M-Grandma's Ice Pick

Grandma's Ice Pick

Driving an ice pick through his tiny brain wasn't exactly what I had in
mind to do this evening seems it just worked out that way. I had not
seen an ice pick in years I guess they just are not that common
anymore. The long thin silver tool all cool feeling and shiny looking
with that beautiful point on the end just seemed to call out my name. I
could hear it calling to me, even when I closed my eyes to listen more
intently I could see it plunged through his head and the shiny point
coming out the other side. It was so arousing. Not in my plan like I
said, it just sort of turned out that way. Seems this guy's biggest
mistake was choosing me as a victim. I don't mind playing the victim if
the price is right enough money can get me to wear about any outfit for
an hour or two. To this guy it was no game he was for real and shit I
can't be having that stuff no way.

I came in from work threw my keys down on the table and headed down the
hall. I noticed the door going down in to the basement garage from the
kitchen was open, I never used that door and it was always locked. I
stopped opening the door a little further and listened I heard some
shuffling around down there it sounded like boxes being moved or
something. I thought about calling the police but decided to just go
check it out I did not want the police snooping around my house anyway
too much evidence laying around. I took my gun from my purse and headed
down the steps as quietly as I could. When I reached the next to the
last step he grabbed me pulling me down and then knocking me to the
floor causing the gun to go flying across the concrete floor.

He was a big guy standing about 6'3 and weighed about 230 pounds or so.
He was muscular and quite attractive really. I saw that even through my
fear. He looked startled and not very happy to see me either. I guess
he did not realize I would not be the typical victim either. He grabbed
me by my hair pulling me up to my feet all my cussing and screaming did
not seem to faze him much. He did get a strange look on his face when I
started laughing and calling him a pussy though. He told me to shut up
a couple of times. I asked the bastard what he was going to do, was he
going to fuck me or what? I reached down and grabbed his dick through
his pants and the bastard was hard my laughing didn't help his mood
much.

I didn't let go either, he still had a hold of my hair and pulled my
head back and started kissing me hard. I kissed him back accepting his
tongue as deep as he wanted to stick it then suddenly biting down on
his tongue that pissed him off. "What the fuck did you have to come
down here for?" he asked. He seemed almost sorry that I did, he must
have been feeling bad thinking he was going to have to hurt something
or me. He still had a hold of my hair and I still had a hold of his
dick it was sort of like a stand off. I squeezed down on him and now he
felt hard as a rock. I felt that twinge between my legs and thought
this could be kind of fun messing this guy up.

It was a bad bluff I guess when he told me to undue his pants and take
his dick out he looked at me in the eyes when he said it I smiled and
said "sure, why not." I undid his belt then his button then the zipper
he did not have underwear on and his dick was just right there. He
pushed my down to my knees still holding my hair. I knew what he wanted
me to do I just had to decide if I wanted to do it or not. He was clean
looking and smelling and his dick was gorgeous so I figured why not. I
started off slowly doing some teasing licking long against the shaft
and around the head he even forgot to hold onto my hair a couple of
times. I had his pants worked down around his knees now I took him into
my mouth and went deeper and a little faster. I was not about to let
this bastard cum this easily not without taking care of me too. Between
massaging his swollen balls and working my tongue he was going to cum
soon too. I stood up he didn't make a move to stop me. Pulled my tee
shirt off and pulled my shorts down and kicked them to the side I was
standing naked now and he was sure looking at me.

He acted like he didn't know quite what to do now I guess it wasn't the
reaction he was expecting from his victim. I suggested he take his
pants the rest of the way off himself and let me see him telling him it
was the least he could do if he was going to be my attacker. Never
taking his eyes off of me he kicked his shoes off and then worked his
jeans around his ankles and stepped out of them and walked toward me. I
took hold of his dick and started working my hand up and down his dick
and brushing my fingers across the underside of his sack on the way
back down with each stroke. He acted like he did not know what to do
with his own hands. With my free hand I took his hand put it on my tit
and smiled at him. He began toying with my nipple squeezing down hard
and running it in between his thumb and finger.

It was like he suddenly remembered he was an intruder and I was a
victim he changed mood and pushed me across the room onto a pile of
boxes. He forced his way between my legs and positioned himself on top
of me. He began pounding away at me driving his dick deep inside of me.
I was able to position my legs and brace them against a couple of boxes
and use them for leverage as well and raised my hips off the boxes
letting him drive deeper. He stopped pulling himself out and grabbed my
shoulder and my hip and turned me over onto my stomach this did hurt
the boxes were bulky and all uneven on the floor. I wasn't sure what he
was going to do and I was a little nervous about it. That is when I
felt him against my back he began rubbing his dick between my legs not
putting it inside of me. I felt his fingers slip inside of me and begin
rubbing against my clit. I tried to work myself into a position for his
dick to find it's way inside as well but seemed he wanted no part of it
right then.

I came hard and his fingers were wet with me now. He put a finger in my
ass then two and began working them around I pushed back against his
fingers I guess when he thought I was ready he put his dick against me
and slowly went inside the pain was bad but I liked it. I called him a
few names for good measure and he began pumping away at my ass hard and
furiously. He had a hand on each of my shoulders and pulled me back
with each stroke. His stride increased and I could hear him breathing
more deeply and his moans were louder I knew the bastard was going to
cum. Then I felt that hot spurt and the lubricant was a blessing I was
hurting and I knew I was bleeding.

He fell against my back pushing me down on the boxes I could feel his
sweaty chest and stomach against me. I felt a mixture of pain and
arousal feeling a bit frustrated because the bastard did not make me
cum again and I needed to. Seemed like minutes passed I had not moved
not sure what to do. I didn't know what he was going to make me have to
do really. He stood up and I turned over he seemed nervous. He got
angry telling me I should have stayed in the house he didn't come there
to hurt me and didn't intend to rape anyone. I told him he didn't rape
me that I fucked him. He was even angrier then.

He slapped me a couple of times and told me I was a stupid bitch and he
was going to have to kill me now. He pushed me back down hard against
the boxes and began choking me, his hands tightening around my throat I
knew then he would really do it and I would die. It became harder to
breath I reached that panic point. My hands were desperate to find
something to protect myself with. A couple of the boxes had torn open
during this ordeal and I grabbed something it was a large spoon I threw
it aside and kept reaching. I grabbed it and held it in my hand. I
didn't recognize what it was at first only that it was sharp bringing
my arm up from my side I drove it into the side of his head into his
temple.

He had a funny look on his face called me a "fucking bitch" and went
heavy and limp against me. I managed to roll him off and he hit the
floor with a thud. His dick was hard what a waste. I smiled when I
realized it was my grandmother's old ice pick I had packed away in a
box of things from her apartment after she died. I looked around the
room realizing the boxes I was laying on were the ones I needed to get
rid of over the weekend. I had another item to add to them now before I
hauled them off.

That weekend I loaded up the boxes in the back of my truck and headed
to the desert. Smiling as I recalled the look on his face and the shiny
handle to the ice pick on one side of his head and the sharp point
shimmering out on the other side. It would not quite fit in the box and
the point protruded through one side of the box. I looked down at his
eyes throughout the drive and marveled at the event. The rest of the
bastards who found their way into one of the boxes had not even earned
their way like he did they were just dates gone bad. I always hated a
bad blind date. They were getting harder and harder to get rid of and
it was putting way too many miles on my truck.

The End