A storm is coming up. Just like the night Cassie died. I'm in my wheelchair on the porch remembering. I don't always need the chair, but sometimes my leg hurts very badly. My close friend Allison comes by now and then. She is a wonderful friend.

Mike Cousins was always trying to steal Cassie. She said it would never happen. And like a fool I believed her. After three years, I believed her.

It was just before St. Valentine's Day. A storm was coming up. I was going to go into Teddy's for a beer and I drove around to the back parking lot. That's when I saw Mike's car, and someone was with him. Yes, it was Cassie. I was furious, but what could I do? So, I went home.

Allison came by that night. She knew something was wrong. I told her what I had seen, and she blew her stack. She reminded me of all of the things I had done for Cassie, and how Mike unceremoniously dumped her at a party. We decided to get our evens by scaring them. Pounding on the glass, that type of a scare. But when we got there our anger increased. I looked at Allison, she returned a devilish smile. It was easy to see they were both drunk.

I pulled open the driver's door, then grabbed Mike's knife from the dash. I pushed him back into the car and went to the door by Cassie. I pulled open the door and began stabbing Cassie. Mike was too drunk to try to stop me. Allison opened the hatch on her car and pulled out a body bag. Mike and Cassie were covered in blood, but so was I.  I had lifted her from the car to the body bag. I left the knife in Mike's hand embedded in the seat.

Allison and I drove to her place of business, the town's mortuary. We drug Cassie in, and I placed her and my close in the tank they use for cremation. And waited.

About twelve hours, Allison handed me Cassie's urn with Cassie's ashes and my ashes from my clothes. We took the urn and a box I kept as a remembrance of what Cassie had done to me. We went back to my house.

When we got home, Allison and I celebrated with a few beers. I was in my wheelchair because the night's activities had aggravated the old injury. Allison stood in front of me and started a seductive strip tease. She would bend near me, let me fondle her, and suck her nipples. When she was finished with her strip, she back toward me. I was licking and kissing tight round ass. Then she would turn, and I would play with her wet pussy.

I started to get out of my chair, but she would only allow enough room for me to remove my pants and briefs.  She removed the arms of the wheelchair and kneeled in front of me.   She was sucking my cock with such expertise, I almost climaxed within minutes.  But she stopped and wrapped her hand around me.  Allison was smiling, looking up at me, and stroking my cock with her firm grip.

“Now, for something I always wanted to do with you, Dennis Shaffer.  I hope you enjoy it as much as I am going to enjoy doing it.”

Allison pulled me closer to the edge of my wheelchair, then she straddled me.  She looked into my eyes as she guided my aching cock into her wet opening.  This beautiful brunette was sitting on my cock and her large succulent breasts were in perfect alignment with my mouth.

As I sucked and nibbled to my heart’s content, Allison was sliding up and down on my cock.  When she was at the base, she would rock back and forth which made my cock slap the walls of her pussy.  Allison started to moan, and I could feel her climax dripping down my shaft.  At the same time, I was shooting stream after stream of sperm into her.

When we finished, we went to the couch to continue our loving and celebrating.  We had sex another time that night before Allison went home. We became constant lovers that night.

They had never recovered Cassie's body. Mike is doing twenty-five to life for Cassie's death. And Allison and I have become lovers. But every Valentine's Day, I reserve a special dinner for Cassie and me. I take her heart from my freezer and we have dinner together. Happy Valentine's Day Cassie. You Bitch.

Departed Soul