Michelle couldn’t be certain, but the way Amanda kept wiping her mouth, she could swear she was drooling.
Helen met Amanda at Ricky’s arms as she buttoned her shorts. “We’ll have to make the switch quick.”
Amanda nodded. “He’s strong. Once I let go of his arm, he’s going to start swinging.”
Ricky lay on his back, his erection a pointing, fleshy shaft. It glistened in the firelight. He’d stopped flogging, but there was still resistance left in him. At least he’d stopped begging. Helen was on him long enough to have two orgasms. The first was brought on with a lot of fight and struggle, but the second seemed much easier.
And now Amanda wanted a go at the prone man. She might as well, Michelle thought. She’d already aided in a crime, why shouldn’t she go the whole way?
“Ready?” asked Helen.
Nodding, Amanda crawled off his arm. It came to life, swinging and swatting the moment it was freed. Although there was strength in his movements, they weren’t as swift as they had been. Helen had no trouble subduing him. Ricky groaned when his arm hit the ground.
Amanda tore herself free of her clothes in one smooth motion and trotted over to Ricky like someone who needed to pee and couldn’t hold it any longer. There was eagerness, and excitement, in her movements. A smile adorned her face that looked maniacal, almost evil.
She climbed on top of Ricky, grabbed his moist cock and shoved it inside of her. She cried out as she lowered herself, taking him in further. She took a moment to ready herself. Then she went to work.
As she grated against his hips, her hands found the nipples of her small breasts and began to twist. Gasping and moaning, she rode Ricky until her own orgasm took her. Amanda put her hands flat on Ricky’s chest and began to thrust faster as her body thundered with her release. She dropped down on him, her head on his chest, panting. Her back rose and fell.
Michelle felt sick to her stomach, yet also nervous. Not the kind of nervousness she’d experienced before meeting Britt’s parents. No, this felt more like the tiny hand grenades exploding in her stomach before having sex with someone for the first time. It felt good being on top of Ricky’s shins, feeling their struggle beneath her. When he rubbed against the moist spot between her legs, she would quiver.
Thankfully, it was finally over, because she didn’t think she could take much more. She was already close enough to crawling on him herself.
Then Lucy spoke. “I want…to…”
Helen looked at her, a proud smile on her face. “What’d you say?”
“You heard me.”
Amanda moved her hands to the ground on each side of Ricky, pushing herself up. “Are you serious?” She was still winded, and spoke between rasps.
Nodding, Lucy nibbled on her lip.
“Okay,” said Amanda. There was uncertainty in her voice.
As she stood, Ricky’s erection emerged once again, smothered in Helen’s, and now Amanda’s, juices like a glazed doughnut. It hadn’t lost any of its girth, standing tall and firm. Amanda walked with her legs stilted and spread. She looked to be in pain as she threw on her shirt. Then she went to Lucy and switched places.
Lucy meandered up to Ricky, nibbling on a fingernail. She looked at Michelle. In her eyes, she was asking if she should go this far. Michelle had no answer, and only averted her gaze to the fire that was starting to weaken.
Grabbing at her coat, Lucy seemed hesitant to remove it. She looked around as if there might be someone peeping on her.
“Go on,” said Helen. “Don’t be shy.”
Lucy nodded, then removed her coat. She wore a long sleeved shirt underneath. She grabbed the bottom, pausing only a moment before tugging it over her head. Her breasts were like two watermelons in slings behind her bra. Her stomach sagged in the front. Her hips were surprisingly firm and there looked to be some muscle around her shoulders and upper back.
Then she stripped down to her socks. Her doughy skin practically glowed in the firelight. She stepped over Ricky. By now, there hardly seemed to be any fight left in him. He watched her through swelled eyes, but didn’t retaliate. She got down on her knees, bestriding his hips. He grunted as she put her weight down. Instead of feeling behind her, she reached between her legs, found his solid penis and slid it inside of her.
Lucy moaned.
Chapter Fourteen
Tears were streaming down Lucy’s face when she finished. She crawled off Ricky, not bothering to dress as she returned to her seat. She sat down, huffing, her eyes focused on the fire.
“All right, Michelle.” Helen looked at her from across Ricky. “Your turn.”
Michelle had tried preparing herself for this because she knew it was coming. Instead of being repulsed by their actions, she’d found herself becoming absorbed in them. It was like a pornographic show she was watching, not reality, but just an act. She’d be lying if she tried to say she wasn’t turned on.
“I—I can’t…” Michelle’s voice betrayed her, dropping to a whisper.
Smirking, Helen nodded at Ricky’s erection. “Look at it. Look. It’s perfect. And to think, the sick bastard’s only been sharing it with men. The sick, selfish bastard. Get on it. You can do what you were telling us about earlier…your fantasy? Do it on him.”
Amanda smiled. “Yeah, that would be hot.”
Helen and Amanda shared a cold, bitter laugh.
Michelle looked at Lucy but got no response. Her body was there, but her brain was somewhere else. Then Michelle looked at Ricky, supine before her, his penis exposed and jutting. Waiting. She could just mosey right on over there and sit on him. No. You’d never forgive yourself. Or, would she? How did she know what she’d do afterward? She’d never done such a thing before, and now with the opportunity in front of her, the decision seemed an easy one. It was the wrong one, but still easy to make.
Michelle began to tremble as she envisioned her hands clasped around Ricky’s throat. She tingled from her groin to her chest, deep pin-like tendrils fluttered inside her. She’d never been so horny.
Fuck it.
“Luh-Lucy,” stuttered Michelle.
Lucy turned her head toward Michelle.
“Take my spot.”
Helen and Amanda applauded her.
Lucy nodded once and stood up, walking back to them as if in a trance in nothing but her socks. Michelle stood up. The muscles in her legs were tight and sore. She stretched them.
Ricky had been incoherent, but when Lucy sat on his legs his head suddenly sprung up. His wild eyes darted back and forth. They locked on Michelle. “What are you doing?”
It was a pitiable look that should have broken Michelle’s heart, but instead it only angered her. She took her jacket off, then her shirt. She hadn’t been wearing a bra, so her breasts were slapped with the bitter air. She hissed through her gritted teeth as she pushed one foot against the back of the other, lifting her foot out of the shoe. After that, she repeated it on the other foot.
Helen started chanting Michelle’s name, building up to a steady drum. Amanda joined in, supporting Michelle as she pushed her pants down her legs. She stood in socks and panties, studying Ricky up and down. Her mouth was dry, her lips brittle. She licked them. Swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat, trying to ignore what felt like cold fingers tapping her on the back, and centered all her focus on control.
She removed her panties and socks.
Like Helen, Michelle’s skin was void of hair. She glowed; streaks of orange and yellow flickered across the slopes of her breasts. She walked on legs loose and wobbly over to where Ricky awaited her. As she passed Helen, she felt her hand rubbing her thigh, leaving a tingling path behind it.
Then Michelle assumed the pose on top of Ricky.
Legs folded under her, she leaned up, balancing herself on her hands. Bits of rocks and flakes of dirt dug into her palm. She was where she needed to be to get started. All she had to do was slink down, allow his erection to enter her. But she balked. Fireworks exploded insid
e her head, a flashy display of caution. She looked into Ricky’s eyes. He looks like a frightened child… His bottom lip quivered, his rounded eyes leaking tears in sinuous lines down into his hairline.
“Muh-Michelle…listen tuh-to me. You’re the…only one that…hasn’t…done anything yet… You haven’t…done anything…wrong…”
Yes, she had. Michelle shook her head. “I helped hold you down…”
“I don’t care about that… Just don’t…do this. Let me…go.”
Michelle mulled over the possibility as Helen’s cheers resounded around her. Then she heard a sound. A gasp…a choke. Looking down, she found her hand had seized Ricky’s throat. She hadn’t even noticed the movement, or felt the course stubble of his oncoming beard under her fingers.
It felt wonderful, even better than she could have imagined.
She swayed her hips, mounting herself above his penis. Then she lowered her hips. He pushed into her, stretching her soft walls as far as they would go. She stifled a scream, and grunted a gasp as she descended. He felt like a log inside her.
“Ride that cock!” Helen shouted. She licked her lips, looking as if at any moment she may begin panting.
Michelle felt sweat beading on her forehead, and trickling from under her arms. His penis felt incredible, yet constipating at the same time. She slowly ascended, then eased back down again. This time didn’t hurt as bad. Slowly, she began moving at a steady pace until she was thrusting incessantly.
Michelle released his throat, allowing him to suck in air. He coughed, wheezing as he tried to breathe. She slapped him, a solid thwack that knocked his head to the side. He looked up at her, pain in his eyes and a hand-shaped welt on his face. She smiled. Then she struck him again. This time her fingers caught him just below the eye. Ricky grumbled as a fresh batch of tears misted. A dab of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His teeth looked as if he’d brushed them with red toothpaste.
Michelle squeezed her breasts. Hard. Smashing them flat against her, it felt as if she might push them through her back. Then she felt other hands on her, smooth and roaming. She opened her eyes. Helen was kneeling beside her, exploring Michelle’s body. One hand went up to her face, caressing it, and the other traveled between her legs. She felt a finger grazing her fold, rubbing her up and down. Then she proceeded to vigorously polish from side to side.
Michelle squealed from the sensation overload. She looked past Ricky and saw that Amanda now sat on both of his hands with three of his fingers up to the knuckle inside of her. Using her hips, she grinded against his wrists.
Helen leaned in, putting her lips to Michelle’s. Only hesitating for a brief instant, they began to kiss. Helen’s tongue shoved into Michelle’s mouth. Then they began to thrash and roll.
As Ricky was reduced to begging, again, the woods erupted into a tumult of gasps and moans from the synchronicity of the girls’ aggressive orgasms.
Not stopping to rest, they kept the rhythm fast and hostile.
Michelle knew as she continued to grate her hips that what she was doing was inexcusably wrong, and that she would forever have to live with the ramifications of her actions. An unforgivable sin.
At the moment though, she couldn’t care less.
Chapter Fifteen
Britt Marlowe thumbed his cell phone off when he got Michelle’s voicemail again. He’d been calling all evening, because he felt awful about not being able to go with her to the mountains and just wanted her to know so. But his dad had said he was sorry Britt had to cancel on Michelle, and to make it up to him had decided to run the parts himself for Saturday’s deliveries, leaving Britt free to make the trip after all.
Better late than never.
He’d been trying to reach Michelle ever since to let her know he was coming out there. It was odd. Usually she answered on the first ring, practically singing Hello into the phone. Britt had assumed her reception wasn’t the greatest where she was, so he’d kept trying, taking turns calling her cell phone and then the number to the cabin. Finally, he gave up and called her parents for directions. He’d decided to stop calling and just surprise her tomorrow. He could already see the smile on her face as he lay back in his bed.
This was probably the sweetest thing he’d ever done. Their relationship was essentially a good one, although he knew they disagreed when it came to sex. She was the wildest and most open-minded person he’d ever been with, perhaps even too open-minded. It seemed that nothing was sacred to her when it came to sex.
Most guys loved a girl like that, and Britt could vouch that it did have its advantages, but there were times when he found himself wishing she was more traditional. He loved a little creativity, but it was nothing for her to take it too far.
Such as one night early in the relationship when they were having sex—fucking as Michelle would bluntly put it—missionary-style, she sucked on her finger until it was nice and moist, then slid it inside his ass. Never in his life had a girl done that to him, nor had he ever wanted one to. When he made her stop, she told him not to be a common cock. A common cock. It was the only time they’d argued about sex, but the hurtful words had stayed with him and had given him a complex that he tried to ignore. Although she hadn’t said anything else about his uninspiring preferences, he knew it still bothered her.
Britt’s cat Babs hopped up on the bed and was already purring when her feet met the mattress. She was older, and her purr was more like a rattle from inside her chest. He reached over, running his hand along her downy fur. She was a calico cat that he’d rescued from the animal shelter last year. Six years in age and declawed, he’d managed to get her without having to pay an adoption fee. Michelle hated Babs, and Britt assumed the feeling was mutual. He was often accused of loving the cat more than his own girlfriend.
Sometimes he wondered if he actually did.
Babs meowed as she climbed up on his chest, walked in a circle and laid on her stomach with her cold nose grazing his chin. He stroked her back, making the rattling purr increase in volume. He could feel her sputtering breath on his neck. She closed her eyes, ready to unwind for the night.
Britt was ready to unwind as well. He looked over at the alarm clock, making sure the red dot was lighted in the corner. It was. That meant the alarm was set. He’d already packed his bag, so all that was left to do in the morning was shower, brush his teeth and eat. Then he would be on his way to Michelle’s cabin.
As he began to drift off, with the blurry apparitions of a dream wavering toward him, an evident hostility about tomorrow prodded the back of his mind. It was the same kind of feeling he’d get the night before he was supposed to do something very important the next day.
Dread.
He was not looking forward to going out there, but somehow he knew he was supposed to. That was his last thought as he succumbed to sleep, and it never bothered him again.
Chapter Sixteen
The woods had gradually returned to its usual splendor. The owls and frogs started to croon as crickets broke into a steady chorale. It was a beautiful night, cool and chipper, a crisp wind that occasionally swayed the trees, raining multi-colored leaves down from the sky.
Lucy had added more wood to the campfire, raising the flames to galloping slaps of orange and red. It had nearly died while she’d held Ricky’s legs down so the others could have their fun. She’d already had hers, and wasn’t at all interested in seconds.
Although she couldn’t exactly claim she felt guilty about what she’d done, it bothered her how quickly their innocently fun night had turned to one of depravity. She’d tried not to watch the others as they’d molested Ricky, pawing and cooing at each other, their bodies suited in sweat as they’d kissed and licked each other. She wasn’t worried she’d become affected and want to join in, actually she was afraid of how sickened she would become with her friends. Yes—she’d participated, but it had been quick and basically painless, but she still regretted it and probably would forever.
As she began puttin
g her clothes back on, she realized nothing about this night had been quick and painless and she was just as bad as the others. Then she allowed the guilt to register. It sat on her chest like a boulder, slowly crushing her lungs and making it difficult to breathe.
Lucy hiked her panties up. She ran her thumb along the waist band to straighten it. Then she sat on the log that had become her true companion tonight, and slid her feet into the legs of her pants. She looked beyond the fire to where Ricky lay on his side, quietly sobbing.
His penis was softening, but had not completely gone limp. She’d wondered how he’d remained hard throughout it all, but then Helen had confessed to drugging him with Roger’s pills and it had all made sense.
Amanda stood by the fire smoking a cigarette while Helen drank vodka straight from the bottle. Michelle sat on the ground near Ricky’s feet, naked, hugging her legs to her chest. Her eyes were serious, her mouth partly opened. There was a battle going on behind her bothered expression. Lucy couldn’t hear the thoughts, but she could guess as to what they were.
Helen’s laughter killed the silence. “I can hardly walk.”
Lucy watched as Helen staggered, her legs bowed out to the side. It wasn’t just the booze that had caused it, but Ricky’s gigantic penis. They would all be sore for the next few days.
Amanda rubbed the area below her stomach. “I hurt deep. I think he messed me up in there.”
Helen laughed again. “He messed us all up deep in there.”
“So, what do we do now?” asked Michelle.
Lucy had been wondering the same thing, but was too scared to ask. With Helen’s track record, she would not have been surprised if she declared they should kill Ricky.
“About what?” asked Helen.
“Him,” nodded Michelle.
Ricky hadn’t moved.
Helen sighed. “Who cares?”
“I care. We… We…”
“Yes,” said Helen. “We. We?”
Groaning, Michelle shrugged, clucked her tongue.
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