"Hello? Anybody home?" Ben shouted as he slammed the front door behind him. Silence. Not that he expected anything else, Lara was away on a trip and Jenny was out running as often as not. He had the house to himself. Cool!

He ran up the stairs to the first floor, entered his room and dropped the brown messenger bag on the desk. Books and notes spilled out, but Ben was not in the mood for coursework right now. He fell backwards onto his bed, taking a deep breath. As he did, he noticed something on the roof above him.

A damp spot. Strange, Ben thought. It wasn't there this morning, and as far as he knew there were no water pipes in the attic. It was mostly used for drying their washing. He might as well check it out, no need to get in trouble with the landlord by ignoring a leak.

As Ben came to the top of the stairs to the attic, he froze. There, in the bright sunlight, a person swinging slowly at the end of the rope. Despite her grotesquely stretched neck and blue face, Ben recognized her immediately. And gasped. Not because Jenny was dead, but because she was so stunningly beautiful.

Ben moved closer, skirting the puddle where a small block of ice was melting. There's the source of the leak, he thought. But who cares. Just look at her! The perfect, firm tits. The smooth, toned thighs. Narrow hips, ample butt, hands cuffed on her back. He spotted the key on the floor, turned to the lump of ice and put the pieces of the puzzle together.

Oh Jenny, he thought. So you were a kinkster too, just to shy to admit it to anyone. Just imagine how much more fun you could have had if you admitted it to the guy right across the hall. He would have done anything to help you satisfy your desires, however perverted they might be.

He walked up to the corpse and let his hands carefully slide over the soft, silky skin. She was slightly cool to the touch, but still soft. Ben had dreamed of being close to Jenny so many times, had jerked off to fantasies of his roommate naked in bed with him. Turned out he had been wrong all these months they had been living together. Jenny was even sexier in real life than his most feverish dreams.

He had always that he didn't stand a chance with her of course. Girls like her were not for guys like him. That's just how the world worked. Also, he knew that Lara, his other roommate, had it in for him. She sometimes glanced at him like he was some sort of creep, and when he entered the living room the girls would often go silent. If Jenny didn't like him, Lara was partly to blame.

He grinned to himself. Lara was so clueless. Of course he wasn't a creep. He was so much worse! You had to be a pretty awful human being for not calling 911 as soon as you discovered your friend dangling from a rope. Well here he was, doing nothing. But what he was planning to do next would put him in a different category entirely. Welcome to Bundy Country.

Jenny was about a head shorter than him, which put her face right in front of his. He looked deep into her glassy eyes, as if hoping to catch her last images of this world. He could not remember the last time he was this close to a girl. Carefully, he kissed her open mouth, and pushed her bluish, protruding tongue inside with his own. He caressed her breasts, noticing how hard her nipples were.

It was obvious she had done this to herself to get off, and judging by her tits and the faint smile on her lips she had succeeded. But just to be sure he pulled down her pink panties and - woah! His fingers found the vibrator. The battery seemed to have run out. He carefully pulled the silicon penis out, studying it's shiny black surface and smelling Jenny's last secretions.

"Even the smell and taste of your cunt was perfect," he muttered as he licked the toy.

As he removed the panties, he noticed the butt plug. There was a chance that things might come rushing out as he pulled it out, but he just had to see it. He had to use a bit of force to remove the plug, and watched in amazement as Jenny's tight anal sphincter slowly expanded around the huge thing. Luckily, Jenny's obsessive dieting meant that she was as clean as a whistle inside.

He admired the girth of the plug. She could take it up the ass like a pro, this one. Such a loss that she would never realize her true talent as a porn star. Girls like Jenny should never be allowed to study, in Ben's opinion. They should be put to work instead, using their magnificent bodies to the advantage of all men.

Ben spotted an old mattress in the dark corner of the attic. He pulled it out into the light, brushed off the dust and plopped it on the floor. It looked old and worn, covered with spots of dubious origin. But it would have to do. Jenny had kindly fastened her rope that held her with a knot that was easy to untangle, and soon Ben had lowered her down.

He carried her over to the mattress, face down. Then he unlocked the handcuffs, watching her arms fall free. Jenny's pert butt looked so inviting, his cock was ready to burst through his pants. He pulled them down, and his member sprang to attention, glistening with precum. Ben paused for a moment, knowing that his next decision could decide his fate.

A smart guy would put on a rubber to avoid coming inside the body. Once her death was reported to the authorities, Jenny was sure to end up on the coroner's slab. Ben had seen enough crime shows to know that the vaginas of dead girls were swabbed for traces of semen as a matter of routine. If his sperm was found inside her, he would be charged with rape and murder for sure.

So yeah, a smart guy and all that. But Ben didn't feel smart, just intensely horny. Fucking this goddess of a girl with a condom would be a crime, he felt. Also, he had figured out a way around the problem. The shower downstairs had very high pressure, and he was pretty sure he could flush Jenny's holes clean of any incriminating evidence with a jet of water.

Usually, girls would not offer anal on a first date. If they were into it at all, they would let their boyfriends enter through the back door later in the relationship. But Jenny didn't seem to mind that he went for her ass first, and so Ben did. He grabbed his stiff cock and pushed it against the pinkish-brown star between Jenny's buttocks, then thrust hard and forced himself deep inside her. Despite the huge plug he ad just removed, she was tight as a drum and Ben instantly knew he would not last long.

He tried to take it slow, enjoying the the way her ass wobbled with each thrust. Then he got down on his elbows, grabbed her tits and just went for it. Slamming the slender body hard and fast, Ben came with a vengeance. It was as if his dick had waited for this moment his whole life, it just kept pumping out sperm, giving him the most drawn-out orgasm ever. When it finally subsided, Ben was almost sobbing with joy.

He stayed inside Jenny's ample butt until his dick had shrunk down completely, then pulled out and watched his cum trickle out of her and drip onto the mattress. He turned her over and spread her legs. Say what you like, he thought, but cunts have assholes beat. Jenny's was like a pink flower, her labia protruding slightly with the clit peeking out on top.

Ben went down between her legs and pulled her soft lips apart, inhaling the smell of her sex. There was a strong undertone of piss, which he did not mind at all. He stuck out his tongue and let it slide along her slit, tasting the saltiness. Then he sucked her clit, nibbling it carefully, then biting it as if he expected her to scream with the joy of pain.

He moved up her body, exploring every square centimeter of flawless ivory, licked her navel, then her breasts before he was face to face with her again. Usually he needed at least fifteen minutes to recharge, but now he was ready to go again. Ben slid into her like a boyfriend in love, stroking her hair, kissing her, moving his hands along her back to her butt.

This time, there was no rush. Just slow, pure enjoyment. Her cunt embraced him, still warm and welcoming. He imagined her cervix and uterus, ready to receive his seed. He wondered what Jenny had thought as the noose took away her hope and she had only seconds left to complete her dance of death. Oh, how he would have loved to see it!

Ben felt himself getting close to another orgasm. He looked her right in the eyes as he pumped her, panting and moaning. Her white body shook each time he dove into her, her nipples doing small circles. Slam, slam, slam! Once again he felt his balls emptying in the most extraordinary way. It was as if Jenny's cunt was sucking the cum out if him. He collapsed on top of her, panting and muttering her name.

He stayed there for a while, then got up as he resolved to carry out his plan. He carried Jenny's body downstairs, into the bathroom. There he placed her in the shower stall, spread her legs and directed the jet of water from the shower head into her cunt and ass. Afterwards, he dried her off and carried her back up again. Hanging from her noose, she looked exactly as when Ben had found her.

Perfect, he thought as he checked one final time. He was sure to beat the vaginal swab with this. Now to leave this place and let Lara find her. Then, the police could come, see what he first saw and everything would be fine.

Some hours later, Ben was awakened by someone shaking him. It was Lara, crying and shouting something incomprehensible about Jenny.

Ben followed her upstairs as she sobbingly explained how she had gone to the attic with some clothes to be dried and then found Jenny hanging.

"Look!" Lara shouted. "She's dead, can't you see she's dead!"

Ben tried to look as shocked and surprised as he could, then: "What happened here? Why is she almost naked? Who...?"

"We have to get her down," Lara sniffled. "I mean, she's dead, anyone can see that. But we have to..."

She stopped mid-sentence, puzzled by something. "Ben," she said. "Look at her wrists. It's as if her hands were tied or something."

Fuck! Jenny's arms were hanging free! He had forgotten to cuff her after hanging her again. He could see the cuffs on the floor behind her, shining in the diffuse evening light. And now he saw that Lara also spotted them. She walked over to the cuffs, crouching to examine them.

Ben pounced like a tiger. In a second he was on top of Lara. Taken by surprise and winded by the fall, she was easy prey. Ben grabbed the irons and quickly cuffed the stunned girl. This, he realized, was the point of no return.

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Note: This the second part of the story that started as "Cold comfort" in my Journal. Read the first part, from Jenny's perspective, there. There will be a final part, seen from Lara's perspective, later.

This a work of sexual fantasy meant for open-minded adults. All models are older than 18.