~ In the Silence of the Forest ~

by: SnuffKing

To Sonya...whom I think is pretty cool...

Hi. My name is King. Or rather, that's what my friends call me. For reasons that will become obvious in the following, I will prefer nor to mention my real name.

I first met Sonya when I was touring the states last year, looking a universities on which I could continue my education. I had seen her site, and written her a few e-mails. She seemed like an interesting woman, so when I went through Georgia, I just had to see her. Now I study at the University of Atlanta.

My relationship with Sonya is hard to define. I don't love her, at least not in the traditional meaning of the word. But I do like her very much. I respect her, even admire her at times. She is 10 years older the I am, but I've always been attracted to more experienced women. I have become her loveboy and she has become my friend, my lover and my teacher.

I only see her in between affairs (hers mostly), and we don't only share sex, even though that is really great. What we share is a basic view of the world, a temporal, cynical, in a way, view that comes out of pain. The world is so very hard. We lick each others wounds, and try to keep it at that.

Sometimes, when we both have had too much of our ordinary lives, we go away together for a few days. It's always hard to get her to come to me. She really spoils her pet, and even though she has a girl who looks after them when she's gone, it's impossible to get her away from Atlanta for more then a few days. But the story that I will tell you is about one of those trips.

Sonya had just come out of a painful relationship with some rich asshole called Frank. Just like most men do when they meet someone as beautiful as her, he had promised her everything, and expected equal promises in return. He wanted to make her his very own, to posses her. She had loved him, I guess, but she couldn't stand the pressure, couldn't stand listening to his promises, that she knew would be broken someday. So she had gotten out, and wanted to get away.

I wanted to go to Lashley Point, a small town west of Homosasa Springs, and north of St. Petersburg, in Florida. It's a beautiful spot, and quite easy to find. You just take interstate 75, heading south from Atlanta. Just south of Ocala,  you turn off towards Beverly Hills (Florida, not L.A., dah!). Then you follow freeway 490 towards Homosasa Springs, and just keep going till there is no more road. Then you are at Lashley Point.

We had stayed overnight in Ocala, and when we headed south-west towards Beverly Hills, it was a lovely June morning. The weather was fine, it was very warm, so I wore only my jeans and a T-shirt. I probably would have done that anyway. I love to feel Sonya's arms around me, when we were riding my bike. It's a Yamaha 1200 that I brought with me from Denmark. All black and chrome, and it easily does 150, so she has to hold on real tight. She was also wearing jeans and T-shirt, but also a black leather jacket, that she kept open, so she could press her perfect breasts against my back when we rode. She really knew how to make biking hard for a guy. Her hands was always moving around, hugging my stomach, digging into my chest, running through my hair, cupping my balls. But I loved it.

I was happy. Happy because the sun was shining, happy because I was with this lovely woman, happy because we would spend three hot days in a hotel, alone, away from everything. So I didn't notice the green Mercedes that kept on our tail.  And if I had, I wouldn't have given it a second thought.

In the afternoon we reached the valley of Halls River, a few miles west of Homosasa Springs. Just where the 490 hits the bottom of the bay, there is some cliffs covered by pine forest. Sonya had been moving quite a bit on the back of the bike, so I thought it would be an excellent spot to make a small stop. A small dirt road leads from the main road, and down to a flat plateau near the river. There I parked the bike, and we walked down the embankment to the sandy shores. All around us was water, cliffs and pine forest.

"God, this place is beautiful" Sonya said, and dropped onto her back in the sand. "I want you to make love to me, boy" she added with a sly smile. The sun glittered in her short chestnut hair, and her breasts pressed against the thin fabric of her shirt. How could I resist her? I knelt down between her legs, and pulled the shirt out of her jeans. I bet she does more then 100 sit-ups ever evening, her stomach is so hard and flat. She let her fingers run through my hair, slowly pressing my head down, while I kissed her stomach. I quickly unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled down her black panties. I drew in my breath, savoring the smell of her sweat and her excitement, then I parted her pubic hair and began caressing her pussy with my tongue.

She grabbed my hair tight, and began making small circles in the sand with her ass as I licked her. I'd start by kissing the soft flesh between her ass and pussy. Then I let my tongue glide softly up over her lips, feeling her excitement grow. She began moaning, and I pressed harder, parting her lips, and letting my tongue bury into the soft, wet warmth of her pussy. When I reached her clitoris, my tongue drew small circles around it, then started over. My hands pulled down her jeans, and slid around her hips, until they were trapped between the sand and her lovely ass. Suddenly she froze, her hands releasing my head.

"What's wrong, love" I said, and looked at her face. She was staring past me, up the embankment. I turned my head and followed her gaze, just in time to see a green Mercedes back up the dirt road.

"That car" Sonya said, with a worried look in her eyes, "That car has been following us since Ocala. Possibly longer"

"Don't be silly" I said and smiled at her. I know well Sonya's appetite for crime stories. If anything is even remotely conspicuous, she'll think it's some sort of criminal activity. "It's just some poor bugger who took a wrong turn. Bet the sight of your sore ass scared him off"

"Shut up and listen" Sonya hissed. I heard it. The engine of the car roared for a few seconds, as it quickly backed up the steep track. Then there was silence. "I saw that car when we left Ocala. And it passed us when we stopped at that gas station near Beverly Hills. And I by the sound of it, it hasn't pulled back on the main road. I bet it's still parked up there."

"OK, OK, if you think it's so important I'll go have a look." This was silly. We were just making love, and now the sight of that damn car had freaked her out. Well, I knew she wouldn't quiet down, before I went and checked it out. "You just stay here" I said. She nodded.

"Remember your gun. We can't have you get hurt, love" she added as soon as I got up. I don't like guns much, never has as a matter of fact. I think the weapon laws in the states are completely nuts. But on the second day after I moved to Atlanta, Sonya had given me a .44 Smith and Wesson revolver. It looked like a small artillery cannon. I hadn't wanted to keep it, but she loved to take me shooting. It was chrome, and it did go rather well with my Aviator sunglasses. I took the gun from the backpack I'd thrown on the beach, and started up the embankment.

When I reached the dirt road, no car was in sight. I waved back at Sonya who was sitting on the beach, and followed me with nervous eyes.The road made a turn a few hundred feet away, and from there I should be able to see all the way up to the main road. So I thought I'd just go there and check it out, just to quiet Sonya down.

As I rounded the bent in the road, I saw the green Mercedes parked up the incline, only 100 feet from where I stood. The left door was open, but no one was in sight. I couldn't really see if anyone was in the car, for the windshields were toned glass. Maybe they had an accident, or a breakdown?

When I got to the car I found it empty. The seats were covered in bright leather, a camera and a few large pictures was scattered over the right front seat. Most of them was of Sonya. A few of them was of me. I suddenly had a pretty fucking good idea of what was going on. I had to get back to Sonya. Fast.

I ran all I could down the dirt road. When I reached the bend, after which I would be visible form the beach, I slowed down. Hiding behind a large tree, I scanned the beach where Sonya was still waiting, then the edge of the wood. The woods were rather dense and at first I didn't see anything at first. Then a flash of light, like the rays of the sun reflecting of some bright surface, struck me. It was not far off. I quietly made my way through the shadow of the trees.

As I crept from tree to tree, I heard someone hum in front of me. From behind a tree I could see the silhouette of a person, who seemed to be concentrating on some task. I ducked behind a bush and crept closer. As I was only a few feet away, the humming stopped. There was a metallic click, like a slide being pulled back. The fuck was preparing to fire a rifle....at Sonya. I switched off the safety hatch, jumped over the push, and pointed the gun at the back of the persons head.

"Drop the fucking rifle!" I yelled. The person in front of me froze. It was not very tall, and cloaked in shadow.The rifle fell onto the soft forest floor.

"Turn around...and don't make any sudden movements" I commanded. The figure in front of me turned slowly, and took a step towards me. It was a woman.

It was not just any woman. It was the most sexy slut that had ever seen, apart from Sonya. She was young, the same age as I, maybe even a few years younger. She had great curly red hair, her face was pale, her brows black lines over her big blue eyes.

"What the fuck are you doing, snooping around here for" she said. Her red lips pouted slightly as she spoke. She had large breasts that bulged against a short red plastic dress. Her bra was clearly visible under the dress, and she was wearing black net stockings. She looked like a porn model.

"I may ask you the same question. And..." I didn't finish the sentence. The girl's hand went behind her back. I saw it move as in slow motion. I knew that she was reaching for something, quite possibly a weapon. Every cell in my brain cries 'shoot' but I just couldn't bring myself to shoot this young beautiful creature in front of me. I hesitated...just a second.

When her hand reappeared, she was holding a .357 Herrett. And it pointed right at my head.

"Why didn't you shoot, you coward" she said "Now it's too fucking late. If you move a muscle I'll blow your brains out". She stared at me, her eyes wide with anger. We were both standing there, pointing our guns at each other.

"Well, it appears like we have a draw here, doesn't it?" I asked, trying hard to keep my voice steady. My hand was shaking, my mind reeling. Would she try to shoot me? I didn't want to soot her, I really didn't. But I knew that if I saw the least twitch of her fingers, I would have to. Or she would blow me away.

"Yea, so why don't you be a good boy, and put down your gun, before I have to hurt you." she said, and gave me a tense smile. I didn't move. Surely she had come here to kill me, or Sonya, or both of us. I suppressed a sigh of relief and forced my eyes to stare into her blue orbs, as I saw something move at the edge of my vision. Yet the girl seemed to sense that something was wrong. She cocked her head and listened, reluctant to turn.

"What the fuck is that!" she yelled. Then it dawned on her. "If you try anything back there, I swear I'll kill little loveboy here."

There was a blur of movement behind her. She pulled the trigger, obviously intending to deal with the threat in front of her, before dealing with the one coming from behind. Split seconds before the gun fired something slammed into her back The gun rang out, and I heard the projectile hum past my ear, before it hit a tree behind me with a high-pitched cracking noise. The girl fell forward and Sonya jumped onto her back, pinning her against the damp forest floor, pressing her 44 Smith and Wesson special against the back of her head. The girl had lost hold of her gun. I picked it up and clicked out the cartridge.

"What the fuck were you doing up her, slut", Sonya hissed at the frightened girl.

"I was just, ehh, I was hunting" she stammered.

I had popped a few bullets out of the cartridge, and examined them. "If I'm not much mistaking, this is .357 Magnum jacketed hollow point ammunition. And there is some copper capped led bullets in here too. Seems a little sever for duck-hunting, wouldn't you say? Besides I saw the stuff in your car, and that rifle over there is certainly no sports rifle. So you might as well cut the crap."

The girl was not inclined to talk, so we dragged her down to the beach, where I tied her hands and feet with the rubber straps I used to pack my bike. The girl looked frightened, but she tried not to show it. Sonya was furious, and kept cursing and threatening her. At last we put her down on the beach, laying on her back with her hands and feet tied together beneath her. The red plastic dress seemed about to burst under the pressure of her large breasts. She had to spread her legs, unless the bands hurt her wrists, and I could see the long smooth net-covered legs ending at a pair of very small, almost transparent panties. Fuck, the girl was hot!

"Aaargh", the girl cried out in pain as Sonya sat on her stomach. "You are fucking hurting my wrists, bitch...and I can't breath"

"I know" Sonya said with a wicked smile "That's the idea, slut. I want you to tell me a few things, or I swear I'll kill you. First, who sent you?"

The girl writhed in pain under Sonya. As she moved about, the zipper in the plastic dress gave way, revealing a black silk bra hardly covering the mounds of her breasts. "I can't tell you that" she said. Sonya slapped her across her pretty face. She cried out in pain, but said nothing.

"Talk, fuck!" Sonya slapped her again. The girl cried out, and began crying. It started with a few sobs, then a stream of tears flowed from her eyes.

"Please, oh please, let me go! I'll tell you everything, just don't turn me in!" the girl sobbed. She looked really frightened, as if afraid for her life.

"Yea, yea, we'll get to that...after you talk. Who sent you?" Sonya seemed to calm down a little, now that the girl was broken.

"Oh God, I'm dead already! If you turn me in, they are going to fry me. And if I don't kill you, Carlos will surely kill me. If I help you, please, please help me!". The girl was hysterical. Tears was streaming down her face, drawing black lines of her carefully applied mascara.

Sonya pushed herself up on her knees, easing the pressure on the girl. "Tell me, who sent you".

"I don't know...I don't know his name. I just talked to him once...with Carlos. He was in his early forties, I guess. Tall, black hair, a little overweight. Do you know him?". The girl seemed to relax a bit. The tears slowly dried away.

"A gold ring in the form of a snake? Small birthmark on his left cheek?"

"Yea, that's the one"

"Frank!" Sonya yelled furiously "Frank, you fucking asshole. What did he tell you, why did he want you to kill me?"

"I'm...I was supposed to kill you both. He said that you had been cheating on him with that guy over there. That you were a horny slut, and that he had seduced you. That you and him were about to get married"

"And you believed that load of crap, did you? You just nodded your young pretty head, took the money, and came here to kill us?"

"I..I didn't know. I had no choice. I had to make the money. It's not like I enjoy killing, you know. I don't know you, I have nothing against you, personally. I just need the fucking cash."

We talked some with the girl. Her name was Cindy. She told us all about Carlos, a guy who apparently organized assassins in Atlanta. How Frank had instructed her to shoot Sonya through the head, but make me suffer. He hadn't wanted me to die easy. Sonya seemed to ease off on the girl. She was still pissed that Cindy had taken money to kill us, but at least she had stopped hurting her. Her curiosity had taken over. While they talked I gathered some firewood in the forest. The sun was setting, and it didn't seem like we were going anywhere soon. Cindy was telling Sonya about Carlos, when I began setting the fire. When I was done. I got rug, some blankets and a bottle of Jack Daniel's from my backpack. We might as well get comfortable.

"Hi girls, anyone want a drink?" I said in a merry tone. I didn't know what was going on. Cindy seemed like a nice enough girl. But she had tried to kill us. And how did Sonya feel about this?

"I don't really think we ought to, considering the circumstances" Sonya protested.

"Cindy?"

"Yes, thank you.But it is kind of hard to drink, with my hands tied behind my back" She smiled at me. She looked sad. The setting sun, that came in ower the river, made her red hair shine like a golden halo, the streaks of mascare on her cheeks made her look like one of those pictures with crying chieldren. And her breasts....I couldn't get my eyes of her brests, and they sat there, propped up by her bra, half revealed under the broken dress. Out the corner of my eye, I saw Sonya looking at me with obvious disapproval.

"Eaah, yes. I guess we might as well untie your hands. It's not like you are going to be able to do much, except maybe throw your dring in our faces". I knelt down and untied her hands. Sonya did not proetst.

"Why, why are you doing this?" Sony asked.

"Well, it's a long story. I don't want to get into that" Cindy said, and took the glass I handed her. She drowned the drink in one gulp. I quickly refilled tha glass almost to the edge.

"I think you should tall us, so we may understand this. Otherwise...." Sonya let the word hang in the air.

"Ok, I'll tell. It all started a few years back when I was 18. My parents were living in Manning, south-east of Colby, Kansas. It was a small village, full of hillbillies. God, I hated that place. I had to get away. I wanted to become an actress, so I headed west to Los Angeles. I did a few auditions, but they all said that I was no good. No good at all. But I always have had my body working for me, so I got a few model contracts, for commercials, see. I thought, what the hell, maybe that's a way to be spotted. And I really needed the money, not that it paid much.
  It was not easy to find a cheap place to stay in LA. I had some money that I'd saved up delivering papers back home, but they soon ran out, and the commercials paid too little. So I...I signed this contract with a porn production company. It was not a very good contract, but it paid the rent.
  I soon found out that it was not a job I liked. I'm not a whore you know. They wanted me to work hard. Some days I'd fuck for almost 10 hours on end. And they always made me do things I didn't like. Weird, sick things. But that was only the beginning. Soon my boss began taking me home. He made me do things for him, for his wife, for his colleagues. It was horrible. So I ran away again."

"How old are you, Cindy?" Sonya asked. She certainly seemed to have easened up on the whole situation. She had even taken a glass of JD. I was sitting behind her, supporting her, feeling the wormth of her body.

"I'm 24. When I left LA I was 21. Anyway, I traveled around for almost a year, doing small jobs. I got raped and robbed on my way, and everywhere I went people found ways to use me. They always did. Every time I met someone I liked, they either wanted to own me or use me. So I had to move on. At last I came to Atlanta. I have a cousin there, and I lived with him for a few months. he was nice, he wanted to help me. He introduced me to a lot of people, high class people, who could get me a decent job. That's how I met Carlos. He owns a chain of nightclubs, and he wanted me to work for him. So I became a dancer at one of his nightclubs. It was a good job, really. I soon had the money to move into my own apartment.
  Then I started to see Carlos, nonprofessionally. He really is a nice guy. He knows his way around women. He has that charm, you know. He can make women do anything. Anyway, I fell in love with him. We had some wild times, we made love like I never have before. He made no demands of me. He had plenty of other women, I know that, but when we were together he made me feel special. He is older then I am, more experienced, and he made love to me like no man ever has. But it went wrong, somehow. But please, I don't want to talk about that."

"Hey, we are just deciding what to do about you here" Sonya said, and squeezed my hand. The sun was almost gone, the river had faded into the darkness, and in the forest behind us the cicadas bussed. The faces of the two women were illuminated by the flickering light of the fire. They were both so very beautiful. I couldn't help loving them both a little. I kissed Sonya on her neck, biting her softly. She pretended she didn't notice."Unless you want us to take you directly to the cops, I suggest you try to convince us to do otherwise"

Cindy continued. "Hell, I don't know. Maybe the cops are the best. I want out. I hate what I'm doing, Oh God, I can't go on like this". She sobbed for a few minutes, then gathered herself. "Well, as I said, I fell in love with Carlos. I began coming to every party he threw. I met all the other women who worked for him. They all took a lot of drugs at those parties, mostly cocaine. I didn't want to be different, I wanted to share their fun, so I took some myself. That's when it all went bad. Cocaine is an expensive habit, and I soon found out I couldn't control it. I just have to have it. I need it. I need it right now. Can't you get the stuff in my car, please?"

"Later, maybe" Sonya said. "Continue"

"Well, I started doing drugs every day, not only at parties. It costs a lot of money, if you want the good stuff. So I used all the money I had saved up, and my salary wasn't large enough to cover the expenses. I had to ask Carlos for money. At first he gave me little cocaine for free. But he said he couldn't continue, that I was becoming a burden for him. He treated to stop seeing me. I love him, I still do, so I had to help him out. He made me do this. I don't know why, I think he loves me, and yet he forces me to do these things. I hate it."

"And you never once thought that he was just jerking you around?" I had to ask.

Her face changed immediately. She had looked concerned, sad. But now she once again burst into tears.

"What the fuck is wrong with this girl?". Sonya asked me. "How can she be so fucking stupid? We have to turn her in to the police"

Cindy heard those last words, and through her tears she yelled, "No, no, please don't! They will make me betray him, and then he will kill me for sure. Unless they fry me first. I don't want to die that way, all alone, him thinking, or knowing, that I betrayed him. Oh God, I don't know what to do!"

Now it was Sonya's turn to look concerned. I guess she felt for this young bewildered thing. She had been young, like that girl, naive, ruled by her heart. And she knew how powerful it was, we both did. How much it could fuck you up, hurt you. We both felt sympathy for her, even though we didn't understand how she could have gone so far.

"Have you killed many people", Sonya asked. Even though she cared for the girl, there was a certain edge to her voice.

Cindy didn't answer. She just sat there with her face buried in her hands, as another wave of tears washed down her face. I hugged Sonya, and whispered in her ear "What are we going to do about  this girl? Surely we can't just let her go". But that was what I wanted. I wanted to let her go.

"No....well, I don't know", she said, and returned my caress. "Cindy, what do you want us to do? We can't just let you go, but if there is anything we could do to make it easier for you, please let us know."

She looked up at us. Her face was a mask of despair. "If you turn me in, I'm going to die. If you let me go, Carlos is bound to find me sooner or later. He is only a small timer, I know. He has real powerful friends. My parents are dead, they dies in a traffic accident the year after I moved to LA. All I have is in Atlanta. What can I do...I can kill you, that's all I can do, but you wont let me do that, will you?"

"No" Sonya said, "but why don't you let us get back at Carlos? You could help us find him. We could kick his ass. Don't you see how he has used you?"

"I guess I do...I have been trying to hide the truth from myself for so long. But it wouldn't help. As I said he is only a small fish. His boss would kill us. He would kill my cousin. I don't know who he is. It's all useless....Oh God, I wish I could just die...I need a fix. Please get me one? It's in the glove compartment"

I looked at Sonya. She didn't say anything. So I stood up and walked towards the car. Behind me I could hear the two girls talking.

When I came back down, I paused on the dirt road, when I saw Cindy and Sonya. Sonya was sitting like I had done a moment ago, holding Cindy in her arms, hugging her tightly as she sobbed. Both girls were facing the fire. They looked up as I approached.

"Here you are Cindy" I said and threw the small bag at her feet. She didn't pick it up.

"King...I have to ask you something", she said with weak voice. "Up there in the forest...when I drew my gun. Why didn't you kill me?"

"Well, I...", I began. Bot the women were staring at me, a puzzled look in their faces. "I didn't want to kill you. You are even younger then I am. It didn't seem fair. And besides, I thought you were beautiful. I didn't want to hurt you, unless I had to."

"Thanks", Cindy said. "You were too kind. Maybe it had been easier if you had just shot me down. I surely deserved it. All I wanted was to kill you and Sonya, so I could get my dope. I feel so rotten. Sorry." A single tear ran down her cheek and dripped onto the cold sand.

I knelt down in front of her and looked into her eyes. A pat of me wanted to hate her, hate her for what she had almost done. But another part of me wanted to love her, the part of me that kept telling me that it wasn't her fault, that she had been pressed, that she was really innocent. And how I wanted to believe that. "Don't cry.. I forgive you. I really do."

"But I'm glad you didn't kill me. I still deserve to die, but I don't want to die like that, like an enemy, hated. I really don't see how I can possibly go on living, without that happening...sooner or later."

"Now girl, don't think like that...we'll figure something out" Sonya said, and ran a hand through Cindy's long hair.

"You are so nice to me... you both are. But unless I kill you both, I'm already dead. Please....please help me die...", Cindy said. She extended a hand, and touched my face. "If you let me go I'm going to get killed. Or maybe I'll kill myself. But I don't want to die alone. I want to die here, now, with you two holding me, loving me'

She looked at me with pleading eyes. Those eyes. So big and blue, like the eyes of a child. I could feel my dick getting hard. I really wanted to touch her, I really wanted to kill her, feel her die. That's a strange thing about me, as you probably know, I've always fantasizes about how it would be to kill a woman, ho it would feel like when she died in my arms. And Cindy was perfect, like out of my own fantasy, so young and beautiful. And now she begged me to kill her. She begged to be with me in the final seconds of her life. Oh, how I wanted to. I looked at Sonya.

"Here is the way I see it. No matter what, we have to turn you in to the police, and then you are right, you will probably be killed, or spend the rest of your life alone in a cell. I can't just let you walk away, knowing what you've done. But if you want to die, yes I'll help you."

"Thank you, thank you so very much. When I came down here the first time, and saw you laying  on the beach, I thought you both looked so happy. He was pleasing you, wasn't he...he must really like you to do a thing like that. No man has ever done that to me, not like that."

I smiled at her. Yes, I really liked Sonya. I wanted to please Cindy as well, to taste her and see her body writhing in pleasure at my touch. I crawled over to her, and began zipping down her red dress. Then I looked at Sonya again. She was following my moves, still hugging Cindy. She didn't seem to disapprove. I opened her dress.

She was wearing nothing underneath, except her bra. Her stomach was flat, the ribs clearly visible between her stomach and breasts. She was breathing deeply as I began running my hands over her stomach, the full globes of her breasts moving slowly up and down in front of me.

"Do you mind?" Sonya said "I've always wanted to touch a girl, maybe have her touch me, and this whole thing is really making me horny"

"Yes, please do" Cindy said as her hands pressed my head down, just as Sonya had done "Please love me..."

Sonya undid Cindy's bra. Her giant breasts wobbled up and down a bit, before Sonya grabbed them. She began slowly massaging Cindy's full breasts, while kissing her on her neck. Cindy moaned, closed her eyes and leaned her head back against Sonya's shoulder. I pulled down her panties, while still kissing her belly-button. Her pussy was shaved, her lips swollen with desire. I lowered my face down to embrace her lips, and began licking her deeply with my tongue. Her pussy tasted so sweet and her skin smelled good. My hands began pulling down her net stockings. Her legs were smooth, and so beautifully curved.

"Mmmmmnnnnmmmm" Cindy was moaning "Mmm, Ooooh, this is good...please..please kill me" she begged, her eyes still closed. One of her hands grabbed my head, her long red nails digging into my scalp, while the other hand caressed Sonya's face.

"Not yet" Sonya whispered into Cindy's ear "Could you suck me, before we let you go?"

"Yea, sure...I'll do anything for you, anything!" Sonya got up, and slowly lowered Cindy's back onto the ground. She put a rolled rug under head, and kissed her. I was still working between her legs, feeling her excitement grow, tasting the sweetness of her juices. I looked up to admire Sonya, as she undid her jeans and pulled down her panties. She really is a beautiful creature, and the thought of these two pretty girls together, pleasing each other, made me crazy. My dick grew, pressing hard against the sand.

Sonya put a foot on each side of Cindy's head, and fell onto her knees. The she lowered her pussy down towards Cindy's face. From my position, I could see Sonya's great ass pressing against Cindy's breasts, as she began to lick the older woman. "Oh, my little girl, that is so good', Sonya moaned. Cindy was also writhing in joy, gasping and moaning in-between her licking.

Cindy and Sonya reached their first orgasm almost simultaneously. I kept licking Cindy's pussy, enjoying her screams, and her joyful kicking as the pleasure rippled through her. I felt so excited that she would soon die, that I would be the last man that ever fucked her. And Sonya was here with me. She would see Cindy die. I wondered what she would do, if she could participate in the actual killing.

Sonya stood up, juice and salvia running down her legs. She looked down on Cindy. "That was so good, Cindy. Now we can kill you, if you are ready"

"Yes..please do. Oh God, I feel so good. It really is better to die this way."

"I want to fuck you as you die, Cindy, while I'm snuffing out your poor little soul....I'd love to strangle you, if you don't mind'

'Do as you please, master...after all, I did try to kill you...both of you. I'm only receiving fair punishment', she said, and sat up. She didn't look scared. She looked sad, and strangely excited.

I walked around her, while I undid my belt, and pulled off my jeans. Then I sat down behind her, and placed my hands on her hips. She lifted herself up a bit, and I guided her ass towards me, lowered her pussy onto my throbbing dick. It was wet, soft, tight...it felt so good. Sonya knelt down in front of Cindy. As I moved Cindy up and down on my, Sonya began sucking her clit, her lips and my dick. The cupped my palls in one hand, and used the other to massage herself. I moved my hands over Cindy's breast, feeling the fullness, and their firmness. This surely was a lovely girl...and soon she would die.

After a few minutes of pure pleasure, all three of us began moaning heavily. Juice dripped out of Cindy, running down my dick and balls. Sonya licked some of it of.

"Do it...do it now, so I die as I orgasm" Cindy moaned.

"Yes" I said, and picked up my belt. It's a wide black leather belt, and I wear it every day. I had ever so often fantasized about pulling it around some lovely girls neck and here I was. Cindy's body stiffened a bit as I pressed it lightly against her throat.

"Oh god, this turns me on....to think that I'll be dead in a few minutes...that I'll die while you fuck me, while you feel me all over"

"Me too" Sonya moaned, and got up on her knees. "But are you sure you want to do this? Are you sure there is no other way?"

"Yes...now do it...kill me!" Cindy screamed. I pulled tight the belt, and she threw her head back against my chest. Sonya quickly spread her legs, and moved towards Cindy. She slipped a leg over Cindy's leg, while pushing the other one under. That was she could press her pussy against Cindy's pussy, and feel my dick rubbing against her.

"Oh God, this is wild" She said "I got to see this". The she dug her hands into Cindy's thick hair, and pulled her head up. Cindy gasped for the last time, then I pulled the belt so tight that she would get no more air.

"That was your last breath, love" I whispered to her. I thrust hard into her pussy, while I felt the warmth and the juice of both girls. Cindy's arms hugged Sonya violently, and her legs began kicking. I felt the muscles in her pussy pull tight around by dick, while her body jerked. Sonya kissed Cindy's lips, playing with the tongue that stuck out of her red, burning face.

"Bye Cindy" Sonya moaned. She pressed her pussy hard against me and Cindy. Cindy was so tight, so incredibly tight, and she was shaking violently as cramps and joy rippled through her young dying body. Sonya and I was both screaming, screaming in joy as I shut my cum deep inside Cindy's constricted pussy. I kept ramming my dick into her, even after I'd come, even after Cindy died, and Sonya rubbed herself frantically against the dead girl.

I don't really remember it ever ending. I just remember the joy, continuing all through the night. I had sex with Sonya all through the night, and ever so often, we would touch Cindy's pretty young body, using her in our games of blind pleasure.

When I awoke, my dick was sore, and I felt all worn out. Sonya was laying besides me, hugging the dead girl. Above us the stars were still shining. I kissed Sonya, and snuggled up against her naked body.

"Oh, love, that was so good" she moaned.

"Yes, it was great...but you do realize that we have actually killed a young girl, don't you?" I said, and bit her ear.

"Yea...that was wild, wasn't it. But we had to...it was better for her, for all of us. After all, she was a broken thing"

"Just like you and I" I mused, and I let my left hand glide down over her arm and hips, finding the way to her warm damp crutch.

"But we make each other whole, don't we" she said, and gasped as I let three finger slide up her pussy. Her head fell onto the rug. A low humming sound escaped her lips, almost like a cat's purr.

"Sonya?" I asked, kissing her cheek

"Yes?"

"I think I love you"

"Don't get carried away, boy" she said and laughed.