My belly swarmed with butterflies. With a deep breath, I raised my leg. I climbed onto him, and his cock jerked betweenmy thighs. Finding difficulty with my hands now behind my back, Michael held my waist and assisted me up. I couldn't move my hands more than an inch or two, causing my back to be arched forward and my breasts to be thrust into his mask. Michael urged me up and positioned his cock between my wet, swollen, needy lips. He found my opening and pushed inside just an inch.
I gasped at the still unfamiliar feeling. It was pain mixed with excitement. I was frozen, afraid of the sharpness that came with being stretched for the second time. Michael let out a low growl and shoved me down, filling me with his cock.
I screamed, and tears slid down my cheeks. Michael moved my hips and lifted me. I could barely breathe. I pleaded for him to let me go, to stop, but he continued forcing my hips down and around until slowly, the tears stopped, and something began to build. My gasping turned from fear and hurt into excitement and hunger. Michael's hands abandoned my hips as I began to bounce and figure out the rhythm I needed. He moved to play with my nipples with one hand and my clit with the other. I watched us in the mirrors, and it was even more erotic and depraved than I could have imagined. Everything about this was wrong but felt so right. I threw my head back, completely at Michael's mercy, ready to explode, and then suddenly, I felt an eager tongue slide over my nipple, and I came undone.
Michael continued sucking on my breasts until I came down from my orgasm. I opened my eyes and he pulled back, slipping his mask back on. We made eye contact then, and a flash of recognition hit me but went away so fast I couldn't catch it.
"I love you," I gasped, and then he came. With a loud groan, Michael thrust inside me, his cock pulsed against my walls, spilling his seed, and I watched from the mirrors, thinking it was the most beautiful scene I'd ever witnessed.
Rule 36 - Priest
Pay your lackeys well.
Four years ago.
"Priest, are you coming?" Laney whined from the bottom of the stairs. I rolled my eyes and glanced over at my friends, Carson and Kaleb. They were not excited when I told them Laney was coming tonight.
"Your mom knows it's an upper classman party, right?" Carson got up and went to the mirror, adjusting his jumpsuit.
"I told her. She thought I was being too dramatic." I played with the large, plastic knife in my hands.
"Yeah, well, it'll be real dramatic when your sister realizes she has no friends and she's all by herself in the corner." Kaleb stood and grabbed the masks, tossing one to each of us. "Let's fucking go."
I joined my friends, shifting uncomfortably in my stiff costume, and together, we stormed downstairs.
"You're all Michael Myers?" Laney scoffed.
I gaped at my sister, mystepsister, in her costume.
"Damn, Delaney, you don't look like a freshman." Kaleb whistled.
I shot him a look that made him clamp his mouth shut.
"You like it?" Laney beamed and raised her arms, showing off the full ballerina tutu. "I borrowed it from my mom's closet.”
"I love it," Carson said. "Are you wearing makeup?"
I was going to murder my fucking friends.
"Yeah, bacon grease." I sneered and elbowed him. "Stop looking at my sister, you jackass."I waved my mask in the air. "Come on. I don't want to fight for a parking spot."The four of us piled into my car.
"Laney, sit in front of me," I ordered.
"Really?" She perked up. I'd always made her sit in the back when I had my friends around, but I couldn't trust either of them.
"Yeah. Hurry up," I said gruffly.While I drove, Laney asked question after question about the party.
"I've never been to a real high school party." She spun around to speak to the guys. "Is it as crazy as the movies?"
"How so?" Carson chuckled.
"Well, like, people jumping in pools and dance-offs and stuff."Her questions made me bite down on my lip. Her wide-eyed innocence was having the same effect on me that it was having on my friends. It was as if we were all sharing one mind, and that mind was filthy as fuck.
"Will you turn around? You've got your ass hanging out."I snapped.
"Sorry." She plopped back down. I turned the radio up, drowning out her annoying questions with System of a Down. I turned down a dirt road.
"We're here."I followed the other cars and parked in the giant yard. Laney threw her door open and bounced out.
