Becca Bellamy
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A Horrifying Weekend in Vermont
🕑 Added 2024-10-25 05:31:44 +0000 UTCReed and Jessica had been dating for nearly three months and they still hadn't fucked. Or made love, as she always referred to it, usually when saying that she wasn't quite ready, that she wanted it to be perfect, that she liked Reed too much to rush it.
After three months he was desperate, but he liked that Jessica wanted it to be special. He liked her enough to try and make it special. That's why he'd come up with a plan. He'd rented a house for the weekend in an impossibly quaint Vermont town. They'd arrived a few hours before sundown and enjoyed the vibrant colors of the fall leaves while strolling through the adorable downtown area.
They'd enjoyed a romantic dinner and then strolled downtown once more, this time while enjoying the impressive array of Halloween decorations the stores had put up. They held hands. They kissed repeatedly. Jessica offered more tongue than usual, even doing so in public, which was uncommon for her and made Reed hopeful that he'd get to use the condoms he'd tucked into his suitcase.
The day hadn't been perfect, though. On their way to the restaurant someone had made Jessica feel a little uncomfortable as he openly admired her body. He even commented about how good she looked in her dress and how much he'd like to see her out of the dress. Reed was so taken aback by the comment that he'd taken Jessica's hand and hurried her down the sidewalk. They were both flustered as they took their seats at the table by the window. It took a glass of wine for Reed to fully calm down, and while they talked about it a little, it hadn't come up again.
On the drive back to their rental Jessica had Reed pull down numerous side streets to admire the impressive decorations - and Halloween-themed light displays - so many of the town's residents had done up on their houses. Reed couldn't help but indulge in her every desire to slow down or venture on a side street because Jessica seemed so excited by all of it.
"Is Halloween a big holiday for you?" he asked as they drove down a particularly well-decorated street where nearly every house had gone over the top in crafting an air of creepy holiday fun.
"I think it might be my favorite," she replied while staring out the window. "I love horror movies, too."
Reed was taken aback, largely because Jessica had never struck him as a girl into horror films. "Really?"
She looked at him with a gleeful smile on her face. "Yes, absolutely. I love a good scare, you know?"
"I didn't know, actually," he replied. "But I like that I know it now. Should we watch a horror movie tonight?"
She bit her lower lip and then her smile turned decidedly devilish in a manner Reed loved. It was like he was meeting an entirely new side of his girlfriend and he felt a sudden burst of lust for her.
"I'd love that," she said. "In fact, let's go back to the house now."
Reed turned the car around and headed out of the neighborhood. Jessica leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek as they reached a stop sign and she rested her hand on his thigh for a few moments. That was more than enough to fill Reed with hope that he might actually get to have sex with his girlfriend that night.
"Wow, it's darker in this neighborhood than I would have thought," Jessica noted as Reed pulled down the street where the rental house was located.
She was right. The houses were a lot further apart and there were no street lights. It wasn't late, but most houses were dark, like everyone had already gone to bed. It was vaguely creepy, though Reed wasn't sure if that was because he'd been thinking of Halloween and horror movies as they drove home.
They pulled up to the rental and Jessica jumped out of the car the moment Reed parked. He grabbed his phone and keys and got out. The car's headlights turned off after a few seconds and Reed was plunged into darkness as the moon was behind the house.
"Jessica?" he called out before turning on his phone's flashlight.
His girlfriend was nowhere to be found and Reed heard nothing but the breeze blowing through the dried leaves on the trees.
Reed took a few steps towards the front door and paused when he heard a rustling in the bush. He pointed his flashlight towards it but saw nothing.
"Jessica? Where are you?"
Silence. Reed decided he was going to let himself into the house and turn on the porch light. He was two steps up the stairs when he felt a hand on his leg. He screamed and kicked and hurried towards the door. It wasn't until he was fumbling for the keys that Reed heard the laughter. Jessica's laughter.
He turned the light towards the laughter and saw a gleeful smile on her face. "You scared the shit out of me," he said before offering a smile of his own.
"I'm so sorry," she replied. "I couldn't resist. I just couldn't."
Jessica rushed up the porch stairs and into his arms. She kissed him with a level of depth and passion that caught Reed off guard.
"Who are you?" he asked in the most delighted way possible. "I mean, we've been together for three months and you've never done something like this, and I had no idea that you like horror movies."
"Isn't it better this way?" she asked. "Slowly peeling away layers of the onion? I mean, you wouldn't want to know everything about a person after just a few weeks of dating them, right? Besides, Halloween season really brings out this side of me. I tend to go back to being my normal self once we hit November."
"Well, that's a shame," he replied before softly kissing her. "I think I really like Halloween Jessica."
"Yeah?"
They kissed again before he could respond. It went on long enough - and featured enough tongue - to give Reed a throbbing erection. The way Jessica pushed her hips forward made him feel relatively certain she could feel his excitement and that she found it pleasing.
"Let's go inside," she said.
They went inside and Jessica poured them each a glass of wine. She managed to find popcorn kernels in the pantry, too, and made up a batch on the stovetop as Reed logged in to Netflix.
"What kind of horror do you like?" he asked. "Slasher? You want jump scares? Something a little darker? Psychological horror, maybe?"
"Have you seen The Babadook?"
It sounded like she was talking jibberish. "No."
"Let's do that."
There was glee in her voice and Reed was suddenly a little nervous. He was not a fan of horror movies. Not really. He liked silly slasher films but he wasn't so much into being scared. Clearly, though, Jessica liked the idea of scaring him.
Reed pulled up the movie and then grabbed the glasses of wine while Jessica brought the popcorn. He was about to sit when she gave a disapproving look.
"What?"
"You can't watch a horror movie with the lights on," she said.
Reed smiled, set the wine glasses on the coffee table and set about turning off every light in the house. He found Jessica on the couch with the popcorn bowl in her lap and a glass of wine in her hand.
"Thank you," she said.
Reed sat next to her - close enough that he could feel the warmth emanating from her body - and started the movie.
"Is this scary?" he asked.
"Very scary. Now be quiet and watch."
She was right. It was scary. Reed nearly spilled his wine at the movie's first jump scare. He nearly choked on his popcorn at the second. Each time it seemed to delight Jessica that he was so easy to freak out. It wasn't just the jump scares, either. The movie did a masterful job of creating a sense of fear and the complete darkness of the house - and the fact that it wasn't a house Reed was familiar with - heightened that sense.
Then, nearly an hour into the movie, the TV went dark and the house was plunged into silence.
"Did you do that?" Jessica asked.
"No, did you?"
"No."
Reed grabbed the remote and hit the power button. Nothing happened. He got up and flipped the light switch on the wall. Nothing.
"I think the power's out," he said as a sudden burst of anxiety gripped him.
"Maybe we blew a fuse somehow. It's an old house. It happens."
It took Reed a few seconds to process what she'd said. "Right. I should check the fuse box, I guess."
"You do that while I look for flashlights."
"Maybe see if you can find the power company's website to check about an outage," Reed suggested.
Jessica picked up her phone and her face lit up. "Shit. No reception. No wifi, obviously."
The anxiety gripped Reed a little tighter. "Fuck."
"Reed, honey, you don't have to worry. We probably just blew a fuse. The fuse box is probably in the basement. I can come with you if you want."
Reed wanted that, but it felt far too unmanly to ask for her to join him. "No, it's okay. You go and see if you can find flashlights. They're probably in one of the kitchen drawers. I'll go check the fuse box."
Jessica stood and gave him a soft kiss. Reed would have preferred to stay in that same spot all night long, but she stepped into the kitchen and he had to put aside his fear - fear stoked by the movie - and head for the basement.
Reed turned on his phone's flashlight and made his way through the house and towards the basement door. He unlocked it - while pausing for a moment to wonder why it was locked in the first place - and was thrilled to see that the stairs were carpeted. Reed descended the stairs and found himself in a finished basement with a pool table, a TV, and a couch that looked as though it had been there for decades. It wasn't the most welcoming space, but it was far better than the kind of horror movie basement he'd been imagining.
The fuse box was located in a small storage room - one filled with cobwebs, dirty cans of paint, spray paint bottles, and various other bits of junk a homeowner tends to accumulate over the years - and Reed popped it open and was disappointed to find that everything was in working order.
He took a deep breath and headed back upstairs. The door was shut and Reed's chest tightened as he reached for the handle. It wouldn't budge. The door was locked. Jessica had locked him in the basement.
"Jessica?" he called out while slamming his fist against the door. "This isn't funny!"
Panic gripped Reed. He slammed his fist harder against the door. He worried that it wasn't Jessica that had locked him in the basement. He worried that something horrible had happened.
Reed rushed back downstairs and into the storage room. He grabbed the toolbox he'd seen and flipped it open. He rummaged through the various tools and pulled out a small flat head screwdriver. Reed rushed back up the stairs - tripping once and nearly falling on his face - and slipped the screwdriver into the lock. He breathed a sigh of relief when it proved easy to pick.
"Jessica!" Reed called out as he burst through the door.
"Where are you?" he texted.
Reed heard her phone ding and followed the sound. He saw it sitting on the kitchen counter. One of the drawers was open. A flashlight sat in the drawer along with batteries and other junk.
"Jessica!"
He grabbed her phone and the screen lit up. He saw multiple message bubbles at the bottom. Against his better judgment, Reed entered her passcode - he'd seen her type it in a few times - and pulled up her messages.
Right below his message was one from someone named Michael. Reed tapped the screen. He scrolled up to the first message sent that night.
"It was good to see you tonight. I meant every word I said," Michael texted.
"You were an asshole. You freaked out my boyfriend."
"That guy's not right for you, Jess."
"Yes, he is," she texted. "You're not right for me."
"I know I was on your mind as you ate dinner, Jess. I know you thought about me. I saw it in your eyes before you turned and walked away tonight. I know you were thinking about the things I used to do to you."
"Fuck you."
"I know you miss me, Jess. I know you miss the way I fuck you. I saw it. We both know it's true. Forget your boyfriend. I'm close by. I'll come over. I'll give you what you need. I'll give that pussy of yours what it's been missing since you broke up with me. I'll pound that tight little hole. I'll make you feel good again. I'll make you cum all over my big cock like a good little slut. You're gonna have to suck my dick first, though."
"Please, just stop texting me."
An hour passed before Michael had messaged again. "I'm outside the house. Come out. Come see me. Come get what you've been craving."
Reed hadn't noticed Jessica checking her phone at all that night, but she was clearly doing so while they were together.
"No," she texted back. "Leave, you asshole."
That's where the texts ended. Reed was terrified. It seemed clear that Jessica's ex-boyfriend had lost his mind after seeing her on the street, that he'd resorted to some remarkably extreme behavior in pursuit of her, that he was probably the one that had somehow cut the power, that Jessica was either hiding from him or had been taken by him.
Reed pulled up his phone to call the police and cursed his lack of service and that his shitty provider that couldn't be bothered to cover a mildly remote area of Vermont.
He took a deep breath and considered grabbing a knife to use as a weapon. The flashlight was a better idea, though. It was heavy and blunt and there was little chance of cutting himself with it.
Fear gripped Reed as he moved towards the front door. He stepped out into the dark - the moon had disappeared behind a cloud - and scanned the street. He saw an SUV parked a few houses down. That hadn't been there when they'd driven home.
Reed's heart pounded as he walked towards the SUV. He gripped the flashlight so tightly his hand started to hurt. He was ready to smash a window and beat Jessica's ex if necessary, though Reed had never even come close to getting in a fight and he was reasonably worried he'd end up on the losing end. He had to try, though. He had to save his girlfriend.
The closer he got, the more Reed's legs felt like cement. His heart pounded so hard he got a bit light-headed.
Reed stopped in the street as he heard a noise from the SUV. The world around him disappeared as a deep sense of worry gripped him. Something terrible was happening to Jessica.
He rushed towards the car and raised the flashlight. A hand pressed against the glass of the backseat window. Jessica's hand. Her fingers curled.
A noise reached Reed's ears. At first he mistook it for a cry of agony. Then the fog of fear cleared from his brain as he processed the actual sound.
It was pleasure. It was a moan of pleasure. Jessica's fingers weren't against the window because she was being strangled. They were against the glass because she was lost in the throes of pleasure.
Reed inched closer to the SUV. The muffled sounds got louder. It wasn't just Jessica moaning. It was Michael, too. Jessica hadn't been kidnapped. She'd locked the basement door and left the house voluntarily. She'd come out to her ex-boyfriend's car. She'd told him to fuck off and now she was in his backseat getting fucked.
Reed fell to his knees just a few feet from the car. The sound of his girlfriend having sex with another man filled his head. It was horrifying.
It wasn't just that she was cheating on him. It was that she'd refused to have sex with him for nearly three months and now she was fucking some guy she wasn't even dating. She was happy to let someone else have his way with her body while Reed had been limited to the occasional handjob and lots of make out and groping sessions like he was a fucking teenager.
Reed couldn't move. It was like he was trapped. He couldn't find his dignity, get up, and walk into the house. He couldn't summon the anger to smash the car window with his flashlight. All he could do was sit on his knees and listen to Jessica have sex. Great sex from the sounds of it. Sex like Michael promised he'd give her in those texts he'd sent.
That wasn't the end of the horror, though. It got worse. Much worse.
Reed got turned on. He listened to his girlfriend fuck someone else and he got turned on. He was on his knees on the pavement and he had a fucking boner. He'd gone from the sheer terror of thinking someone had broken into the house to take Jessica to the pure horrifying humiliation of getting stiff while he listened to her take a long, vigorous pounding from someone she'd clearly broken up with months ago, if not longer.
"What the fuck?"
Reed looked up to see a face in the car window. A man's face. Looking down at him.
"What the fuck!" he yelled.
The door opened. The backseat was down. He'd turned the back of his old SUV into something akin to a bed. Jessica was on her back. Her head was turned. She was looking right at Reed. She was topless and he guessed she was bottomless too. He was almost certainly looking at his girlfriend while she had another man's cock inside her.
"Did you lock me in the basement?" he asked.
"Is this your fucking boyfriend?" the guy inside Jessica asked.
She nodded while looking at Reed.
"You know he has a fucking boner," Michael said.
Jessica smiled - though it seemed to Reed that she would have preferred not to - and then she moaned. Her ex was fucking her again. He wasn't the slightest bit put off by the fact that Reed was watching. In fact, he seemed excited.
Reed expected his girlfriend would stop having sex now that he'd discovered her cheating. Surely she would push Michael out of her pussy, get her clothes, and leave the back of his SUV.
She didn't. She closed her eyes and moaned. Michael leaned down and kissed her neck. He took one of her breasts in his hand and squeezed it far harder than Reed ever had. Jessica responded with a moan.
"You like watching, loser?" Michael asked as he looked out at Reed. "You like watching me fuck your girlfriend's pussy?"
Reed shook his head.
Michael laughed. "That boner says otherwise, you little bitch. Why don't you take it out? Why don't you whip that little thing out and beat off while I give your girlfriend what she's been missing."
Reed wanted Jessica to do something. To act like she was upset. To act like she wasn't in the throes of the best sex of her life. She did no such thing, though.
Then Michael stopped thrusting. He released her breast from his grasp. Jessica opened her eyes and stared up at him.
"You want more dick?" he asked.
She nodded.
"Then tell your boyfriend he's a fucking loser," Michael said.
"I can't. I like him, Michael. He's a good guy."
"You're getting fucked in front of him, Jess. You know he's watching and you didn't tell me to pull out. In fact, you want me to fuck you even more. You want me to fuck you like a good little slut. You want me to make you cum all over my cock."
Jessica moaned and ran her hands down Michael's back. Reed couldn't see what she was doing, but he imagined his girlfriend trying to pull the other man's cock deep into her pussy.
"Say it and I'll fuck you."
Jessica turned to Reed. There was a pained look on her face before she said, "You're a fucking loser, Reed."
She moaned a moment later. Michael was fucking her again. He was giving her what she wanted.
Reed's cock throbbed. He was horrified. He was humiliated. He was humbled.
"Tell him to jerk off onto the pavement," Michael instructed. "Tell him or I'll stop fucking you. I'll pull out and cum on your tits and I won't let you cum."
Jessica turned to Reed once more. This time she was being fucked, so there was no pained look. There was just pleasure.
"Reed, please, jerk off onto the street. Please, just do it. Just do it and I promise I'll let you fuck me later. I'll let you fuck me tomorrow, too. I will. Please. I just...I need what Michael can give me. I need to cum on his cock. Please...I know this is awful, but please, just jerk off and cum on the street."
Despite the horror of it, Reed unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He stroked as Michael fucked Jessica harder. She smiled and then turned towards the man inside her.
"Fuck me. Fuck me hard, Michael. Give my pussy what it needs."
Michael reached up and slipped two fingers into her mouth. She moaned around them and sucked like he clearly wanted her to. He smiled and turned towards Reed, who stared at his girlfriend's mouth as she sucked like she was in her happy place.
"Cum, you pathetic little bitch," Michael said. "Cum and then lick your fucking load off the street."
Reed came as humiliation coursed through him. He couldn't keep his eyes open because the orgasm was so fucking intense. He heard Jessica cum, too. He heard her have a screaming orgasm with another man's cock inside her and he heard her do so around the fingers in her mouth.
Reed's orgasm finished and he looked up to see Michael cumming all over Jessica's tits. She held them together for him, which Reed imagined was something she'd done numerous times before.
"Feed it to him," Michael said as he climbed off of her.
Jessica crawled out of the car and dropped to her knees in front of Reed. She put a hand on the back of his head and guided his mouth to her breast. He could have resisted. He should have. He didn't, though. He wasn't sure why, but he didn't. He licked another man's hot cum off her tits. He sucked it up. He swallowed it. He humiliated himself for reasons he didn't understand.
"Now lick your cum off the pavement," Jessica said softly. "He won't fuck me again if you don't."
She backed up and Reed fell forward. He completed his humiliation by licking up his cum. He heard Michael laughing while he did it.
When he was finished, Reed sat up and tucked his cock back into his pants. Jessica was already dressed and so was Michael.
"Let's go check out this house you rented," Michael said as he put his arm around Jessica and walked away. "Oh, and I'll be sure to turn the power back on."
Reed turned and watched them walk towards the house. The house he'd rented. The house he'd planned on having sex with his girlfriend in. Clearly his plans had changed.
The only question was whether he'd follow them into the house to continue his night of horrifying humiliation. He didn't have to. He could get in his car and leave.
He didn't, though.
Comments
Jack
hot warmup for halloween night.. being cucked by two impossible women.. the wife and step daughter.. cheers..
