[Sickpuppy]

Warning, I am Sickpuppy for a reason, if you have any morales, I suggest not reading this:








Hey all,

I went to a graduation party yesterday and saw a girl who very much reminded me of “Jessi the Ragdoll” and for some reason it sparked a story idea, this is a bit darker than the other stories I have posted before, but I hope you enjoy.





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Jessi lined up her shot on the other side of the table while Craig chalked the tip of his cue. She gave him a smile before knocking her last striped ball into the side pocket.

“Ha-ha, eight ball corner pocket and I win.” Jessi moved around to stand in front of Craig and line up her shot. Craig took the opportunity to admire her ass and read the “play with me” stenciled across her underwear for the tenth time that day.

It had started out just the two of them killing time, but had gotten somewhat competitive and they started to play for clothing. After losing his baseball cap and his shoes Craig had a winning streak and had Jessi down to a tank top and panties. Craig did not like to lose and Jessi had started to get discouraged with each lose, so she was relishing this one as she had run the table after Craig had fucked up the break.

Jessi looked over her shoulder again and smiled, then gently knocked the cue ball into the eight and dropped it in the corner pocket. Craig’s anger flared as Jessi continued to laugh. Without thinking about what he was doing he flipped his pool cue around in his hand and brought the thick side down hard on the back of Jessi’s head. She crumpled to the ground like a pool of silk cloth.

Craig stood stunned for a few seconds. He had lost his temper at losing before, but not so bad he had hurt anyone. He kneeled down next to Jessi and gave her a shake.

“Hey, get up, come-on, I’m so sorry.”

No movement from Jessi.

“Jessi, get up, come on, I didn’t mean it, oh shit, oh fucking Jesus, wake up.”

Craig rolled her over so she was on her back and leaned in to listen for her breathing, he felt nothing stirring. He placed his hand behind her head and flinched at what he felt. The skin wasn’t broken, there was no blood, but he knew something was wrong, the back of her skull pressed in under his fingers, like a hard nerf ball.

“Oh Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Jesus, what the f…”

Craig lifted the body off the floor then thought DON’T MOVE HER! He dropped her back to the floor and she landed on her shins slumping forward with her face pressed into the carpet, her ass sticking up in the air. Craig stepped back staring at her, hands pressed to his mouth trying to think of what he should do. His eyes darted back and forth trying not to stare right at her ass, but his attention kept coming back to that place and he could see her camel toe pressed into the fabric of her underwear.

Craig had never been with Jessi; he had wanted to on several occasions but never wanted to breach the friendship they had had since becoming good friends in the fifth grade. They had become friends when they found out each other’s parents were going through nasty divorces, and they had someone to talk to about the fights and the feelings of abandonment. Craig had been sort of a brother and body guard to Jessi all through high school, even beaten a guy up when he tried to take things to far after a homecoming dance. Jessi had been Craig’s number one supporter on the football field cheering loudest for him from the student section and helping him to study for classes. Craig knew if it weren’t for Jessi and her brains he wouldn’t have walked with the rest of their classmates on graduation day. Now she lay dead on the floor and it was all Craig’s fault.

“FUCK GET UP JESSI! GET THE FUCK UP QUIT PLAYING!”

Craig thought, hey, maybe she’s just joking around, it’s just a prank. For some reason this thought made him angry and he started yelling at her.

“OK, FUNS OVER, YOU CAN GET UP NOW! GET UP JESSI, YOUR JOKES NOT FUCKING FUNNY!” his voice trailed off.

“Jessi?” he gave a slight sniffle “Jessi, I love you, get up, you’ve had your fun.” He had two reasons for saying he loved her. One he was trying to shock her into moving, and 2 he honestly meant it and now regretted never saying it before.

He started to cry, the tears leaking slowly from his eyes. Filled with sadness he slumped down on the floor with his back against the wall and stared at her prone form again. Her face was turned in such a way on the carpet that he could see her lifeless eyes, he thought about all the times he had looked at those eyes so filled with laughter and fun. He thought about every time he had stared into those eyes just a heartbeat from telling her how he really felt. How he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and how when he had dated other girls, been with other girls he had only thought of her. How he would touch them and imagine touching her white flesh, twisting her nipples and making her squeal when it was really Sharon or Maggie, or one of the other girls he had dated in high school.

Lost in his thoughts his hand strayed down and started to rub himself through his jeans, his cock began to harden and strain against the fabric. He had no explanation for what he did next. He was so filled with love and sadness and then anger at himself that he wanted to feel something else and he let his lust take over.

His hand pushed under the waist of his jeans and boxers and he started rubbed his finger tips along the underside of his shaft. He pulled his cock up so the head wasn’t pushing out on his jeans making a tent but instead pointed towards his belly. He got up on his knees and crawled towards Jessi’s body. When he got closer he could see down the side of her body and her shirt hung towards the floor, the underside of one breast hanging out pressed on the floor.

With one hand wrapped around his cock he reached out and ran his fingers along the outside of her tank top pressing to feel the soft flesh underneath. His crotch was rubbing against Jessi’s backside and he began to dry hump her through his jeans. He slipped his hand under her tank top and squeezed her tit, then pinched her nipple. His bumping caused her face to slide forward on the floor a little.

Taking his hand out of his pants he undid his belt and fly and started pressing his jeans down his hips freeing his cock. It sprang out and poked at one of Jessi’s butt cheeks. With his other hand he started to pull her boy shorts off, taking them down till they were around her thighs. He gently rubbed her cleanly shaved pussy, admiring it for the first time, using a thumb to part the lips slightly. He pressed the head of his cock against her sex and still felt heat coming off of her. He started stroking his cock in his hand, his tip bumping into her pink crevasse.

The rubbing of his cock against her started to part her lips a little and soon Craig found himself with the tip of his cock inside of Jessi. It gave some resistance but he slowly fed more of his dick into her till he was halfway in. He pulled out and aimed a shot of his spit onto the tip of his cock and then rubbed it back against her. He worked himself in and out of her using his saliva as lube until he was almost buried up to his balls. His thrusting actions had made her face slide further forward and he was grab hips and pull her back up, further impaling her with his dick.

Craig pulled out and finished taking off his pants, and then he lifted Jessi’s limp form off the floor and laid her on the corner of the pool table so her legs were hanging off at the knees. He bent over her and kissed around her stomach. He pulled her panties off her legs and then moved her shirt up. He stared at her breast for a few seconds, admiring what he never got to see when Jessi was alive. They were perfect piles of flesh, the size of well ripened tomatoes. So firm they stood up perky with delicious light chocolate nipples. Craig leaned forward some more and gave each one of her nipples a gentle nibble and a kiss. He groped her tits with one hand while he used his other to pull her closer to the edge of the table.

Jessi’s body would have slid off the table again except for the fact that Craig was standing between her limp legs. He lined his cock up with her fleshly opening again and thrust inside. God was she tight. He put her legs over one of his shoulder and held them there with one hand while he used his other to fondle her breast and occasionally touch her face. She was so beautiful, even in death, her eyes staring up at nothing. He wrapped his fingers in her shoulder length hair, and let it slip between his fingers so soft.

He continued to bury his Johnson into Jessi, moving around the side of the table. He pulled her ass a little more off the table and leaned over into her to get a deeper thrust. Jessi’s legs were pinned down by his shoulders and he started rutting into her with all his energy. His cheek rested against hers and he inhaled the scent of her hair. He wasn’t sure but he thought he heard he moan, and in his mind he wished he could. He started to believe that he could hear her mewling and grunting under him as he kept thrusting into her dead sex.

Building his pace he could feels his balls bouncing off her ass and finally, Craig grabbed her around the hips and lifted her off the table. Her whole body hung backwards and Craig had problems keeping her up as he fucked her standing up. It wasn’t that she was heavy, her legs just hung down the sides of hips making the angle difficult. Craig pulled her off of him and turned her around and leaned her waist over the pool table, her toes dangled just above the floor.

Craig pulled her ass cheeks apart again and guided his cock back into cunt. Grabbing her hips he fucked her like he had never fucked before. Putting all his energy into every thrust till his ball began to tighten. He pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her ass and back, stroking his cock as each thread of seed shot from him over and over.

Realizing what he down he fell to the floor with a sob and started balling like a baby. Craig repeated over and over “I love you Jessi, I love you, I’m so sorry.”

He was starting to settle down when he felt a hand touch his face. Startled he open his eyes and looked into Jessi’s smiling face.

“It’s ok Craig, I love you too…”

“Your, your alive?” Craig sobbed again.

“Yes,” Jessi pulled back her fist and punched the fucker as hard as she could, “and next time you want to have sex with me don’t hit me with a fucking pool stick.”





Sorry, I just couldn’t end the story with Jessi dead, I don’t know if this breaks some ragdoll rule, but I’m just not that dark. And imagine all the fun Jessi gets to have now torturing Craig.



Fin

[Stormrazor]

This is not my thing at all, subject matter wise, but it was absolutely engrossing (in a train wreck kind of way) and well written! Good descriptions throughout. But I must say I absolutely LOVED the ending! It is what made this entire story for me.

Part of it was my brain trying to come to terms with having sex with dead flesh. As I was reading I kept hearing a stand up comic voice in my head, "man, talk about a dry fuck".. I mean she's dead, there's no lubrication. Anyway, the ending redeemed that incongruity for me. I can see why as the author you don't want to give away the surprise of the ending by having a physical sign of waking and arousal.

Thanks for posting it, and I hope to see more from you!

[ragdoll]

Sickpuppy, on 14 June 2010 - 03:26 PM, said:

Warning, I am Sickpuppy for a reason, if you have any morales, I suggest not reading this:








Hey all,

I went to a graduation party yesterday and saw a girl who very much reminded me of "Jessi the Ragdoll" and for some reason it sparked a story idea, this is a bit darker than the other stories I have posted before, but I hope you enjoy.





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Jessi lined up her shot on the other side of the table while Craig chalked the tip of his cue. She gave him a smile before knocking her last striped ball into the side pocket.

"Ha-ha, eight ball corner pocket and I win." Jessi moved around to stand in front of Craig and line up her shot. Craig took the opportunity to admire her ass and read the "play with me" stenciled across her underwear for the tenth time that day.

It had started out just the two of them killing time, but had gotten somewhat competitive and they started to play for clothing. After losing his baseball cap and his shoes Craig had a winning streak and had Jessi down to a tank top and panties. Craig did not like to lose and Jessi had started to get discouraged with each lose, so she was relishing this one as she had run the table after Craig had fucked up the break.

Jessi looked over her shoulder again and smiled, then gently knocked the cue ball into the eight and dropped it in the corner pocket. Craig's anger flared as Jessi continued to laugh. Without thinking about what he was doing he flipped his pool cue around in his hand and brought the thick side down hard on the back of Jessi's head. She crumpled to the ground like a pool of silk cloth.

Craig stood stunned for a few seconds. He had lost his temper at losing before, but not so bad he had hurt anyone. He kneeled down next to Jessi and gave her a shake.

"Hey, get up, come-on, I'm so sorry."

No movement from Jessi.

"Jessi, get up, come on, I didn't mean it, oh shit, oh fucking Jesus, wake up."

Craig rolled her over so she was on her back and leaned in to listen for her breathing, he felt nothing stirring. He placed his hand behind her head and flinched at what he felt. The skin wasn't broken, there was no blood, but he knew something was wrong, the back of her skull pressed in under his fingers, like a hard nerf ball.

"Oh Jesus, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Jesus, what the f…"

Craig lifted the body off the floor then thought DON'T MOVE HER! He dropped her back to the floor and she landed on her shins slumping forward with her face pressed into the carpet, her ass sticking up in the air. Craig stepped back staring at her, hands pressed to his mouth trying to think of what he should do. His eyes darted back and forth trying not to stare right at her ass, but his attention kept coming back to that place and he could see her camel toe pressed into the fabric of her underwear.

Craig had never been with Jessi; he had wanted to on several occasions but never wanted to breach the friendship they had had since becoming good friends in the fifth grade. They had become friends when they found out each other's parents were going through nasty divorces, and they had someone to talk to about the fights and the feelings of abandonment. Craig had been sort of a brother and body guard to Jessi all through high school, even beaten a guy up when he tried to take things to far after a homecoming dance. Jessi had been Craig's number one supporter on the football field cheering loudest for him from the student section and helping him to study for classes. Craig knew if it weren't for Jessi and her brains he wouldn't have walked with the rest of their classmates on graduation day. Now she lay dead on the floor and it was all Craig's fault.

"FUCK GET UP JESSI! GET THE FUCK UP QUIT PLAYING!"

Craig thought, hey, maybe she's just joking around, it's just a prank. For some reason this thought made him angry and he started yelling at her.

"OK, FUNS OVER, YOU CAN GET UP NOW! GET UP JESSI, YOUR JOKES NOT FUCKING FUNNY!" his voice trailed off.

"Jessi?" he gave a slight sniffle "Jessi, I love you, get up, you've had your fun." He had two reasons for saying he loved her. One he was trying to shock her into moving, and 2 he honestly meant it and now regretted never saying it before.

He started to cry, the tears leaking slowly from his eyes. Filled with sadness he slumped down on the floor with his back against the wall and stared at her prone form again. Her face was turned in such a way on the carpet that he could see her lifeless eyes, he thought about all the times he had looked at those eyes so filled with laughter and fun. He thought about every time he had stared into those eyes just a heartbeat from telling her how he really felt. How he thought she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen and how when he had dated other girls, been with other girls he had only thought of her. How he would touch them and imagine touching her white flesh, twisting her nipples and making her squeal when it was really Sharon or Maggie, or one of the other girls he had dated in high school.

Lost in his thoughts his hand strayed down and started to rub himself through his jeans, his cock began to harden and strain against the fabric. He had no explanation for what he did next. He was so filled with love and sadness and then anger at himself that he wanted to feel something else and he let his lust take over.

His hand pushed under the waist of his jeans and boxers and he started rubbed his finger tips along the underside of his shaft. He pulled his cock up so the head wasn't pushing out on his jeans making a tent but instead pointed towards his belly. He got up on his knees and crawled towards Jessi's body. When he got closer he could see down the side of her body and her shirt hung towards the floor, the underside of one breast hanging out pressed on the floor.

With one hand wrapped around his cock he reached out and ran his fingers along the outside of her tank top pressing to feel the soft flesh underneath. His crotch was rubbing against Jessi's backside and he began to dry hump her through his jeans. He slipped his hand under her tank top and squeezed her tit, then pinched her nipple. His bumping caused her face to slide forward on the floor a little.

Taking his hand out of his pants he undid his belt and fly and started pressing his jeans down his hips freeing his cock. It sprang out and poked at one of Jessi's butt cheeks. With his other hand he started to pull her boy shorts off, taking them down till they were around her thighs. He gently rubbed her cleanly shaved pussy, admiring it for the first time, using a thumb to part the lips slightly. He pressed the head of his cock against her sex and still felt heat coming off of her. He started stroking his cock in his hand, his tip bumping into her pink crevasse.

The rubbing of his cock against her started to part her lips a little and soon Craig found himself with the tip of his cock inside of Jessi. It gave some resistance but he slowly fed more of his dick into her till he was halfway in. He pulled out and aimed a shot of his spit onto the tip of his cock and then rubbed it back against her. He worked himself in and out of her using his saliva as lube until he was almost buried up to his balls. His thrusting actions had made her face slide further forward and he was grab hips and pull her back up, further impaling her with his dick.

Craig pulled out and finished taking off his pants, and then he lifted Jessi's limp form off the floor and laid her on the corner of the pool table so her legs were hanging off at the knees. He bent over her and kissed around her stomach. He pulled her panties off her legs and then moved her shirt up. He stared at her breast for a few seconds, admiring what he never got to see when Jessi was alive. They were perfect piles of flesh, the size of well ripened tomatoes. So firm they stood up perky with delicious light chocolate nipples. Craig leaned forward some more and gave each one of her nipples a gentle nibble and a kiss. He groped her tits with one hand while he used his other to pull her closer to the edge of the table.

Jessi's body would have slid off the table again except for the fact that Craig was standing between her limp legs. He lined his cock up with her fleshly opening again and thrust inside. God was she tight. He put her legs over one of his shoulder and held them there with one hand while he used his other to fondle her breast and occasionally touch her face. She was so beautiful, even in death, her eyes staring up at nothing. He wrapped his fingers in her shoulder length hair, and let it slip between his fingers so soft.

He continued to bury his Johnson into Jessi, moving around the side of the table. He pulled her ass a little more off the table and leaned over into her to get a deeper thrust. Jessi's legs were pinned down by his shoulders and he started rutting into her with all his energy. His cheek rested against hers and he inhaled the scent of her hair. He wasn't sure but he thought he heard he moan, and in his mind he wished he could. He started to believe that he could hear her mewling and grunting under him as he kept thrusting into her dead sex.

Building his pace he could feels his balls bouncing off her ass and finally, Craig grabbed her around the hips and lifted her off the table. Her whole body hung backwards and Craig had problems keeping her up as he fucked her standing up. It wasn't that she was heavy, her legs just hung down the sides of hips making the angle difficult. Craig pulled her off of him and turned her around and leaned her waist over the pool table, her toes dangled just above the floor.

Craig pulled her ass cheeks apart again and guided his cock back into cunt. Grabbing her hips he fucked her like he had never fucked before. Putting all his energy into every thrust till his ball began to tighten. He pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her ass and back, stroking his cock as each thread of seed shot from him over and over.

Realizing what he down he fell to the floor with a sob and started balling like a baby. Craig repeated over and over "I love you Jessi, I love you, I'm so sorry."

He was starting to settle down when he felt a hand touch his face. Startled he open his eyes and looked into Jessi's smiling face.

"It's ok Craig, I love you too…"

"Your, your alive?" Craig sobbed again.

"Yes," Jessi pulled back her fist and punched the fucker as hard as she could, "and next time you want to have sex with me don't hit me with a fucking pool stick."





Sorry, I just couldn't end the story with Jessi dead, I don't know if this breaks some ragdoll rule, but I'm just not that dark. And imagine all the fun Jessi gets to have now torturing Craig.



Fin

Nice story!

I really like the ending! Jessi gets tough! Yeah!

You didn't break a ragdoll rule, but you did bend it a little. No worries!

Wondering if I could post this as part of my new website's Ragdoll Anthology Comic idea? Obviously you'd get the writer's credit.

This post has been edited by ragdoll: 15 June 2010 - 05:52 AM

[Elysium Bliss]

That was seriously some hot stuff Puppy, and though you bent the rules a bit I have to say it was still a very amusing and satisfying ending!!! I have to admit I have a darker side so I don't see much of a problem delving into the twisted and taboo!!! I applaud you for your efforts and for producing a really unique and amazing story!!!

[Telgar]

Grea work Puppy, Glad so see she was not really dead, the whole Snuff stuff really kills a good story for me.

Telgar

[Sinope!]

Great story puppy. It flows very nicely and elegantly. Even the ending is fine in my books. I think if it ended with Jessi dead, the plot would have a sort of "unfinished" feeling. It wraps up nicely the way you wrote it.

[Sickpuppy]

Well I am glad you all enjoyed it, I may do some edits, add a bit, correct some errors, maybe even post an alternative ending. I really did fret over doing this, I just assumed it would really turn some people off, and maybe it has but they haven't said anything. I know this site is really supportive of all types of kink, but like I said, this was darker then anything I have done before. Once I got started I found the hardest thing was to move from her "death" to him violating her, somewhere in there I found letting him experience a full range of emotions opened the door. And to be honest I ended it kind of quickly because I was running out of time before I had an errand to run. Thank you Ragdoll for the drawing that gave part of the inspirartion, and I would like to thank that girl who looked like Jessi who I saw playing pool who gave me the opening to the "fantasy."

[ragdoll]

Sickpuppy, on 16 June 2010 - 06:04 AM, said:

Well I am glad you all enjoyed it, I may do some edits, add a bit, correct some errors, maybe even post an alternative ending. I really did fret over doing this, I just assumed it would really turn some people off, and maybe it has but they haven't said anything. I know this site is really supportive of all types of kink, but like I said, this was darker then anything I have done before. Once I got started I found the hardest thing was to move from her "death" to him violating her, somewhere in there I found letting him experience a full range of emotions opened the door. And to be honest I ended it kind of quickly because I was running out of time before I had an errand to run. Thank you Ragdoll for the drawing that gave part of the inspirartion, and I would like to thank that girl who looked like Jessi who I saw playing pool who gave me the opening to the "fantasy."

When you're done with the edits, I hope you'll consider posting it on my website!