Chapter 14

“Fuck, that’s tight! But nice and wet ... damn, girl! You’ve been holding out on me!” I teased Melanie as she rode me harder and harder with each stroke.

There were some moments when I feared that she’d break my cock for a second. Luckily, before that might even be a risk, she squirted all over me and tightened up on me with such a vise-like grip that I exploded inside her twat. Pulling off me, Melanie leaned in for a deep tongue kiss and I was happy to give it to her. There was real passion, no doubt of that.

“Alright, babe ... was that worth this trouble and drama? I know that guys don’t care much for a lot of fuss and bother. Maximum efficiency. But I made it worth your time, right?” Melanie asked me, a pleading look on her face.

“Sure, but clearly you lost patience as much as I did!” I teased her, making her blush a bit.

“Touche, that I did!” Melanie agreed, “on the other hand, I wanted to save it for my most fertile moment. Yep, honey, you’ve just sired a COVID baby!”

“Guess we’ll really have to get hitched now!” I taunted her with a swat.

“Yes, but on the bright side ... I’m Catholic. There is no divorce. You’ll never have to worry about me taking you to the cleaners. Besides, I’m not exactly poor myself,” Melanie giggled as she put a blank DVD into our DVD/Blu-ray player.

“What’s this?” I wondered, but she put a finger to my lips.

The other girls surrounded me and began kissing my flesh while we watched, every last one of them focusing their affections on me right then. Melanie rested her head on my lap and then repeatedly kissed my genitals as I sat on the floor in front of the TV. Paige kissed my upper back. Janine kissed my neck. Heather kissed my chest. Becca kept kissing my feet, which was very awkward, somehow more than any of the other incestuous things that we did so far.

Of all movies to watch, it was a crazy Christian “apocalypse” film called “A Distant Thunder” or something crazy like that. It was worse than the cheesiest horror films ever made, something that wouldn’t even rate a drive-in double feature back in the old days. It wasn’t even worthy of Steve Reeves. Why Melanie wanted to watch this bizarre, poorly produced, low-quality “end times” movie, I had no idea, but I had to admit that the actresses were cute ... at least back then, in those hippie clothes and such.

The weirdest part was that one of the “villains,” the girl named Sandy, was admittedly one of the most attractive girls in the cast. The main, “Patty”, character wasn’t bad-looking, either, but I preferred curls at least a little over straight hair. The ominous music at least wasn’t half-bad, giving a real feeling of dread and fucking with one’s emotions, but damn if it wasn’t horribly acted, scripted, and everything else.

When you can predict that the heroine’s gonna get her head chopped off on a guillotine well before the end, well, it wasn’t much in the way of suspense, was it? I’d apologize for the spoilers, but it’s unlikely that you’d waste your time watching this dumpster fire of a movie, anyway, so, sorry, not sorry. The only thing that I didn’t expect was that they would end on a cliffhanger of sorts, though it was clear that when the sequel happened, Patty would still lose her head for not taking the Mark of the Beast or whatever.

“Jesus Christ, are all Christian films this dumb?” I teased Melanie with a playful swat as we got up later to do ... whatever it was that we would end up doing next.

“Just the corniest ones. I must confess. I mostly watched it because I want to pin Patty down and hate-fuck her ... and then take her head, anyway ... because she was so sexy, but also such a drama queen and whiny bitch! I guarantee you that I’d have taken the Mark, if for no other reason than I could put a few more fundies to the razor ... even if I had to burn in Hell after the fact. Call it spite or whatever, but I’d happily go to Hell just to get to behead a bunch of those wackos! A world without them would be a breath of fresh air, even with a bunch of plagues!” my sister admitted.

“I just wanted to corrupt Wenda or Wendy or whatever her name was ... Like, bitch, you already missed the Rapture. You’re experiencing literal Hell on Earth. Live a little! Grab Patty’s sweet ass, part those cheeks, and rim her ‘til she screams your name! Same thing with Sandy. They should have tag-teamed Wenda. Patty and Sandy, that is ... maybe have Jerry and Diane join in the fun. But that’s my dirty mind for you!” Heather laughed, “you know how I am! Especially YOU, studmuffin!”