A Dark Autumn (8 page)

“I can’t?”

Lucy shook her head.

“Watch me.”
 

Helen got down on her knees.
 

“Helen,” Ricky said. “Please…don’t do this. It’s the alcohol making you think you have to do this…but you don’t. Just stop right now…before you do something you’re going to regret later.”

Helen chuckled. “Oh, shut up. You’re about to appreciate what you’ve been missing out on all your life.” She reached behind her. “I’ll
prove
to you what you’re missing.
 

From where Michelle was positioned, she could see it all. Helen’s hand found Ricky’s ridiculously large penis and gripped it. She pulled it between her legs where her dripping sex was waiting. The head brushed against her moist lips. Helen gasped. Then she settled it against her and eased herself down, slowly impaling herself. It went in over halfway before Helen stopped. Michelle figured if it went any deeper, it’d tear her open inside.

Ricky continued to beg, trying to coax her from going on with it, but his cries were overlooked. By now, no one was paying him any attention and had focused on Helen and how much she was enjoying grinding her hips against him. Her head leaned back, her mouth yawning and arching into a simultaneous smirk and smile. Shadows pranced across her sweat-slicked skin. Sweat was dampening her hair.

She continued to thrust. Her movements became harder, more intense as if building up to something. Before long, she screamed, her body convulsing as an orgasm ravaged her.
 

Chapter Thirteen

“Get over here and hold his arm,” said Amanda to Helen.

Laughing, Helen grabbed her shorts and slipped them on. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. He doesn’t quite seem convinced.”

“And you think you can?”

“I really don’t care if I can or not.”

Helen laughed.

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 inside 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.