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Freaky Thangs	By : Beaverhausen13 Category: 1 through F > Friday the 13th: The Series Views: 584 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Friday the 13th or these guys and I do not get paid. The End.

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I spend the rest of the night trailing DeJager. I find her in a registry at the fifth budget motel that I check under one of her aliases and snag a room for myself. I have a restless night tossing and turning on a lumpy motel mattress, heartbroken beyond belief and frustratingly horny. I feel a cavernous hole in my chest with the grief of her anger at me.
It’s a lot to try to stand and maintain my focus. I do my best though, checking out early in the a.m. and tracking DeJager’s movements when she leaves the motel. Most of my day, I follow her as she bops about the artsy bohemian district of our fair city, managing to finally overhear her reserve airline tickets to Europe.
I call the store and am thankful and relieved that Micki picks up. I tell her what’s going on and she cuts me off, telling me to drop the shard hunt because J.B. is in grave danger. Of course, Lewis, Satanists, and a cursed child’s coffin is in this mix, and J.B.’s story about the ghost friend is very, horrifyingly real. Micki gives me the address before rushing over there herself on foot.
It takes me longer than I would like, because I am all the way across town, but I finally make it to the abandoned house and find Micki with a bruised back and J.B. more injured than I’d like, but at least he’s alive. We get them both checked out at the E.R. and J.B.’s injured leg stabilized and supported by a set of crutches until his bones heal. I feel like an ass for not believing him. I should know better; I’ve got enough experience in the fantastic and should have a more open mind than the one I showed him. We get him posted up in our bed back home and he passes out quickly. Both he and Micki walked away from their hospital visit with pain killers, for obvious reasons.
Micki and I return to Ricky’s house and secure the coffin on top of the Hearse with bungee cords, heading back and carrying the coffin together down the steps and into the vault. We haven’t made anything more than small talk since I rescued them from that haunted basement. I’m reticent to confront the idea that she might want to put an end to our bliss, so I’m not making any sudden moves. We set the coffin in a back corner of the vault and both watch in horror as the heavy doors shut and lock.
“Just fucking great.” I exasperate as we both rush to the doors and confirm that we’re locked in here.
Micki pushes fruitlessly at one of the handles, “You gonna blame me for this too, Ryan?” She huffs, giving up and leaning her back against the door in defeat.
I release my own attempts at the doors and run my hands through my hair, “I am so sorry for even implying that. I was plenty at fault for the whole mess with the shard. If I could control my hunger for you better…I just…fucking hate when you’re mad at me. Please let me know what I can do to make it up to you.”
Her gorgeous expression melts into a resigned adoration, “Kiss me.”
My mouth can’t land on hers fast enough. Feeling the blessing of forgiveness in her kiss causes every cell in my body to relax in my relief. She still loves me. We’re going to be just fine. I know that personally, I just love her more and more every second. My hands explore the physical terrain of art that is her heavenly body as I continue to kiss her urgently against the vault doors. Her delicate, manicured hands roam over my own body in response, our tongues sliding together in a nicely thrilling way. Micki has the softest tongue. Like the rest of her, it reminds me tactily of a baby kitten. I break our kiss, my nose nuzzling her face, “I could barely sleep last night without you. I’m sorry I depend on you so much.” I admit, a hand creeping under her maroon sweater to caress one of the treasures that are her breasts.
“I couldn’t sleep either.” Micki whispers back, a hand trailing and grasping my pants bulge, “I cried most of the night, full disclosure. It’s not right for me to be mad at you for something I’m just as guilty of. I need you just as much, and love you more than that.”
She might have wanted to keep going with her words, but my need to have my mouth on hers forces her sounds into the limitations of muffled moaning. The way we kiss is equal to a kind of euphoric alchemy. So much energy is generated from it that I’m borderline vibrating. I kiss down her neck and begin to chant a litany of ‘I love you’s into the side of her neck’s silky flesh, my breast caress intensifying under her sweater as I feel her fingers work expertly at the fly of my jeans. She’s gotten really good at that now, almost Guinness Book of Records level with the skill and speed she rids me of my pants.
This prompts me to kiss my way down the front of her, that amazing, gorgeous scent getting stronger as I work to tug off her pants after she kicks her shoes off. Her auburn curls hypnotize me as they shine a bit with her tasty tastiness.
There is nothing more beauteous or perfect than her mystical vagina.
“No no, Ryan. Do that later. I need you inside of me, *now*.” Her breathy, generously sexy command drives me to action, standing and lifting her with me with her thighs around my waist.
I’ve got my cock poised against her heat when I remember the bruise on her back, “This isn’t going to hurt your back?” My question reveals my concern in our kiss, but I can’t stop kissing her. My need has completely taken over.
Micki’s arms rest a lot of her weight on my shoulders, her fingers tangling in my hairdo and pulling my head in to kiss me and transmit her own desire, “Two codeine. I won’t feel it at all. But I am desperate to feel your big, handsome cock inside of me. Please.”
Gentle fucking Jesus. My cock sings the Hallelujah Chorus as it eases inside of her and comes home.
Four months later, and the sensation of entry into her Better-than-Heaven still fucking stuns me with erotic dizziness. I know she said the pain pills are numbing her pain, but I still thrust into her with a little more care and deliberation than what is my custom. Still feels very much like surpassing perfection inside her, “Every time. Tight and delicious.” I awe into her mouth.
Our hips grind together at the hilt of my thrusts, velvet walls embracing my cock in the tightest of electric hugs, our kiss matching the energy of the eternal wonderful of our lovemaking. Cherish doesn’t even begin to start with her. Micki bites and tugs at my top lip as I thrust her upwards against the door, her hips making slight circles in full connection. “Thank you. Nothing feels as amazing as you and your beautiful cock inside me.”
Those words she just uttered into our latest kiss obliterates my caution and my thrusts get hard and fast with a quickness. My God. Micki is a glowing eternity of brilliant, pleasurable nirvana. When the rumbles of her orgasms start their continuous dance around my ecstatic cock and her vision of a face blesses me with that gorgeous ‘O’ expression into our kisses, I feel like I’m high-fiving Jesus Christ himself. I’m keeping my pacing to just under full jackhammer as her thighs grip and tremble around my waist and her vagina grips and trembles around my happily returned to its home penis; bathing in the generous, warm arousal that soaks our joined hips and makes a slow river which creeps down my legs. The scent is akin to angel choruses all on its own. It’s got me wondering how aware of how much of a gift she should know that she is.
Her fingers massage my scalp with the slight scratch of her manicure, assisting in the power of the head tingle that amplifies with each outstanding thrust into her phenomenon of a body. The addictive quality of her kisses makes it near impossible not to engage when I’m inside. I’ve got her suspended against the door with a pretty firm grip on the back of her thighs around my waist, spurned into light massaging with every thrust to the hilt, her body sliding upward against the door a little more each time. Our hips do marvelous things together, joining with grace and beauty in a dance that rivals Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire. Micki, of course, has reached that point where she’s not going to stop coming until I do. I have relentless awe for *how* multi-orgasmic she is. Even now, the fact knocks me sideways and makes nothing but sense all at once. She did reveal that her climaxes are way more frequent and powerful with me than anyone else she’s been with. The thought of that sent me then just as much as it does recalling it now.
I kick up my intensity a little more without making the pacing any faster, relishing the feeling of her warm, cozy home, her body quaking against mine as her orgasms erupt from her. There’s a deep, old magic that gets tapped in her endless, tight, and downy vibrations onto my cock buried in her mystic. I truly fucking believe that. I’m overwhelmed with the goodness that radiates from her welcome scent, the river of arousal having made it to my knees and continuing to meander slowly down. We’re so wet now our full connection is accompanied by muted splashing sounds. I savor the feeling of the act for a good long while until I can deny the impending no longer. I break our kiss, gazing at her enchantingly beautiful expression of release as my own violent vibrations take over. “I love you.” I say with tender, shaky gratitude, detonating the pleasure bomb that explodes in me as my climax shows itself with gangbusters. The sheer power of my orgasms with Micki equates to a roundhouse kick by Chuck Norris. This alone inspires endless wonder.
Micki is responding with her own litany of ‘I love you’s as our mutual pleasure blends together in the best way. This orgasm is long, and strong, taking it’s time in melting every part of me. I slow to a stop after it finally slips away, my ragged breath heavy against her still trembling shoulder.
We’re almost too woozy with post orgasmic delirium to see that the vault doors have cracked open when I get her back on her feet. She notices before I do and infects me with her amused laughter. “Fucking our way out of the vault? Who knew?” Micki cracks between giggles.
We gather our pants and shoes quickly and make our escape before those doors decide to play any more pranks.
Well, at least we know a neat trick to escape if we ever get locked in the vault again.
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