Posted by Kimberley on April 16, 2003 at 20:20:35:
My Mistake (a semi-true story)
On my 21st birthday, I went out drinking with a group of friends and my girlfriend, Jenny, at a local bar. After downing a few beers, dancing and wild partying, we decided to head out since it was almost 3 in the morning and most of us had to go to work in a few hours.
Jenny and I headed home with a male and female friend of ours. Since it was my first time having a drink, I was having a hard time dealing with the new sensations I was feeling while being under the influence of alcohol for the first time.
When we reached out house, after walking a few blocks. (It not have been a smart idea to drive even a few blocks considering how much we had to drink) Jenny and I invited everyone in for a cup of coffee. She went into the kitchen and worked on the coffee for the rest of us.
Somehow I knew in the back of my mind, I knew we forgot to do something before we left for the bar. That thought nagged me until our friends were sitting comfortably on the couch.
Then it happened! Karen, our female friend was looking around and noticed some "toys" on a small table next to the stereo.
"You guys really like to have fun don't you?" she asked.
"Huh? wha?. Oh, we don't go out to bars that often," was the best I could do, considering the pounding headache I had.
"No, no, no! I mean those." Clearly, she was able to handle alcohol better than I could.
I looked around and all I could stammer out was "Oh, those. They're just novelties."
"Yeah, right!" Scott finally spoke up.
It's funny how quickly a hang over melts away when you're embarrassed. I could feel my face turning red and slight tinge of anger building within me, at the fact that Jenny didn't put our toys, which consisted of real handcuffs, a vibrator and some scented oil, away.
It took a few seconds to regain my composure and manage to stand up and walk into the kitchen. Once I got there, after almost falling on my face a few times, I confronted Jenny about those things being left in the open.
What?! Those are yours and you were supposed to put them away before we left!" Jen was yelling loud enough to be heard in the living room. From what I could hear, they were getting a little uncomfortable. Meanwhile, strangely, I was beginning to feel horny as hell. Who wouldn't be, with a girl like mine, who's curvy in the right places, young, tight and her breast and ass seemed to mock gravity for its inability to have any influence on her body. God I was getting hot and she was yelling through these thoughts. All I could do was give here a deep and passionate kiss on her lips and reach around and give her ass a firm squeeze.
She squealed and returned a squeeze of her own, along with a couple fingers finding their way over my jeans and between my own firm cheeks. She knew this drove me crazy and what drove me even crazier was the fact that she pressed her fingers firmly against my asshole.
I couldn't take it any longer and pulled away. I walked back to the living room and went toward our toys.
Karen cleared her throat and asked if everything was okay. "Everything's okay." I responded, trying to take my mind off Jen's boldness.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked and told him that I was going to take the toys back to our bedroom and walked away. As I made my way down the hallway to the bedroom, I could sense that I was being followed. As I opened the closet and began to put the toys in a large box of other toys, I felt a hand on my shoulder and quickly turned around. The handcuffs flew out of my hands and landed on the bed.
"No need to be embarrassed, " she said as she looked over to Scott, with a knowing eye. "Scott and I have toys of our own and we leave them out in the open. You never know when you're going to need them, ya know?" I knew all to well. I was getting even hornier as Karen said this and I think it was pretty obvious to her and Scott.
Karen stepped closer to me and gently brushed the hair off my shoulders and took a long look at my pert breasts that pressed firmly against t-shirt. Our eyes met as she looked into my eyes with lust. I wanted her and I knew she wanted me, damn it!
I could see Scott out of the corner of my eye playing with the bulge that was growing with each passing moment. I don't have much experience with men's penises but I could tell he was well endowed. I would have gone after him it weren't for the fact that I had an interest in women more.
Karen and I kissed passionately as I reached for the bottle of lube I put had placed in the box. I pulled away and lead Karen to the king size bed that was in the corner of the room. She pushed me onto the bed and proceeded to lay on top of me, laying gentle kisses on my neck and whatever exposed skin was available, all while her hand explored my firm, athletic body. Her hands paid close attention to my breasts. Almost instantly, I reached an orgasm that I couldn't believe and my clothes were even off yet.
She tore at my shirt and lifted it above my breasts and with expert hands removed my black lace bra in no time and immediately attacked my aching nipples. This girl was good! Her left hand made its way down to my mons and gave me a firm squeeze. Before I knew it, my jeans were unbuttoned and unzipped. I was in ecstasy when I felt her other hand reach around and squeeze my left ass cheek.
Karen was definitely a dominant woman while maintaining the look of any runway model. She flipped me over and gave a reach around I could believe! Her nimble fingers found my clit and danced on it like no one else ever has. She used her gentle grip on my pussy to pulled me down on the bed so my feet touched the floor and quickly removed my own thong.
I didn't notice that Scott made his way over to the bed and stood behind Karen and managed to lower her tight low-riders and what I eventually found out were a nice silky thong. I was so lost in the sensations I was experiencing that I didn't even notice that Karen's hands were no longer on my body. When I finally realized this, I looked back over my shoulder, and I could see Karen being stood up, with her jeans around her ankles, Scott's hands exploring her tight, athletic body. His right hand made its way down her clean shaven slit and he began to perform what looked like what I felt on my own clit. "So, she taught him well," I thought to myself. The mere sight of this was making my juices flow even more.
Scott bent her over slightly and guided his member inside Karen all the way to the hilt. Karen let out a lust-filled moan as Scott gently but firmly began to thrust into her. She was so lost in her own sensations that she put her hands down on top of my ass to support herself. Her thumbs were so dangerously close to the one place that made me lose absolute control that I could feel the heat emanating from those fingers. I couldn't control myself and found myself in yet another orgasm but this time my entire body spasmed violently.
Her hands moved closer to my hips and pressed gently as if to want me to present my nakedness to her. I gladly obliged and put my knees on top of the bed and presented my willing pussy to her. Her tongue wasted no time in finding my clit and taking in the juices that were flowing from my pussy. I could feel Scott thrusting inside Karen because her tongue applied more pressure every time I heard Scott's hips make contact with Karen's ass. I wondered if it felt as good for her as it did to me.
Then the pounding sensation stopped with any end to Karen's tongue lashing. I looked back again and I what I saw was a surprise. Karen was reaching behind her to where it looked like Scott's penis might have been. She took the bottle of lube from my bed and poured a little on her fingers. She switched hands and reached for his penis with her lube covered fingers. Then I heard what I never thought I would have heard from the person who was our high school and college student body president. "Fuck my ass, baby!" Karen said in a low sultry tone. After a few seconds of silence, and very little movement, Karen let out a low but clearly audible moan of pain and pleasure.
She was on me once again and this time in earnest. I felt her lubed hand touch my ass and slowly make its way to the most intimate of my parts. My head was spinning as I was going through a massive amount of pleasure from her tongue and my own thoughts of what her hand was about to do. I found out soon enough. Karen slowly push a single finger in and then another. As I said earlier, touching e there drove me crazy and this time was no different. I grabbed at the sheets and tried to cover my mouth with the pillow I was laying my head on. I was afraid the moan and shriek might wake the neighbors. This went on for what seemed like an eternity, when Karen lifted her head and quietly announced, "she's ready!"
Karen stopped completely touching me and I felt strangely empty. I looked back again and she motioned for me to turn over. As I turned over, I moved higher on the bed and then I saw Scott in all his masculine glory standing at the foot of the bed.
I guess I had a look of confusion on my face as Karen put a finger to her lips to say "shhh." She leaned over and kissed me as I felt Scott's hands touch the inside of my right thighs and spread them apart. In one motion, I had my womanhood exposed and brought closer to this man who had been a mutual friend since my early college years.
I had always wondered what he was hiding under those khaki pants he always wore. This was a guy who was well refined and intelligent? the perfect combination for a man I wouldn't have minded being with, despite my long-standing preferences. He slightly bent his knees and was guiding his penis toward my still dripping pussy. In this position, I could feel how much of my juices were flowing over my ass. If it was going to happen, so be it. I liked this guy and he's the type I liked. He may as well be my first man, even though he was spoken for. After all his better half was right there, giving him permission. I wondered about Jen.
I closed my eyes and relaxed as much as I could but the fact that Karen was now using her expert fingers and tongue on my nipples. Then I felt it! Scott's penis was emanating so much heat that even before he touched me, I could feel his presence. His penis head pressed gently into virgin opening and went slightly further. I felt a sharp twinge of pain as my hymen began to tear and my walls stretched to accommodate something I had never had, until now. I grabbed the sheets again and let out a loud lusty moan of pleasure and pain of my own.
I was at a new level of pleasure that I couldn't believe I could reach. I was awash in the pleasure of Karen's tongue and hand's on my breasts and Scott's penis deep within me. With each thrust, I could feel Scott's penis probing, reaching places I never knew I had.
At this very moment, I didn't realize it but, Jen had quietly made her way to the bedroom and was hiding next to the door, just outside in the hallway. She apparently was standing there observing our activity from the moment Karen turned me onto my belly. She stayed a while longer and then quietly made her way back to the kitchen and came back after a few minutes.
I in the meantime was in the middle of I yet another orgasm that had reached a level I had never experienced. I was impressed, with his staying power since the three of us had been at this close to an hour by this point.
Scott slowly stopped and pulled his glorious member out of me, leaving me again with an empty feeling. This didn't last long as Scott repositioned himself at my opening. This time he guided himself back toward me but a little lower. He pressed his penis against my asshole and pressed firmly but gently. I was so relaxed at this point that he slipped in with relatively little difficulty. I grabbed my trusty pillow and muffled yet another moan and screech of pain and ecstasy. He began to thrust slowly and then picked up his pace. Until today, I had never had anything inside me, much less in my ass.
Suddenly I heard Karen yell out like I had never heard anyone yell. Scott stopped and we both looked in Karen's direction. What I saw horrified me, as Karen was crying hysterically and bleeding from what appeared to be a knife wound to her back and one a few inches below her navel ring. She held her hands in front of her face and looked hysterically at the blood that covered her hands and arms.
My mind was racing, trying to figure out what was going on, when I heard Scott groan in what I thought was an orgasm. "Great this guy just came inside me" was all I could think. Then I saw him tense up and seemingly go onto his tip-toes. The look of pain on his face was like nothing else, aside from Karen's face that I've ever seen.
I saw the flash of what turned out to be a knife shine in the hallway light. It made contact with and penetrated Scott's abdomen above his navel. As the knife was pulled out, it was also brought upward. Scott clutched at the wound that was dripping more blood as the seconds ticked by.
My head was pounding and I was acutely aware of my heart beating heavily in my chest. The way the light was shining into the room, I could only see what was directly at the foot of the bed and the side where Karen began to slump to the floor, still crying but it was much weaker than mere minutes ago.
Luckily Scott's penis was no longer inside me because I had that fight or flight instinct running through me. I was scared but saddened by the sight of my friends being mortally wounded by an unseen assailant's knife.
I quickly got off the bed and was on the opposite side of where was Karen was turning pale and beginning to slip away. With what little strength she had, she raised her hand in my direction and mouthing the word "Help me!"
Stupid me! I was on the far side of the bed, in the dark and where I couldn't help either Scott or Karen. I was screwed because the door was also on the other side of the bed. "Shit!" I yelled.
I thought about going out the window but that would take too much time. "I'm dead for sure," I thought. Then the light turned on. Next to Scott stood Jen, my lover, holding a large kitchen knife covered in blood and bits of what was formerly inside Karen and Scott. She was dressed in her sexiest lingerie that further accentuated what didn't need to be accentuated.
From where I was standing, I could see that Karen's eyes were partly closed and seeing nothing. Scott was close behind.
"You're cheating on me, with our best friends, of all people?! How dare you!!" she yelled. She turned to Scott who ended up propped up against the dresser, barely breathing and lifted his head.
"I hope you enjoyed my girlfriend's ass?it's obviously the last piece of ass you'll ever have!" she taunted and then drove the knife deep into his chest, producing more blood. She let go of his head and it dropped at an odd angle.
"As for you, I hope you enjoyed you first taste of a man's dick! Big mistake cheating on me, little miss!" she yelled.
The rage in her eyes was burning holes into me as I knew I should have done this to her.
"Come here, bitch!" I obeyed, slowly making my way over to her. She waved the knife menacingly at me as I moved closer. She grabbed my hand and pulled me close to her, my naked breast pressed firmly against her own which were silk covered. As I got closer, I could see that her favorite lingerie was ruined with large amounts of blood. Her tanned skin was also covered in blood, but DAMN! She still looked hot as hell!
She moved her empty hand down to my ass and pressed a finger in. I grimaced from because my ass was still a little sore from the activity earlier that evening.
"Hurts doesn't it," she asked "serves you right."
I gently squeezed her breast, hoping I could change her state of mind. I was crying at this point but, tried to change her state of mind by giving her breasts a gentle squeeze and planting a gentle kiss on her neck. She pushed me away a bit.
"Won't work this time, you're going to die on your 21st birthday!" she said. "Such a shame to waste a body like yours."
Jen grabbed me again and spun me around and in one move, I found myself thrown up against the wall – the wind knocked out of me.
Before I could catch my breath she was pressed up against me again, with the knife just above my clit.
"Too bad, and good bye!" she said to me and pulled the knife back.
"NOOOOO!!!!" I yelled as I saw her arm and the knife move in slow-motion toward me.
I felt the sharp tip pressed up against the top of my clit and closed my eyes tightly, resigned to my fate. Her arm continued forward and the knife pressed more insistently into my skin. I was hysterically crying.
I knew that the body goes into shock after the first time a knife penetrates to body but the strange thing is that I didn't feel any pain, but I did feel what felt like blood dripping over my womanhood.
I opened my eyes in time to see Jen pull the knife back again and quickly bring it forward again. I watched in morbid fascination, the knife as it impacted my navel. I was expecting more pain but felt none. There was what looked like blood on both my lower abdomen and my navel but NO PAIN!
I looked at Jen who began to laugh hysterically. She stepped back and raised the knife above her head, with both hands and plunged it into her left breast. Red fluid began to flow but she didn't seem to be in any pain. I was confused. Jen had a large grin on her face as she pressed the knife into her palm and I finally understood. The knife was a prop. I was speechless!
I looked around at Karen and Scott who were still lying where they had "died." After a few seconds, they both "came too" and stood up with large grins on their faces.
"Happy birthday!" all three yelled in unison as they moved toward me. My head was pounding even more as reality set in. I had been tricked! I had been scared more than I had ever been scared in my entire life and my three best friends were responsible for it!
"Son of a bitch!" was all I managed to get out.
As Scott hugged me, I noticed something, the same thing I noticed when I was up against the wall.
"Wait a minute! How does a dead man still have an erection?"
"Oops!" was all Scott could say as we hugged.
"You had me going there," I told everyone.
We all had a good laugh and walked out of the bedroom. Jen was going to be the one who cleans up the "blood stains" all over the carpet, bedding and walls. What a mess!
We retired to the living room after Jen, Karen and Scott washed the "blood" off their bodies.I kept my on, as I thought of it as a badge of honor.
As we sat on the couch laughing at what they saw after they had "died." The faces I made, the hysterical crying, the whole nine yards.
Great! First I was the target of a sick prank now, I'm the butt of their jokes. It was the best birthday I have ever had. My friends are the best!
Jen, Scott and Karen welcomed me into the world of snuff and I gladly accepted. Now Jen and I and some of our other friends regularly act out our fantasies although Jen still hasn't shown me how she "gutted" Scott, that night.
A necro fetishist is born!