put the
other glass on her lips "on what is to come". He emptied the glass in one go
and poured himself in again. He also emptied this glass in one go. He then
slid into the pool next to the girl. She grabbed his head and pulled him over.
Her lips pressed on his mouth and her tongue coveted entry into his mouth. His
right hand reached down and slid over her pub to the vagina. With his fingers
he began to caress the labia. Jasmin was surprised - not that he had his hand
between her legs - but about the violent reaction of her body. After only a
few caresses she had an orgasm. Not as violent as the masturbating and the
thought of the death of Martin - but still very intense.

Her right hand reached for his cock. He groaned loudly. She held the penis
with a firm grip and felt how violently this piece of meat pulsated in her
hand. The man's mouth pressed hard and demandingagainst her mouth, his tongue
thrust into her oral cavity and shrugged there uncontrollably. He wouldn't
come now thought the girl and took her hand off her cock. The man groaned in
disappointment and looked at her inquiringly.

"Get out of the pool and swipe the condom over. Then show me your strength,"
she whispered to him. The writer jumped out of the pool and opened the
repackaging "do you want to strip it over me," he asked. Jasmin shook her
head. If you're covering it yourself, I won't leave any fingerprints - neither
on the packaging nor on the condom. And so she had planned it. As a
precaution, she had deposited a packed condom in her backpack.

After pulling the condom over his erection with trembling hands, he jumped
into the pool, pulled Jasmin's body on his own and pressed his wildly
pulsating tail against her shame triangle. She grabbed his head, pulled him by
her mouth and kissed him intensely and demandingly. She turned her body away
from the edge of the pelvis so that he stood with his back to the edge of the
pelvis. With a slight upward movement, Jasmin lifted her body and clutched her
torso with her thighs. The right hand grabbed his penis and directed him to
her vagina. She felt his glans on her labia and had him insert his tail. It
was a quick hard first shot. On his forehead stood sweat beads as he wheeled
and put on further strong hard shocks. Jasmin had the feeling that she was
burning inside. Less than two minutes after the writer started fucking, Jasmin
felt her body exploded. She had never experienced such a violent orgasm. The
man also appeared to feed himself to the climax after his wheezing and the
sweat beads on his forehead.

Jasmin reached past his head with her right hand and reached into the backpack
at the edge of the pool to the filtration knife. The man's wheezing became
more intense. Jasmin held the knife at the height of his left ear. When
everything suggested that the man also came to orgasm, she slammed the knife
through his left ear into his brain without warning. A last violent push of
his tail and an incredulous expression of his face were the last thing Jasmin
received from him before his body slackened. She slipped off his body and
squeezed his body underwater until it sank to the pool floor.

Whether he had yet to come at the moment of his death was of secondary
importance to her - she had received her satisfaction (and twice). Mission
accomplished - drying up, searching her stuff together and packing the
champagne glass she used didn't take long. On the way home, she thought that a
trophy from her first two executions would actually be quite nice. Something
she should remember for the next time. A satisfying day that could be followed
by more.

Part 4

(This story refers to "Kill the Brut 1-3 and "Lena - Improvisation is half the
rent").

Jasmin had been watching Martin's father's house for almost an hour on the
third day after Martin was murdered. His father, Michael, was responsible for
the suicide of her cousin Franziska (see "Kill the brood part 1-3). In the
meantime, he had to be almost insane about his son Martin. It's all right -
now he knows what it feels like to lose your child. No - that wasn't quite
true, Martin was just missing.

Jasmin, however, knew better. She had strangled Martin three days earlier at a
remote lake while bathing naked and hid his body in the shore belt of the
lake. Apparently, the body had not yet been found. Jasmin had been so sexually
aroused by the killing of the boy that yesterday she had also killed a
well-known writer who lived outside the village in a secluded house, this time
while fucking in the swimming pool.

Today it was Michael's turn, Martin's father. The man who had seduced her
cousin Franziska, robbed her of virginity and then dropped her like a hot
potato. This sense of shame had led to Franziska's suicide.

As she leaned against her bike, a white VW Golf drove into the road. The
street and sidewalks were like extinct - this was probably due to the summer
holidays and the very warm temperatures. At the moment, as far as she could
see, she was the only person in the street. Except for this white VW Golf,
which had just turned into the road and slowly nourished itself.

Jasmin could see that a young woman was sitting behind the wheel, always
turning to the right and left - as if she was looking for a certain house
number or a free parking space. When the vehicle was at her height, Jasmin
turned her head to the side so the driver could only see her from the side.

The vehicle drove by and turned right into the next road. Jasmin sat on her
bike, turned it 180 degrees, climbed up and slowly drove back to the main
road. As she veered onto the main road, she stopped briefly behind a garden
hedge, got off her bike and looked back into the street she had just left.

She immediately noticed that the young woman from the white VW Golf was about
to enter Michael's property. So she must have parked her car in the side
street. What did she want from Martin's father? Was it about Martin? Was she
from the police? No matter, she couldn't do anything here - at least not now.
Tomorrow would also be another day to kill Michael.

When Jasmin woke up the next morning, she heard sirens wailing. As she looked
outside from the kitchen window of her parents' house, she could be seen
flashing Martin's horns some distance away. What might be the reason for this?

Around noon, the rumour kitchen began to simmer all over the place! Rumours
said the missing Martin had been found dead. A short time later, it was said
under his hand - there were still rumours - that Martin's father had also been
found dead.

Now Jasmin was surprised. The Martin was dead on her hand - she had killed
him. But now his father Michael should be dead? Did this have anything to do
with the visit of the young woman from the white VW Golf the day before?

Rumours turned into facts. The next day it was big in the national edition of
the Bildzeitung. Two unnamed persons were found dead in and near XXX at short
intervals. In both cases, the police assume a homicide by external influence.

The next day, the writer's body was discovered in his swimming pool. Three
bodies within two days - all died by external influence! The Bild newspaper
headlined "XXX - the killer city. Who will be next? Gang warfare?? Who
protects us from the killers? What is the police doing?".

The police - the investigated feverish. Support also came from the Lower
Saxony State Criminal Office. Whether and to what extent there were traces to
apprehend the perpetrators did not reach the public. The police laid the cloak
of silence over the murders. The press became the wildest of speculations, but
over the next two weeks they became less and less and were eventually
supplanted by new headlines from the first pages of the newspapers.

Jasmin was clear immediately after the news of Martin's father's death that
someone else must have wanted Michael's death. Whether the young woman herself
had seen her or someone else didn't care. She had been taken for her
well-deserved revenge.

Since her first two murders of Martin and the writer, an unbridled greed of a
sexual nature has burned in it. In both killings, she had felt an incredible
sexual power over her victims, and the second victim, the writer, had
experienced very strong orgasms. She missed that feeling. It was all well and
good to rub the mast and think about the killings - but the intensity of the
orgasms was not comparable.

She knew that she would not be able to suppress this desire for long - and she
did not want to!

Now, however, the school holidays were over and the unlimited free time was
also over. Jasmin was clearly now a careful planning more than ever important.
First of all, she had to choose a victim.

The selection of the victim proceeded faster and easier than expected. When
Jasmin visited the public sauna of the place on Saturday morning there was
still a yawning emptiness. Only three bathrobes hung in the sauna area. After
she had stowed her belongings, she went to the 90-degree sauna, which was
completely empty. The towel spread out on the middle bench she lay on her
stomach, facing her face to the front door.

Jasmin kept her eyes closed, but was able to see through a narrow gap that an
older, overweight man entered shortly after entering the sauna. He sat on the
opposite top bench, far right, from which he had an unobstructed view of her
naked body. Due to the narrow gap between her eyelids, she could see that he
was staring at her for a long time. As she moved on it, his head jerked to the
side and looked at the wall.

Jasmin turned from the belly to her back with her eyes open, turned her head
back towards the door and closed her eyes again except for a small gap. She
pulled her legs a little so that her knees were slightly raised and spread the
legs something so that the older man could take an unobstructed look at her
hairy vagina. A slightly aroused inhalation was the first audible reaction and
through the almost closed eyes she could see that the man used an erection.

Jasmin didn't like being looked at like a piece of cattle. She noticed that
the man in the face suddenly sweated more than before. Maybe it was because of
the sauna temperature - but maybe also because of the sight of her vagina. She
rose, took her towel and left the sauna room.

As she stood in the shower, she heard the door of the sauna room open again.
The older man also entered the shower room and made little effort to hide his
erection. "This pig," Jasmin thought, "he can't at least turn away and thus
cover up his arousal a little. He must be punished for such behaviour".

The older man, Dirk, could not have guessed that his behaviour in the sauna
and now in the shower was just his death sentence. He showered extensively and
turned back and forth. Every time he turned away from Jasmine, his right hand
slid over his hard cock and testicles, which elicited a pleasant groan.
Unfortunately so loud that it further infuriated Jasmin.

After taking a shower, she went into the swimming pool and swam outside.
Unsurprisingly, the man followed her relatively quickly and swam outside as
well. Jasmin leaned with her back to the edge of the pelvis so that her
breasts protruded from the water.

"Hi, I'm Dirk. Isn't it nice that the sauna in the morning isn't so crowded
yet," he asked with a feisty smile. Jasmin smiled back "Pleasant, Olga. Yes,
it is wonderful that you have almost the entire area to yourself. The door to
the sauna does not open all the time and there is enough space to lie down".

Dirk couldn't turn his gaze away from "Olga's" breasts. Her nipples were hard
and upright. "Do you like what you see," she asked with a mischievous smile,
"Your eyes fall out of your eye sockets. And don't start denying now. In the
sauna my sight aroused you and in the shower I already feared that you would
bring you down".

Dirk fell down the chin with surprise. "Mouth to other you still swallow - and
then I would have to give you a mouth-to-mouth ventilation". I would much
rather "breathe" something else, laughed "Olga" and grabbed Dirk's ereigned
penis with her left hand underwater. A loud groaning on his part was the first
reaction. Her hand slid over the penis shaft to his testicle and included the
scrotum. A loud wheezing escaped Dirk's mouth.

Dirk was surprised by "Olga's" directness. The feeling that it was in a dream
was true, but it was a nightmare for him. But he didn't know yet. "Do you
actually live nearby - we're not undisturbed enough here," asked "Olga" and
pinched Dirk in his testicles. He had the feeling that his limb was pulsating
violently and he was about to come. "I have a house about 15 minutes from here
where I live alone. May I invite you there for a glass of champagne," he asked
in a slightly trembling voice.

"Happy - and after that we will fuck each other's souls out of each other's
bodies. Do you have neighboring houses in the immediate vicinity of your
house? I like to scream a lot and loudly at bums". Dirk didn't notice anything
anymore - his tail had taken over the thinking for him. 'My house is
off-the-top - I don't have any neighbours nearby. I love loneliness - you
don't have to take any consideration into anyone"

Exactly - if it gets loud, no one will hear you. And if you live alone,
hopefully someone won't miss you so quickly - jasmin "Olga" thought. "Then
hurry up and wait outside at your car. There is no need to notice that we are
leaving the sauna together. I need a few minutes longer, so don't get
impatient.'

Dirk licked his tongue and got up. With a smile on his lips, he turned towards
the sauna area and left the swimming pool. Jasmin smiled. Today she would
finally receive her first trophy. And she already knew exactly what kind of
trophy that would be. Relaxed she also swam now in the sauna area, cleared her
belongings together, showered briefly and then went to the ladies dressing
room.

It's true - women need to move and "dress up" a little longer than men. 30
minutes after Dirk had left the sauna area, "Olga" came to the parking lot,
which was not visible from the sauna. Dirk waved to her excitedly. Olga
pointed her hand at her bicycle, which was in the bicycle parking lot next to
the car parking lot. Since Dirk was driving a Mercedes station wagon, it was
no problem for him to store the bike in the trunk.

"Olga" took her little backpack in her hand, seated in the passenger seat. As
Dirk drove the car out of the parking lot, she placed her left hand on his
right thigh from where she slowly slid towards his scuffle. "Look at the road
or do you want to build an accident," she advised him as his gaze slipped
between his legs " "I want to have fun with you and not end up in the
hospital."

When Dirk finally arrived at home, "Olga" reminded the single house of that of
the writer she had killed. It wasn't in the woods, but there was no other
house to see far and wide. There was also no bicycle or footpath. So the
danger was that random pedestrians would pass the house at zero. And cyclists
would have to use the road.

After Dirk had unloaded her bike and placed it next to his car, they both
entered the house. No sooner had Dirk closed the front door behind "Olga" she
hugged him, kissed him on the mouth and grabbed his legs with her right hand.
His already swollen penis continued to stiffen. He grabbed her ass with both
hands and pulled her body closer to her.

"Olga" noticed how his abdomen was pressing against hers. His excitement was
clearly felt. With her tongue, she penetrated his mouth and let her circle
there. She then jumped up and wrapped around his hip with both legs while he
was still holding her ass around. His eyes were wide open and shone with
desire.

Without dropping them off, he carried them from the hallway directly to the
bedroom. There, "Olga" detached her legs from his hip and got back on her
feet. "Get out," she whispered into Dirk's ear before pulling his hands off
her butt "take off and get out of bed." Dirk couldn't take off his stuff fast
enough. He ripped off two buttons from his shirt because he was so shaky and
excited. When he took off his pants, he almost stumbled. After all, he stood
in front of the young woman dressed only in boxer shorts. His excitement was
very much evident.

"Now your shorts - I want to see you completely naked," she told him. Dirk
stripped down his boxer shorts. His limb stood like one. "Pull your foreskin
back as far as possible". He also responded with joy to this invitation.
"Olga" reached into her little backpack, which she had pulled from her back,
grabbed a packed condom and threw it over Todirk. "Take over the Parisian -
but nicely slow". With trembling hands, Dirk ripped open the condom, took the
condom and stripped it over his penis.

"Well done Dirk - now lie down on the bed and enjoy," she said with a
diabolical smile. "Olga" had her hands wanderover over the button of her
blouse and started opening button on button. As she opened all the buttons,
her black blouse slipped to the floor, revealing a white bust holder. Next,
she opened the zip of her black miniskirt and let it slide to the ground. A
black bodice panties appeared. Dirk groaned enthusiastically.

"Olga" dropped her bodice panties and allowed Dirk a clear view of her hairy
shame triangle. She fed Dirk, her backpack in her right hand. She placed him
next to Dirk on the bed, then grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him
to her shame. His hands covered her butt and his tongue slid over her Venus
hill. After several minutes of loving her shame triangle with his tongue and
lips, she grabbed his shoulders with both hands and pressed his torso on the
bed.

He moved so far to the bed that his entire body was lying on the bed. "Olga"
also got on the bed and deposited her small backpack to the right of Dirk's
head. Then she got up, loosened her bra and threw it next to the bed. She
settled on the bed, grabbed his scrotum with her right hand and began to
gently massage his testicles. Dirk had the feeling that his limb was getting
bigger and bigger - which of course was nonsense because it had already been
ruled until the attack.

The young woman took his hard cock in her hand after she had stopped massaging
his testicles. She lowered her vagina over his tail and let him slowly
penetrate into himself. Dirk couldn't hold back. He immediately began to move
his abdomen after penetrating her vaginal area and pushing his limb as deep
and hard as possible. His hands reached for her breasts and began to caress
her. "Olga" bent her torso forward so that her breasts dangled directly above
his face.

Dirk raised his head, opened his mouth and tried to put one of her upright
nipples in his mouth. But whenever he was almost within reach of her breasts,
the girl tilted her torso back a little bit that separated only inches of her
nipples from his mouth. She enjoyed mastering the older man.

His cock pumped quickly and hard into her vagina and it didn't take long for
her to realize that there was an orgasm in the roll. And then, in one fell
swoop, a powerful scream broke out of her body and a violent orgasm caused her
torso to shake.

Dirk, too, could no longer control himself. He noticed that his semen splashed
with tremendous force from his tail into the condom collection bag. His face
was sweaty and he roared out his lust out loud. "Olga" broke over his torso
and put her head on his shoulder. "For your age and appearance you fuck very
well - your cock has remained hard until I have come. Compliment for that".
She rolled down from Dirk, carefully pulled the condom from his sagging penis,
knotted it together at the end so that the seeds contained in the collection
bag could not drip out and put this condom in her backpack.

When both had returned to breath, his hand slid to her vagina and his fingers
stroked over her labia. The girl retaliated by re-encompassed her hand in the
older man's testicles and gently pressed. "Hard to believe - his cock is going
to be hard again," she thought after a few minutes of testicular massage. In
the meantime, he had moved from labia to first with one finger, then with two
fingers to penetrate her vagina and move her back and forth there. It was
because he was so skilful or the "Olga" was so aroused - she realized that the
next orgasm was coming. Like a wave, her body shook under the second orgasm.
Not as violent as the first orgasm, but still very intense.

In the meantime, Dirk's penis had become hard again. The girl reached into her
backpack again, took another original packaged condom and ripped open the
outer packaging. She then bent over Dirk's limb and wet it with her lips
before stripping over the condom. The old man grunted contentedly. This
morning it seemed to be a normal day - and now he was lying in bed with this
beautiful and seemingly insatiable girl and fucking her.

The girl kissed the man's acorn covered with the condom before positioning
herself so that she could slowly absorb her limb. "Stay calm, don't get
around. Close your eyes and let me ride you," she said, her head bent to his
head, in his ear. Then she put her middle finger of his left hand in his
mouth, which he immediately began to suck.

With her right hand she reached back into her backpack, grabbed the fish
fillet knife inside and carefully pulled it out. She intensified the movements
of her abdomen and rode Dirk faster than at the beginning. It didn't last
longer when she noticed the first signs of another orgasm. She pulled her
middle finger out of the man's mouth and held her right hand with the fish
fillet knife directly to Dirk's right ear.

The moment another violent orgasm gripped her body, she screamed out her lust
out loud and pushed the knife through the ear into the man's brain with a
single quick movement. Dirk opened his eyes in horror, his mouth opened to a
scream, his body blew up for the very last time. Then he was dead.

Jasmin - now no longer "Olga" remained for a short moment on the body of her
third victim. It had been confirmed - the orgasm at the moment of killing a
man was indescribable. Eventually, she rose, pulled the condom from his limb,
put it in the backpack and took out a resealable plastic bag.

Putting the knife directly behind the glans of the still stiff tail, she cut
off the glans and packed it into the plastic bag, which, like the knife, also
packed it back into the backpack.

Taking a shower in the bathroom, putting on her clothes again, repacking all
the items she had brought with her did not take much time. When she left the
house, she closed the house with his keychain, sat down on her bike and headed
home. The keychain of the dead Dirk threw her into a sunflower field on the
way.� All in all a successful day for Jasmine.

More stories from me: Alina - her first and second kill / Maha Alexandrova
Peskovic / Espionage and death / The death whore