Page 34 of Wrong Turn

Getting back down on the ground, I straddle her hips. My cock stiffens beneath my filthy jeans, rubbing uncomfortably and restricted. I pull down a cup of her bra, spitting onto her soft nipple. I spread the saliva over it with my thumb, leaning down to blow cool air on the stiffening peak.

She might be dead but I can still make an attempt for it to appear enjoyable for the both of us.

I swirl my tongue around her nipple, as my other hand rolls her ignored nipple between my fingers. Kissing a slow path down between her breasts, I trace her tattoo with my tongue. Oh, how I wish she was breathing for this. Willing or not, it doesn’t matter, I just want her squirming from my touch.

Kissing and nipping my way down her body until I reach her waistband, I swiftly remove her pants. Slowly losing the battle raging within me about enjoying this moment with her, even in death, since we were robbed of one in life.

Her bare pussy gleams back at me, and I silently wonder to myself why none of these girls wear fucking panties. The only one I’m not sure of is Savannah, but I could find out. I know where the entrance to the cliff gorge is. It’s a hike, but I’m sure Amber would enjoy a morbid little hike through the woods. If not, I’ll just piss her off enough that she chases me to the death scene where Savannah plummeted to her demise.

Dirty, filthy thoughts flip through my grey matter, and I’m done taking my time with the woman before me. In a quick maneuver, I have Summer on her stomach, one leg straight, and the other hiked up and bent, exposing her glistening pussy.

Does she get turned on by fear? I don’t know what could’ve been running through her mind while being murdered by her best friend to get this wet, but I’m not fucking complaining. We would have been so good together in life if fear was an aphrodisiac for her.

I take my dick out of my pants, position myself at her entrance, and slip right in. Fisting my hand tight in her hair, I pull her head back. Lips brushing the shell of her ear as my fat cock thrusts in and out of her dripping cunt, I whisper, “Who knew a dead girl could be this fucking wet.” I keep her just like that, hair pulled tight, back arched unnaturally. Not worrying ifI hurt her, she’s just a corpse. Ruthlessly, I start pounding into her, my free hand cracking off her ass. “Yes,” I pant. “Such a perfect little doll letting me ravage you like this.” I swear I feel her lifeless pussy flutter around my cock, and it sets me off. Driving my monster dick into her, I fill her up. “Such a good fucking girl, taking my load like it’s going to bring you back to life.”

For a moment, I wish that she actually was alive, then I could feel her clenching around me. However, it's a little too late for that, and aspirations are pointless unless they are within the realm of reality.

I pull out, watching mesmerized as my cum starts to leak out of her puffy pussy. Using two fingers, I gather up my jizz, pushing it all back in. Just because she’s no longer breathing, doesn’t mean her spirit won’t appreciate my kink. I slip my fingers between my lips, sucking our juices clean off them, then tuck myself back into my pants, and zip up.

I get back on my feet, letting out a long breath. Realizing I’m too exhausted to fully fill in this massive hole, I roll Summer into it. She plops down in a heap, the remaining air in her lungs hissing out of her upon impact. I kick a thin layer of dirt over her, then head back to the cabin, hoping the depth of the hole is enough to deter the larger predators. It’s not really the end of the world if the carrion birds get to her. The early bird gets the worm after all. Or, in this case, the early bird gets the pretty emerald eyeballs.

32

KILL YOU? NAH

SUMMER

CURRENT

“What’s the matter, Cyrus? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

Everyone has that one favourite thing they love to witness. This is mine. Watching a man have the rug ripped out from underneath him when he realizes he’s been fooled.

“You really thought I was going to kill my best friend, didn’t you? That this was my first time doing something like this?” Amber taunts. “I’m sorry, Cyrus, but your cock isn’t worth killing for,” she jabs him right where it hurts, and I fucking love it. Watching her manipulate our victims is awe-inspiring every fucking time. I don’t know how she played that near-killer part so well, she’s a blood thirsty slut. Amber had everyone believing her act, but me, obviously. I know what moves beneath her skin. I’ve witnessed it, just as she’s witnessed mine.

“It’s really easy if you think about it,” I say. “Nobody ever thinks women are the true threats. We’re always the victims, theweak ones. The other half of the species taught to weave our keys in between our fingers. Reminded to always carry pepper spray or a taser in our bags, never go anywhere alone, and if you do, have to have your location visible at all times.”

Amber sits comfortably naked between Cyrus’s bound legs, dragging her nails lightly up and down his thigh. She loves fucking a man up psychologically. Showing them how disgusting they are to get aroused when their lives are on the cusp of extinguishment. “We,” she gestures between us, “use that helplessness to our advantage. Men like to hunt for their prey, overpower it. I mean…so do I. But why bother expelling all that energy when the trash just shows up at our doorstep? We like to lure them, but it’s barely a fucking challenge anymore.”

“Surprise!” I cackle, startling Cyrus from the rhythmic teasing of Amber’s fingers trailing over his taint. “You didn't pop your little psychos cherry, she was twisted way before you came along,” I taunt from the doorway.

“You… You were dead,” Cyrus stutters.

“No. You believed I was dead. Took this twisted bitch’s words as truth.” A huge smile spits across Amber’s face, she loves being called the weirdest shit. “You didn't even check my pulse before fucking me.”

“You got your fantasy fuck though, didn’t you? Hmmm? Did you get to be his dead girl, Summer?”

“Yes,” I reply to Amber.

Looking back to Cyrus, I say, “Thank you for calling me a good girl as you came inside me though. I like that shit. But also…fuck you for not lasting longer, you two-pump chump. The lady needs to get off too.” I walk further into the bedroom, Cyrus’s steel eyes tracking me like a bird of prey. Rounding the bed to sit in the rocking chair by the window, I cross my legs, waiting with bated breath for the follow up questions.

None? Okay.

The poor man is too stunned to speak, and that’s a thrilling first. Maybe heisthe one we’ve been searching for.

“Oh, I think if you give Cy another chance he’d rise up to the challenge.” Amber trails her fingers lightly over his stiffening cock, “The poor man was just blue-balled by both Fallon and I, he couldn’t hold his load once he got into your pristine pussy.” Amber slinks her body up Cyrus’s, straddling him. “Isn’t that right, baby?” she coos.

Cyrus audibly gulps, nodding his head up and down, still unable to form words.

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