An Unexpected Invitation
“First of all, this is not true in any way, shape or form. Second of all, Alexis is 18.”
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The barn was unusually quiet for a Saturday, especially since it was a beautiful day. Ann Romney didn’t mind however, she liked to have the ring to herself when she rode her horses and the quiet made the barn very peaceful. As she walked towards the feed room the only sounds she heard were the click of her boots on the concrete floor and the sound of horses munching contentedly on their hay. She opened the door and flicked on the light, illuminated the interior of the room. Seeing the bins with her horses’ names on it, she placed the new supplements she had gotten for them inside. The sound of the door opening behind her caused her to startle. She spun around and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw who it was.
“Hi Ann,” Alexis said as she came into the feed room.
“Alexis, you scared me,” Ann said with a chuckle, placing her hand over her heart.
“I’m sorry. So, how were the horses today?” Alexis inquired, opening the feed bin to set up grain for the nighttime feeding. Alexis was and worked at the barn, taking care of the horses for the boarders. She took the job when she was 17 at the beginning of her junior year in high school and was now 18, legal, much to her excitement and preparing to graduate. Her and Ann spoke often and had a friendly relationship.
“Great, as usual. I have a feeling this season is going to go quite well,” Ann replied. She watched Alexis as she carefully measured out the grain. The whole process looked rather daunting. She decided to stay and talk to the young women. She enjoyed her company. “When do you graduate?” Ann asked.
“June 10. My last day is May 15 though. I’m very excited.”
“That’s great. Yale, right?” Ann inquired.
“Yup,” Alexis answered, very proud of her acceptance to the prestigious Ivy League school. “How’s your husband doing?” Alexis asked. Mitt Romney had campaigned for the Republican Party’s nomination for president, but ultimately lost to John McCain.
“Ah, he’s alright,” Ann began. “You know, he hates to lose. So it’s been tough on him. Especially since he really thought he was going to avenge his father.” Alexis nodded, momentarily stopping what she was doing. “I hate to say it, but I’m kind of glad he didn’t get the nomination. I don’t really like to campaign. I never got a chance to ride and you always have to be on guard. It’s exhausting.”
“That’s understandable,” Alexis replied. There was an awkward silence and Ann turned the other way, looking at something. Alexis continued with the grain for a moment until she heard a muffled sob. She turned around to find Ann with her face in hands, shoulders shaking as she cried. “Ann!” Alexis exclaimed, putting down the grain scooper and walking over to her. “What’s the matter?”
In between her sobs, Ann managed to get it out that Mitt had become extremely irritable since his loss and that after almost forty years of a storybook marriage, things were slowly deteriorating.
“Oh Ann,” Alexis said sympathetically, gently rubbing the older woman’s back.
“He doesn’t pay any attention to me,” Ann sobbed loudly. Alexis tried her best to comfort Ann, but given the fact she had never even been in a relationship, flying blind was an understatement.
“It’ll be alright,” Alexis cooed. “Hold on, let me get you a tissue,” she stated, heading to the bathroom. She quickly returned the feed room and handed Ann a handful of tissues. Smiling through her tears Ann took them, blowing her nose and wiping her eyes.
“Thank you Alexis,” Ann said sincerely as she regained control of herself.
“Oh, don’t worry about it. I understand,” Alexis replied, even though she really didn’t. Ann tossed the tissues into the waste bin and then stepped close to Alexis, wrapping her arms around her and hugging her gently.
“I didn’t mean to burden you with my problems,” Ann whispered into Alexis’s ear. She drew back and looked into the younger women’s face. Alexis smiled warmly.
Before either of them knew what was happening, their lips were pressed together and their hands raced over each other’s bodies. Alexis ran a hand through Ann’s long golden blonde hair while Ann caressed Alexis’s curves. Their tongues determinedly caressed each other. The sound of foot steps outsides caused them to pull apart quickly. Alexis’s breath came fast and Ann’s face was flushed. They looked at one another surprised.
“I’m sorry,” Alexis stuttered awkwardly.
“Don’t be,” Ann whispered. “Please, when you get done, meet me.” Alexis’s eyes widened in shock. Did Ann Romney just proposition her? Alexis had an unhealthy lust for Mitt Romney that somehow had transferred over to his wife. This could not be happening. Ann misinterpreted her expression. Now it was her turn to offer an apology.
“Where should I meet you?” Alexis asked as Ann blushed in embarrassment.
“You’ll come?” Ann asked in shock. Alexis nodded, she couldn’t speak. Ann quickly relayed her address to Alexis and then left, pausing to look at Alexis before she did.
Later on, Alexis pulled into the driveway of the home Ann described. She knew it was the Romney’s home, due to a little stalking she had done previously. Her heart was pounding and her stomach churned due to nerves and anticipation. She stepped out of the car and walked towards the front door, ringing the bell. After a moment, Ann answered it. She had showered and changed into khakis and a pale blue cable knit sweater. She was barefoot, and of course she had a French pedicure. Her smile was warm and inviting and helped to quell Alexis’s fears.
Once inside, Alexis looked around and observed the splendor of the Romney household. Ann led her to the bottom of an elaborate hardwood stair case. She looked searchingly at Alexis. Alexis nodded her head and Ann began to ascend the staircase, Alexis following behind her. Ann led the way down a short hallway and opened the door at the end. They stepped into the large master bedroom. Ann shut the door and turned back towards Alexis, stepping close to her and wrapping her arms around her waist. Alexis cocked her head towards Ann and for the second time that day, their lips met. This time, it was much less frenzied. Alexis’s tongue sought access to Ann’s mouth and then she gently massaged Ann’s tongue with hers. Ann moaned softly while she slid her hands under Alexis’s shirt, cupping her breasts through her bra. Alexis arched her back towards Ann’s touch. She broke the kiss and pulled the sweater over Ann’s head, tossing it aside. She kissed the top of Ann’s breasts while she reached behind her to undo the clasp to the lacey bra. After unclasping it, the lace slid down Ann’s shoulders and fell the floor. Alexis used her hands on Ann’s ample cleavage, massaging her breasts firmly. Ann moaned at Alexis’s touch and breathed in deeply as Alexis kissed her way down her neck, over her collarbone and down to her breasts. Alexis took Ann’s nipple into her mouth, nibbling lightly on it, causing Ann to grab Alexis’s head in excitement. She devoted equal attention to both breasts until Ann’s nipples were fully erect.
Ann pulled Alexis’s head up and kissed her forcefully, struggling to undo her jeans. Finally she succeeded and slid the zipper down and pushed the material down over her hips so it dropped to the floor. Alexis kicked off her shoes and stepped out of the pants, never breaking the kiss. Ann’s hand found its way in between Alexis’s thighs, caressing the smooth skin. Alexis’s legs trembled in excitement as Ann ran a finger over the crotch of her thong underwear. Even through the material, Ann could feel the moisture of Alexis’s arousal. But Alexis pulled her hand away. She began guiding Ann backwards towards the large bed. She pushed Ann back onto it, Ann giggling when she hit the sheets. Alexis stood at the foot of the bed.
“Take your pants off,” Alexis said, barely audible. The tension rose as Ann undid the khakis and pushed them down. Alexis slowly pulled the pants off. Ann lay on the bed wearing only her panties, watching transfixed as Alexis took off all of her clothing. Ann looked her up and down, staring at her breasts and shaved mound. Then Alexis crawled onto the bed, hovering above Ann, surveying her body. She was in remarkable shape. Alexis kissed Ann’s neck, gently sucking and nibbling on the heated skin. Ann wiggled around in pleasure as Alexis began to make her way down Ann’s body, pausing at her breasts, flicking her nipples with her tongue. When she got to her flat stomach, Ann’s muscles began to quiver in anticipation. Alexis slowly kissed her way down until she met the top of Ann’s panties. She stopped and looked up, seeing the pleading look on Ann’s face. Then she took the panties into her hands and slowly drew them down Ann’s legs until Ann could kick them off. Once she did, Ann spread her legs in anticipation. Her center gleamed with her moisture. Alexis wriggled down the bed more and started at her manicured toes, kissed her way up Ann’s legs, Ann panting the closer Alexis drew to her center. Arriving at her firm inner thighs, Alexis herself couldn’t bear the excitement. She gently blew on Ann’s wet slit, causing Ann to groan.
“Please Alexis,” Ann whimpered. Alexis complied, extending her tongue and licking the shaved outer folds of Ann’s center. Ann moaned softly. Alexis placed her hands on Ann’s thighs and Ann bent her knees. Alexis then delved her tongue all the way into Ann’s pussy, tasting her. She began to lap rhythmically, thrusting her tongue in and out of Ann’s center. Ann urged her on, moaning and whimpering, telling her to go at it more forcefully. It was difficult to breathe with her face buried between Ann’s legs, but that certainly was not going to stop her. Ann was drawing closer and closer to orgasm. She was panting and writhing in pleasure, gripping the bed sheets until her knuckles turned white. Alexis gently sucked Ann’s clit into her mouth, causing a scream of delight. She held it in her lips, flicking it over and over again with her tongue.
This was too much for Ann to handle. Her hips thrust upward and wave after wave of mind blowing pleasure ripped through her. Alexis left her clit and thrust her tongue back inside of Ann as she orgasmed. There was a substantial amount of fluid on her face as she came back up to Ann’s level, panting along with Ann. She ran her fingers through it, taking it into her mouth and enjoying the taste of the other woman’s fluid.
There was a faint sweat on Ann’s brow as she savored her orgasm. She looked to Alexis and wrapped her arm around her, yanking her face to hers. Ann extended her tongue and licked her moisture off of Alexis’s face and then she kissed Alexis again, tasting herself. Ann pinned Alexis beneath her, caressing her firmly. Alexis moaned. She was already incredibly aroused just from pleasuring Ann. Ann was determined to reciprocate the pleasure that Alexis gave to her. While she kissed Alexis she slid her hand down in between her legs and thrust two fingers inside of her. Alexis’s pussy was incredibly tight and the muscles gripped her fingers forcefully. Ann began to stroke Alexis in a gentle come hither motion. Alexis broke the kiss and moaned loudly, enjoying the feeling of Ann’s fingers inside of her virgin pussy. But then Ann stopped. She brought her fingers to her mouth and sensually sucked Alexis’s fluid off of them. Then she moved to Alexis’s breasts, using her mouth all over them. Alexis closed her eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Ann’s hot mouth all over her chest. Ann used her mouth on Alexis’s nipples, sucking on them forcefully.
When Alexis opened her eyes, her eyes met someone else’s: Mitt’s. He stood in the doorway, watching transfixed as his wife fondled another woman’s breasts. Alexis tensed immediately, her eyes wild with shock and fear. She tapped Ann on the shoulder. At first Ann didn’t respond, but then she pushed Ann off. Ann looked up at her startled, wondering why she was stopping her. Ann saw the look of terror on Alexis’s face and followed her eyes, turning around to see her husband standing in the doorway to their bedroom. Ann froze.
“What the hell…” Mitt’s voice trailed off. Ann stood, walking towards him.
“Honey, I can explain,” Ann began, taking his hand. He pushed it away and looked at her as if he had never seen her before, a confused look on his face. Alexis watched from the bed, drawing the comforter over her nudity. “Mitt, please, listen to me,” Ann pleaded.
“What are you doing? Who is this?” he asked, looking to Alexis.
“She works at the barn, her name is Alexis. And I don’t know what I’m doing,” Ann started, “But I like it, and I don’t give a damn what you think!” Ann said defiantly. Mitt looked at her in shock.
“You are cheating on me with a teenage GIRL and you expect me to just stand here and watch!” Mitt yelled, his mind finally grasping just what was going on. At this point, Alexis got out of bed with the comforter wrapped around her and began to gather her clothes.
“Don’t move Alexis,” Ann commanded. Alexis stopped and looked at Ann and Mitt. Mitt glared at her angrily. The look on his face was terrifying. But Ann grabbed his chin and turned his face towards hers. “Listen to me. Ever since you lost the nomination you have been treating me like shit. We haven’t had sex in I don’t even know how long. This relationship involves two people, you and me. Maybe if you weren’t so selfish I wouldn’t be doing this right now!”
Mitt shoved Ann into the fine wooden dresser when the words left her mouth. Ann winced in pain and struggled to get away from him.
“You want to fuck Ann?” Mitt asked harshly. Ann made no reply. “Well, we’ll fuck then!” Mitt turned to Alexis. “Go sit over there you little whore,” he said cruelly, pointing an expensive looking loveseat. Alexis did as she was told, as much as she wanted not to. “Leave that!” Mitt instructed, speaking of the comforter.
So Alexis sat exposed on the loveseat as Mitt picked up a wild Ann and carried her to the bed. She was trying to claw him with her long acrylic nails, but was not succeeding. Mitt threw Ann down onto the bed and before she had a chance to move, he dominated her with his weight.
“Get off of me!” she yelled, pushing at his shoulders.
“Sweetheart, sweetheart,” Mitt said condescendingly. Somehow he managed to hold her down with one arm while he undid his pants. The whole struggle had aroused him and his cock was erect by the time he pushed his pants down enough. Then, in one quick thrust, he was inside of his wife. Despite herself, Ann moaned in pleasure. His long, thick cock filled her completely. Mitt wasted no time and began to thrust in and out of his wife, moving his hips in a circular motion. He felt Ann’s resistance fade, as did his anger. He continued to pound into her, the sound of their skin colliding filling the room. Ann clenched his back as he rode her. She watched his face as it softened. His body tensed and he grunted softly as his cock spasmed inside of her, sending week’s worth of warm semen deep within her. She enjoyed the feeling of his eruption and smiled as he rolled off of her. He kicked off his shoes and socks and then his pants and underwear. Ann helped him pull his shirt off.
“That was nice,” Ann remarked, giving him a peck on the lips. Mitt stroked her cheek.
“I’m sorry Ann,” Mitt said. “I have been horrible these past months. Please forgive me.”
“Forgiven,” Ann replied, leaning down and kissing him forcefully. They stopped when they heard the sound of Alexis clearing her throat, making her presence known. Clearly, they had forgotten about her.
“Oh Alexis,” Ann said as she got out of bed and walked towards her. Alexis stood, feeling incredibly awkward. Ann noticed the change in her. “Don’t be shy. Come here.” Ann took her hand and led her to the bed, where Mitt sat up. He scanned her body, lingering at her breasts, and then met her eyes. “This is Mitt,” Ann said matter of factly. Alexis could have laughed.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” Alexis said, extending her hand towards him. He shook it, smiling at her. Alexis could have melted.
“The pleasure’s all mine,” Mitt replied. With a tug he pulled Alexis into the bed. She was caught off guard by this. Ann climbed into the bed on the other side of Alexis, putting her in the middle of husband and wife. Mitt leaned down and kissed her lightly, but Alexis grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his mouth against hers, shoving her tongue inside. Ann watched as her husband and this young woman kissed forcefully. Mitt broke the kiss and looked at her quizzically.
“You don’t even know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Alexis said sheepishly. Mitt and Ann laughed.
“Well then,” Ann said. “Shall we continue where we left off?” Alexis nodded her head in anticipation. This time, Ann focused on one side of her body, while Mitt did the other. They both moved to her breasts, using their hands and mouths on them. Whereas Ann was gentler, Mitt was rough, nipping forcefully at her nipple. She yelped in pain, but she was surprised at how good it felt. It wasn’t long before a surge of moisture was flooding between her legs, in anticipation of whatever my happen next.
Mitt stopped and lay back, letting his wife take control of Alexis’s pleasure. He watched with fascination as Ann kissed her way down Alexis’s body towards her center. Alexis panted uncontrollably, bringing herself to near orgasm just thinking about what was happening to her. The Governor of Massachusetts, once one of People Magazine’s 50 Most Beautiful lay naked beside her and his wife, the image of goodness, was kissing her inner thighs. When Ann lightly flicked her center with her tongue, Alexis let out a loud gasp of pleasure. Ann was encouraged and became bolder, burying her tongue as far inside of the young girl as possible. She flicked her tongue in a forceful rhythmic motion, causing Alexis to grab the back of her head. Alexis could feel Ann’s wet tongue making its way to her clit. When she rapidly flicked it Alexis moaned loudly and clenched her breasts, closing her eyes and taking in the feelings of the utmost pleasure. But as she was nearing orgasm, Ann stopped, crawling on top of Alexis and ramming her tongue into her mouth, forcing Alexis to taste herself. Alexis kissed Ann back with equal intensity, it was a filthy kiss and Mitt watched eagerly, his cock growing by the second. Ann rolled off of Alexis and moved towards Mitt. Alexis followed suit, except she straddled his waist, looking into his eyes as she positioned herself above his massive rod. Holding it in her soft hands, she slowly slid down onto him, gasping in pleasure. Mitt moaned as her tightness enveloped him. She paused for a moment before lifting herself up and down, driving herself down deeper onto him. Alexis was in a state of sheer bliss as she rode the governor while his wife watched. But Ann wasn’t one to miss out on the fun. She smiled at Mitt and then positioned her pussy over his face, facing towards Alexis so that she could watch her fuck her husband.
Mitt’s tongue delved into Ann’s dripping wet center and she groaned as her husband went to work, clenching her firm ass in his hands while he ate her out. Mitt could taste his semen inside of his wife, and despite previous notions that this would be disgusting, he found that he didn’t mind. Alexis reached forward and fondled Ann’s breasts while she grinded on Mitt. She and Ann flicked their tongues against one another as they caressed one another, each enjoying Mitt beneath them. Suddenly, Alexis threw back her head.
“Ohhhhh Mitt,” she screamed as she felt her orgasm begin. Her g-spot was stimulated and fluids surged from her, covering Mitt’s pounding cock. Ann shoved Alexis’s head into her cleavage and Alexis forcefully sucked on Ann’s nipples as the most earth shattering orgasm ripped through her. Ann was brought to orgasm from all of the stimulation and her body trembled and finally, completing the wave of pleasure, Mitt’s seed exploded into Alexis who milked his cock with firm squeezes of her vaginal muscles. When every last drop of his come was inside of her, Alexis dismounted from his cock, snuggling against one side of him while Ann took the other side. They all were breathing heavily, all shocked at what had just taken place. Alexis felt like she had just starred in a pornographic movie. Mitt gently stroked Alexis and Ann’s shoulders, thinking about what to do.
Michael slowly walked towards them, quietly and purposefully.
In the strange limbo of the dream, it seemed he was taking forever to reach them. No matter how far he walked towards them, he never got any closer. Michael felt his rage growing as the man stripped naked, straddled her and began rubbing his cock on her tits. Michael gripped the saw handle tightly, his teeth bared behind the mask.
“She’s a slut Michael,” Laurie told him, keeping pace with him and yet not moving at all, “Look at her…”
The man howled with pleasure, his moans mocking Michael and making his head hurt. Judith was covered with his seed, her body was shiny with it. The mystery man spread her legs and entered her, rapidly pounding her as she screamed out. Michael continued walking, determined to reach them. He licked his lips, only superficially aware of his rapid angry breathing.
“She deserves to die…”
Judith’s eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the orgasm building up from with in her, like a tidal wave gaining size and speed as it crashed towards the beach.
Michael could somehow feel her reaction and was disgusted by it. He wanted to unleash his rage and cut her to ribbons. He wanted to take the saw and stop her, to stop both of them forever. His mind swirled like black storm clouds, ready to release it’s relentless fury on those below.
Judith’s nipples had gone rock hard as she pinched at them and pulled, lost in a primal fury of sexual madness. Strange animal like noises leapt from her throat, her moans becoming screams as she felt the first effects of her orgasm.
“She deserves to die, Michael,” Laurie encouraged him.
His sister screamed as she came hard, her juice exploding out of her pussy in a torrential gush. Her fingernails dug into the mattress and broke off under the strain. She screamed in pain and pleasure as the orgasm crested and then crashed through her. The stranger collapsed on her, his breath short and winded.
Finally, Michael was almost there. He readied himself for the kill.
His footsteps echoed through the morgue.
“He’s the doctor’s son, Michael,” the ghostly specter of Laurie Strode pointed at the man, “Find him, Michael. Find him and kill him…”
Michael cocked his head in recognition.
“Kill them Michael…”
He raised the saw high over his head.
“Make them remember…
He could smell them now, the odor of their sex.
“Kill them all, Michael…”
Michael brought his hand down hard with all his might. Instead of ripping the man’s back open, he sliced nothing but open air. The saw hissed loudly as it completed its journey down. Michael stood back, confused. He saw now that he was still far away from them as they fucked each other, farther away than he had thought.
He hadn’t moved an inch.
Michael was burning with fury.
“Kill them Michael…” Laurie taunted, her face contorted into a hateful laugh.
Then, Michael saw another man enter.
He was over seven feet tall and seemed to be impossibly broad. His clothes were tattered and stained, ruined beyond repair. A stained white hockey mask hid the man’s face. Michael watched this hulking figure tower above his sister and her lover, quietly observing them. He slowly unsheathed a long, broad machete from his worn belt. This newcomer held his stance for a moment, as if though daring Michael to claim his prey.
The masked stranger looked directly at him, challenging him.
Then the blade came down hard.
The machete plunged into the man’s back and through the other side. He sunk down and was pinned to Judith. The blade punctured her sternum and exploded out her backside into the mattress. They both screamed as the tip of the machete poked out through the bottom of the bed and touched the floor. Blood was spurting into the air in a geyser as the two convulsed. The newcomer withdrew his machete as quickly as he had planted it into them, the blade sliding out with a sick slurping sound.
Michael stopped, glaring at the masked intruder.
The stranger lifted the bloody blade and pulled his arm back over his shoulder, ready to throw.
Michael remained still.
“Jason’s trying to take what’s yours, Michael,” the ghost hissed, her eyes glowing red, “Go to Springwood! Go!”
The machete rocketed across the room and caught Michael in the chest, sending him flying backwards. Michael hit the wall and was pinned there, his feet dangling a few feet above the floor. The ceramic tile behind him cracked and splintered from the force of the hit. He looked down at his impaled body, the blood steadily flowing from the wound. Michael grasped the handle of the machete and pulled.
And then he woke up.
“Go to Springwood, Michael!” the wind echoed his dream.
Michael rose to his feet and was grounded in reality again.
It was not safe to leave yet.
Michael knew he would wait until night came. Then he would find a car and steal it. He would go to this place called Springwood and kill the son of the doctor. But he would also find the stranger named Jason and kill him. He did not know how this man had entered his dreams, but it was a violation he could not let go of. He would find him and kill him as he had all the others.
It was his destiny.
Michael Myers reached over to his right and felt around in the dark for a moment. His fingers slide across wet, slimy concrete before grasping his mask. He felt the smooth rubber latex skin and traced the eyeholes with his index finger. The mask had become part of who he was, part of his very being. It was his second skin.
He pulled it on, inhaling the rotted rubber smell and feeling right again.
Not at peace, but simply right.
“…to be continued…”
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