Page 6 of Last Summer

Chapter five

FINAL DESTINATION

ABBY

Sunday Morning

“That’s it, baby, bounce up and down on this thick cock,” Chris coos as he grabs a handful of my ass and squeezes— hard .

His touch is aggressive and masculine and everything I’ve been craving.

The only thing I’ve fucked recently has been Danica’s mouth and my own toys on camera, neither of which have the same level of pleasure as a real big and meaty dick.

Fuck, I love cock. In my mouth, in my pussy, even in my ass.

I haven’t had a nice, big rod and someone with the knowledge of how to use it in a long time.

Not since Jonathan. Should I feel guilty that I went behind my best friend’s back and fucked her boyfriend, then used her grief over his death to get her between my legs?

Possibly. But life’s too short for bullshit. Why not enjoy the ride until you die?

“You feel so good, baby,” I croon as I bounce up and down on his lap.

My little skirt rides up higher around my waist as his hands roam over the flesh of my thighs, trying desperately to find something to hold onto. Each roll of my hips has my clit rubbing against his pubic bone in the most delicious way.

“You gonna come on my cock, slut?” His degradation spurs on my movements.

Fuck, this is so what I needed. Danica is soft and sweet and fun to play with but I miss the way Jonathan would gag me, telling me to keep quiet while he used me.

I loved being his dirty little secret. Why be the boring girlfriend when you can be the hot little side piece they can’t keep their hands off of?

If I squint hard enough, Chris could pass for Jonathan.

They both have dark hair, broad shoulders, muscles, tattoos—had—Jonathan had those things.

He’s gone now. Dead. Has been for a year.

The rising guilt brings panic, rushing through my veins.

I chase the high of a release in order to push the memories of that day last summer away.

“I’m so fucking close,” I moan as I thrust up and down, desperate to have him deeper, harder.

Being the only male here, he got his own yurt.

It’s spacious and surprisingly comfortable.

This is so not what I pictured when they said glamping but I will take it.

Chris is perched on the brown leather loveseat opposite the bed.

I’m straddling him with my knees sinking into the soft cushions.

My fingers grip the back of the couch in order to get better leverage.

“Fuck yeah, girl, you feel so fucking good.” I’m certain he doesn’t remember my name, but I don’t care. I’m here to get dick, not a boyfriend.

We should probably be streaming this; that’s what we were paid to come here for.

But I just need a quickie, get it out of my system once, so I have the patience and energy to listen to the dickwads on the live stream tell me to kiss Danica’s cunt or whatever else they demand.

What’s the deal with society’s weird obsession with girl-on-girl anyway?

Give me a nice thick cock pounding my pussy over some squishy cunt rolling against mine any day.

Chris’ movements become jerky and uncoordinated as we both start climbing towards our peak.

Warmth is building in my core and every thrust of his hips brings me closer and closer towards the finish line.

Waves of tingling pleasure begin radiating up my spine as my clit rocks against him in tandem with his length caressing my inner walls in just the right way.

The very slight curve to his cock means it hits at just the right angle to make me see stars with each powerful thrust.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I chant as I spiral higher and higher until reaching the crest, the dam of release threatening to burst. “Don’t fucking stop!”

“I’m gonna cover your slutty little cunt in my cum, baby. You ready for it?” he asks as his hands fall to my hips, gripping me so tightly that I know they’ll leave a bruise.

Fuck, I love when they play rough.

His forceful touch is enough to send me over the edge. My release shatters me instantly as I shriek and spasm around his throbbing member. Wave after wave of warm, blinding ecstasy runs through my body.

“Shit, babe, you’re squeezing my cock so damn tight. I can’t fucking last.” He groans the last word as he also falls into the abyss of pleasure.

Rope after rope of warmth pulses inside me, covering me in his release. The feeling of him coming in me forces me over the edge further. I squeal in delight as my pussy begins to throb through another round of pleasure.

“Fuck yes.” I throw my head back and let my eyes fall close. “Fill me up. Make me your dirty little slut!”

The last time I felt the warmth of a man’s cum inside of me was nearly a year ago. Jonathan died the next day. It’s been too long. I fucking needed this so badly.

Rolling in the high of my orgasm, I’m suddenly ripped back down to reality by a scream. A woman’s scream. And not a scream of pleasure.

“What the fuck was that?” Chris asks as our gazes lock in horror.

“It sounds like someone’s in trouble.” I slide off of him, his release dripping down my thighs as we both wait on bated breath.

And then there’s another scream.

“Shit!” Chris curses under his breath as he throws back on his pants.

I follow his lead, righting my skirt and pulling my panties back up.

They immediately become soaked from the sea of cum streaming from my pussy but I don’t feel right leaving them here.

By the time I’m put back together, Chris is already running out the door and back to the fire ring in the middle of the campsite.

He spins when he reaches the center before his eyes land on the far right yurt. The roof is slightly caved in.

“Sarah,” I state before we both take off running towards where she was staying alone.

There were four yurts with our names labeled on plaques at the doors but we figured it didn’t really matter where we stayed. So Danica and I took one, Julie and Lucy took the one next to us, Chris got his own, and Sarah claimed the last one for herself. This yurt was supposed to be mine.

Chris pulls open the door and immediately recoils. I peek around his shoulder and am met with the most horrifying sight I’ve ever seen.

Sarah is laying in the middle of the room impaled by one of the roof beams. My eyes shoot up, trying to process what I’m seeing.

It looks like the connection at the center of the room came undone but it was still connected on the outside, causing the beam to swing down and pin Sarah to the floor.

The beam impaled her right through the stomach, and her blood and intestines are splattered across the floor behind her.

A long string of deep red entrails seems to be hanging out the back of her wound.

Blood is gushing in a rhythmic pattern out of her injured core as well as the corner of her mouth.

But she’s not dead. It seems like the beam went clean in and out but didn’t hit any vital organs.

“Oh my god!” I scream as she coughs, causing blood to spew from her mouth, splattering across the pale canvas of the tented wall.

“Fuck,” Chris mutters before turning back towards the other yurts. “Help! Help us!” he screams as Danica and Lucy both come flying out the door of my yurt.

I eye them suspiciously. They looked disheveled. What the fuck were they doing together in there?

“We heard screaming,” Lucy’s deep tone is commanding as she approaches us. “What’s going o—“

Her steps falter and her mouth hangs open as she takes in the horror in front of her.

“Danica, stay back!” I warn, holding up my hand. She immediately listens, coming to a halt just below the wooden deck. “Go call for help.”

“What the fuck?!” Lucy shrieks before running inside. Chris tries to grab her but she slips through his fingers.

“Danica! Now!” My voice breaks as I struggle to stay in control. My heart is racing as adrenaline courses through my veins.

“We don’t have cell service, remember?”

Shit . She’s right.

“Lucy, stop!” Chris hollers, drawing my attention back inside.

“Don’t worry, girl. We’re gonna get you,” Lucy tells Sarah as she attempts to move the pole currently impaling the girl on the ground.

“Lucy! Don’t move it! She’ll bleed out if you take the pressure off!” I yell at her as Danica runs off, presumably to see if she can go reach anyone to help.

“We can’t just leave her like this!” Lucy shouts as she pushes against the pole.

Sarah makes a wet gasping sound. Her breathing becomes garbled and ragged. Her pupils go wide and her body spasms.

“What the fuck?” Chris yells as he pivots back and forth, clearly debating if he runs toward the action or away.

“Sarah, I’m gonna get this off you!” Lucy screams as she shoves the pole again.

Blood immediately starts gushing from Sarah’s stomach wound.

With the pole shifted slightly, I can see the carnage spewing from her wound.

I swallow the urge to vomit and rush to pull Lucy away.

Sarah coughs again and blood splatters across Lucy and I, red droplets smearing across my tanned skin.

Lucy tries to shake me off between choked sobs.

Tears and snot and mascara run down her face as I wrap my arms around her and drag her to the ground.

We collapse in a bloody pile just as Sarah lets out a long, low moan.

Her eyes go unfocused and her chest stops moving.

Then she goes completely still. Oppressive silence permeates the room. The smell of iron is thick in the air.

In a whisper, I dare to say the thing we’re all thinking, “She’s dead.”