Free A Dark Autumn by Kristopher Rufty

that…hasn’t…done anything yet… You haven’t…done anything…wrong…”
    Yes, she had. Michelle shook her head. “I helped hold you down…”
    “I don’t care about that… Just don’t…do this. Let me…go.”
    Michelle mulled over the possibility as Helen’s cheers resounded around her. Then she heard a sound. A gasp…a choke. Looking down, she found her hand had seized Ricky’s throat. She hadn’t even noticed the movement, or felt the course stubble of his oncoming beard under her fingers.  
    It felt wonderful, even better than she could have imagined.  
    She swayed her hips, mounting herself above his penis. Then she lowered her hips. He pushed into her, stretching her soft walls as far as they would go. She stifled a scream, and grunted a gasp as she descended. He felt like a log inside her.
    “Ride that cock!” Helen shouted. She licked her lips, looking as if at any moment she may begin panting.
    Michelle felt sweat beading on her forehead, and trickling from under her arms. His penis felt incredible, yet constipating at the same time. She slowly ascended, then eased back down again. This time didn’t hurt as bad. Slowly, she began moving at a steady pace until she was thrusting incessantly.
    Michelle released his throat, allowing him to suck in air. He coughed, wheezing as he tried to breathe. She slapped him, a solid thwack that knocked his head to the side. He looked up at her, pain in his eyes and a hand-shaped welt on his face. She smiled. Then she struck him again. This time her fingers caught him just below the eye. Ricky grumbled as a fresh batch of tears misted. A dab of blood seeped out from the corner of his mouth. His teeth looked as if he’d brushed them with red toothpaste.  
    Michelle squeezed her breasts. Hard. Smashing them flat against her, it felt as if she might push them through her back. Then she felt other hands on her, smooth and roaming. She opened her eyes. Helen was kneeling beside her, exploring Michelle’s body. One hand went up to her face, caressing it, and the other traveled between her legs. She felt a finger grazing her fold, rubbing her up and down. Then she proceeded to vigorously polish from side to side.  
    Michelle squealed from the sensation overload. She looked past Ricky and saw that Amanda now sat on both of his hands with three of his fingers up to the knuckle inside of her. Using her hips, she grinded against his wrists.  
    Helen leaned in, putting her lips to Michelle’s. Only hesitating for a brief instant, they began to kiss. Helen’s tongue shoved into Michelle’s mouth. Then they began to thrash and roll.  
    As Ricky was reduced to begging, again, the woods erupted into a tumult of gasps and moans from the synchronicity of the girls’ aggressive orgasms.
    Not stopping to rest, they kept the rhythm fast and hostile.
    Michelle knew as she continued to grate her hips that what she was doing was inexcusably wrong, and that she would forever have to live with the ramifications of her actions. An unforgivable sin.  
    At the moment though, she couldn’t care less.  

Chapter Fifteen
    Britt Marlowe thumbed his cell phone off when he got Michelle’s voicemail again. He’d been calling all evening, because he felt awful about not being able to go with her to the mountains and just wanted her to know so. But his dad had said he was sorry Britt had to cancel on Michelle, and to make it up to him had decided to run the parts himself for Saturday’s deliveries, leaving Britt free to make the trip after all.  
    Better late than never.
    He’d been trying to reach Michelle ever since to let her know he was coming out there. It was odd. Usually she answered on the first ring, practically singing Hello into the phone. Britt had assumed her reception wasn’t the greatest where she was, so he’d kept trying, taking turns calling her cell phone and then the number to the cabin. Finally, he gave up and called her parents for directions. He’d