"I am so bored," Tina said. She took another toke off the joint she was sharing with Del and Tim, passed it on. She stretched and shook her head. "We have done everything there is to do. Just everything."
Del laughed. "Well, not everything, Tina!"
She looked around at him; she was very striking, her face broad and slightly childlike, framed in long silky-blonde hair. Her eyes were brilliant light blue. "I don't know what you mean," she replied. "It's just another Saturday night like every other one. We'll finish the joint and then we'll fuck, all three of us. We've just done it all, there's just nothing left. It's just boring. I'd do anything to end it."
Tim reached out to stroke her hair. "We could go out and find some of our buds," he suggested. "You always did like a good gang-bang, Tina."
She nodded. "Yes... but Tim, we've done that too. There just isn't anything new to do, we're always doing something we've done before. The exact same thing or something a lot like it, you know?" She frowned and stared down at her knees. "I can't think of anything, not a thing. I'm twenty- three years old and there's nothing to look forward to for me. Sometimes I kind of wish we hadn't lived so--so, well, fast."
For several seconds no one said anything. "Well," Del observed finally, "if you feel that way--if you want something really new and you don't believe you have anything to look forward to--well, maybe Tim and I should just kill you."
She looked up at him and laughed. "Yeah, right. That'd sure as hell be different!"
"No, I mean it," Del went on, warming to the subject. "A soft sexy killing. Using a knife. What do you think about that, Tina? You want me to stick a knife in you? Way down deep inside? Want to feel blood running out?"
Grinning, she licked her lips. "Oooh, yeah, right," she said, a sarcastic edge in her voice. "Oh, that'd be great, what a turn-on..."
"It would be," Del said, his own tone serious. He looked over at his friend. "Wouldn't it, Tim?"
Chuckling, the other man nodded. "Yeah, sure. I'd do it. In a heartbeat." He laughed again, more loudly.
Tina looked back and forth between them several times. Then, with the sardonic grin still on her face, she stood up and quickly stripped off her clothes. The men stared at her beauty even though they'd seen it many times before. "Okay," she said challengingly. "Tell me how it would go, tell me what you'd do."
Del got up too; with his hand he stroked her smooth flat belly. "Right here," he said. "Think about it, Tina. A hard blade, right in here, where it wouldn't kill you quick. Blood all over. What do you say?"
"Here too," Tim said, throwing himself into it completely. He cupped her breast in his hand, sucked her nipple; then he moved to the other. "Man, oh, man. That'd be so fine, a blade sliding right in one of these fine tits...!"
She looked from one of them to the other. "You guys would really get off on this, wouldn't you?" she asked. There was a very peculiar expression on her face.
Del had been undressing while Tim was sucking her nipples; stepping around her, he embraced her from behind, pressing his already-erect penis against her rear end. "You know we would..." he answered, wringing his hands theatrically. "C'mon, let us do it, Tina... let us kill you..." As he trailed off he giggled almost girlishly.
She pulled away and turned around. "Sure," she said, though she was looking at Del, whose dark eyes seemed to be burning into her. Her expression showed just an instant of doubt, but then she smiled again. "Why the fuck not? Go get a knife." Dropping to her knees, she drew Del's erection into her mouth and began working it with a passion.
Tim didn't move. Del, looking up at him, pointed toward the kitchen; Tim frowned but then shrugged and left the room. Returning, he too stripped himself naked--and he laid the big carving knife he'd brought in on the arm of the couch. While Tina continued to mouth Del's penis, he began stroking his own cock with his hand.
After a moment, Del pushed her head away. Holding her hand, he led her to the sheepskin rug by the couch, sat down, and pulled her down with him; he turned her around so that her head was resting in the crook of his arm, her long blonde hair spilling over his chest. She closed her eyes and sighed; he caressed her breasts, teased her large pale nipples. With a gentle motion, he pushed her right leg outward; she lifted it, exposing her groin completely and spreading her vagina slightly open. On Del's cue, Tim moved in between her legs.
"You ready for him?" Del asked her. "You want him to stick it in you?"
"Oh, yes," she sighed. "Yes, yes..." She looked up at each of them in turn, her eyebrows arched. "You guys really gonna kill me?"
"We sure are," Del answered. "Really." He grinned. "So this is your last time, honey, your very last time. Better make it good!"
Still grinning; Tim first rubbed the tip of his erection around her vagina, then pushed it inside. Tina moaned, pushed her head back against Del's arm. Del watched Tim's penis slide back, shiny with lubricant from Tina's vagina, and watched it slide home again. She squirmed with pleasure.
"God, it's great," she murmured. "I don't know whether it's the fantasy or what, but it's great. Like the first time, like the very first time..."
Having already worked himself close to orgasm, and inflamed by her passion as well, Tim didn't last long; after only two or three strokes he began groaning in climax. Tina, far from satisfied, continued to wriggle in Del's grip.
"Now, Tim!" Del urged, his excitement evident in his voice. "Now, while your come's running out of her, while she's up!"
Tim stared at him in confusion. "What? What, while she's up?"
"The knife!" Del snapped. "The knife, get the knife!"
"Oh. Oh, yeah, sure." Pulling out of her, Tim grabbed the knife off the couch. Still kneeling between her legs, he poked her belly with the point, a little below her navel. She jumped when it touched her but quickly relaxed again. Her chest heaved.
"Here?" he asked.
"Yes," she sighed, preempting Del's answer. "Yes, oh, do it..." She smiled, very widely, as if in immense passion--or as if she didn't really think anything was going to happen to her.
With a wide grin on his face, he poked her a little harder. "I'm doing it, Tina," he said. "Don't you feel it going in?"
Del glared at him. "No! This isn't a joke! Do it, Tim!"
Tim looked up in amazement, and his expression suggested he was about to argue; but, seeing Del's face, he evidently decided not to. Without asking a question, he pushed down hard, running half the length of the eight-inch blade right down into her abdomen. She gasped and pushed back hard against Del. Her hands spasmed, one on Del's leg, one on her own thigh. Blood was welling out around the knife; Tim pushed it on in, a little deeper. Her eyes enormous, Tina looked down at the blade piercing her.
"Cut her!" Del yelled. "Cut her open!"
His eyes immense, Tim gripped the knife tightly. Using a slight in-and-out motion, he drew it steadily toward himself. Her skin parted cleanly as it passed; blood, much more than before, erupted from her, flowing steadily down over her side and onto the rug. Tim stopped cutting; quite gently he slipped the blade back down inside her, right in the center of the incision.
"You really did it," Tina said softly. "You really did, I didn't really believe it..." Tim started pulling the blade up and out. She squirmed suddenly, violently. "Oh, Christ," she moaned as he pulled on it. "Oh, God, I'm close, I'm close, do it again, do me again..."
"Gimme the knife," Del commanded.
Tim obeyed; Del immediately positioned it with the point pressing in above her right nipple. She sighed; he pushed down, piercing her breast. Throwing her head back hard against his arm, she cried out, shuddered, trembled; he pressed on, driving the blade deep. Tina opened her mouth slightly; blood foamed around her teeth.
"Again," she sighed. "Oh, again..."
"You got it, honey," Del whispered. He glanced back down at her body, then stabbed the knife back in, under her ribs on the left. She gasped, groaned, squirmed; one of her legs repeatedly stretched and pulled up. As Del withdrew the blade, she suddenly went limp; her toes curled and her hands twitched a few times.
"Is she dead?" Tim asked.
"Yeah," Del answered. He stared at her. "Shit. Now what do we do?"