While the slumber party continued, Peyton met Desmond in the backyard and planted a passionate kiss on him.
“Let’s use the tent?” he suggested, talking about Danielle’s little brother’s sleeping tent.
“Cool. Never fucked in a tent before,” a gleeful Peyton confessed. She seductively smiled at her boyfriend and led the way to the tent.
Shortly after zipping the tent up, the horny love birds began passionately kissing and roaming their hands all over each other’s bodies. Desmond seized a handful of Peyton’s shapely round ass and squeezed. The gorgeous blond took off her top and tossed it aside revealing her scrumptious breasts encased in a pink lace bra. Desmond bent his head down and kissed the tops of her milky-white tits while his large hands undid the snaps to her bra.
The bra fell off divulging Peyton’s large perky C cups and Desmond’s lips immediately latched onto one of her big cherry nipples. He alternated back and forth between her young boobs, licking, biting, and sucking both nipples to harder than granite peaks.
While her boyfriend feasted on her supple bosoms, Peyton loosened her jeans and after a few minutes of oral attention on her beautiful flesh mounds, Desmond kissed his way down her flat toned stomach and helped his sexy girlfriend out of her jeans and pink g-string all in one fluid motion leaving her just in a pair of grey socks. Her pussy was covered in a neatly trimmed brown bush and Desmond wasted no time in sliding one of his meaty fingers inside.
“Ohhhhhh,” Peyton moaned as her man finger-fucked her tight wet cooch and his lips resumed their attack her spiked nipples.
John Peterson had a front-row seat for the action but unfortunately, his telescope and video camera didn’t come with x-ray vision.
“Rats!” he muttered with his hand full of his hard cock.
John looked up from the telescope and for a brief few seconds saw the grotesque face of a tall man standing behind him through the reflection of the window.
“Who the fuck is you?”
Without warning, Randall Yates lodged his large cooking knife into Mr. Peterson’s spinal column and then grabbed the back of his head and made his left eye eat the eyepiece of his telescope, killing the old perverted instantly. The mass murderer pulled Peterson’s cranium off the telescope and looked through the bloody eyepiece at Danielle, Mary, and Lana watching a horror movie and then turned his attention over to the rocking tent.
“OHHHH GOD, give me that big hard black cock, baby! Ohhhhhhhh fucccccck!!” Peyton loudly roared as Desmond pumped his black 8 ½ inches of meaty raw schlong inside her hot taut pussy doggy-style. His muscular torso was pressed on her sweaty back while his strong arms hugged her waist. He ferociously slammed his pelvic against her round booty, making it jiggling on every impact, and fed the entire length of his rock-hard member to her sopping tight twat. Her pale titties wildly bounced below and Desmond moved his hands upwards to hold and squeeze them.
“Is this what you wanted, huh? You want this big black dick inside your pussy?” Desmond taunted, pulling his body up and grabbing Peyton’s long blonde hair, tugging it back as he fucked the shit out of his girlfriend.
“YEESSSSSSSSSSS! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh GODDDDDD!! AHHHHHHHHH FUCCCCCCCCK!!”
Back inside the slumber party, the TV volume was turned up loud enough to drown out the loud raunchy sex outside in the backyard, but Lana was too focus on what Peyton was doing to enjoy the movie.
Mary looked over at her worrisome friend and then momentarily glanced over to Mr. Peterson’s house where she saw a statuesque outline of a lofty man with half of his face disfigured.
“Ah fuck!” she loudly gasped.
“You okay Mary? Do you want to continue the movie?” Danielle asked.
“I-I thought, I thought I saw s-s-someone next door,” she stuttered with fear trembling in her voice.
“Probably Mr. Peterson? I mean, you know he’s a big pervert,” Danielle reiterated and looked over at Mr. Peterson’s bedroom window and saw nothing suspicious.
“But it wasn’t him that I saw… I think,” Mary replied with some doubt.
“Should we call the police?” Lana asked.
“No. I guarantee the entire station is empty looking for that maniac Yates. Mr. Peterson maybe a giant perv, but he’s harmless,” Danielle ensured.
“In any case, I’m going to go check on Peyton. Her 15 minutes were up 15 minutes ago,” said Lana.
“Are you sure?” Mary asked worried about her friend’s emotions.
Lana sighed. “Yeah… Be back in a bit and I mean it,” she chuckled and left out of the bedroom.
Danielle and Mary watched her leave the room when Danielle asked, “What was that all about?” to Mary.
Inside Mr. Peterson’s garage filled with gardening and lawn tools, Randall Yates picked up a brush cutter. The only good ear he had left perked up to the sounds of Peyton moaning and begging for her boyfriend’s cock.
“Ohhhhhhhh yeeeeeah! Ohhhhh godddd! Fuck me harder! Ughhhhhhh fuck! Make me cum, baby! Make me cum with the big dick!” the petite busty captain of the volleyball team cried out in utter lust. She was on her back with her sock-covered feet over Desmond’s shoulders as he drove the entire meaty slab of ridge hard cock balls-deep inside her dripping wet snatch.
“OH yeah, baby. I love your pussy. Oh yeah,” Desmond moaned, dropping her long silky legs to his sides and collapsing the full weight of his brawny frame on top of hers.
Peyton instantly wrapped her legs around his waist as she became immersed by intense waves of orgasms that rocked her body to the core.
“I’m cumming, baby! Ohhhh fuck, I’m cumming! OHHHHHHHHHHH – MYYYYYYYYYY– GODDDDDDDDDDDDD!!!”
As she climaxed, the sound of a brush cutter started up outside the tent by a shadowy figure. The sharp blades cut through the top of the tent and Peyton let out a blood-curdling scream matching the blood-curdling scream from the horror movie Danielle and Mary were watching. The blades descended into Desmond’s back, shedding through his flesh and bones, causing the dead weight of his frame to convulse on top of Peyton as she screamed and sobbed for her life.
With blood splattering all over the walls of the tent, the brush cutter ripped through Desmond’s muscle-bound body and started cutting into Peyton’s torso. Blood spewed from her mouth and tears streamed down her face as Randall Yates ripped her insides to sheds with the brush cutter, having gruesomely killed the young couple.
Lana finally made her way to the backyard after a pit stop to the bathroom. She noticed the shredded tent had fallen over the top of Peyton’s and Desmond’s bodies. Only their sock-covered feet stuck out as she approached them.
“Hey, you guys. I see you brought down the whole damn tent,” she joked. “I bet the whole neighborhood heard you guys. Now that you got that out of your system, we really should be heading back to the slumber party, Pey…” Lana stopped talking as shock set in, discovering the gruesome bodies of her best friend and Desmond.
“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!” she screamed in horror and began sobbing uncontrollably.
“Did you hear that?” Mary asked Danielle with an uneasy feeling. “Sounded like someone screaming outside.”
“Probably Lana discovering Peyton and Desmond butt ass naked in an awkward position,” Danielle replied.
Confused, traumatized, frightened, and sobbing, Lana’s brain was telling her to run away but her feet weren’t listening. Slowly backing away from the grisly sight, Lane bumped into Randall Yates holding an ax. She gasped while balling in tears for her life as Yates swung the ax with full force and chopped her head off in one clean swing. Blood gushed aimlessly from the stump of Lana’s neck as the body hit the ground. Her head went flying into the bushes.
While Lana met her violent end, Shane and Eric arrived at Danielle’s house. Once they got outside the F-150 truck, they noticed the suspicious tatted RV camper and patrol car parked in front.
“Well, that’s odd. Cop car but no cop?” Shane noticed.
In Danielle’s room, she and Mary were snuggling together watching the scary movie when suddenly the power in the house went out.
“What the hell?” Danielle angrily reacted. Then the doorbell rang spooking both of them.
“It could be the electrician,” Mary implied.
“Then he’s pretty fast,” Danielle responded.
Danielle dressed in her pajamas and Mary dressed in a long pink tee and blue boy shorts, made their way downstairs using the flashlight mode in their cell phones. Danielle had in her other hand her marching band baton.
“Okay, Mary. When I count to three, you open the door. Ready? 1…2…3!”
Mary opened the door as Danielle was ready to attack but stopped short when she realized it was Eric and Shane.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! It’s just us,” Eric pleaded.
“Oh my god, what are you doing here?” Danielle asked.
“I came to see you. We need to talk about that kiss,” Eric said, reminding Danielle why they broke up in the first place.
While that was happening, Shane was eyeballing Mary. She was single, shy, and a bit of a bookworm, but Shane was up for the challenge.
“Can we come in?” Eric politely asked.
“Fine, but only if one of you can restore the power to the house,” Danielle explained.
“Don’t worry, I got it covered,” Shane volunteered. “But I could use a little assist of the female persuasion?” He glanced over at Mary
Danielle looked at Mary and nodded her head to go with Shane.
“Fine,” Mary answered in a not so caring manner.
“The fuse box is in the garage so you’ll have to go through the side door through the kitchen,” Danielle pointed out. “And if you happen to see Peyton and Lana, please bring them back to the party. The guys aren’t staying long.”
The guys entered the dark house. Shane followed Mary to the garage leaving Danielle and Eric alone…
The San Diego Police Department responded to dispatch about a security guard from the San Diego High School failing to check in with his boss. His wife had called his boss asking about his whereabouts. A patrol car scouting the area for mass murderer Randall Yates discovered the appalling brutal crime scene that happened in the school parking lot. Sheriff Sutton and his men rushed to the scene and confirmed they were murdered by Yates’s hands.
“Son of a bitch,” said the frustrated Sheriff. “We’re constantly 2 steps behind this dumb murderous bastard. Do we know the name of the other victim? Any witnesses?” he asked his Deputy Harris.
Deputy Harris called over a tech officer with a laptop to show security footage captured from the parking lot surveillance camera. It showed Randall Yates killing Jeff the security guard and then walking around to the other side of the car where he viciously murdered Jodie Comer, the volleyball coach.
“No witnesses but moments later after the killings, three females show up in the parking lot. One of them took a look inside the car but doesn’t appear to be frightened, perhaps not knowing they were dead from the positioning of their bodies and then a mustang believed to be silver arrives and all three females get inside. Another camera captures an RV camper driving off just as the mustang leaves the parking lot,” Deputy Harris explained
“That gotta be Yates,” confidently said the Sheriff. “Can we get a license’s plate on that RV or mustang?”
“The video is too dark and grimy. Might take a couple of hours to clean up the video footage to get a clear reading on both license plates,” the tech officer explained.
“Get to work. If we don’t find that maniac Yates, I’m afraid those young ladies are in serious trouble…”
Back in Carroll’s Grove at Danielle’s house, she and Eric stood in the middle of the dim-lighted living room for an awkward couple of minutes before Danielle broke the ice.
“You said you wanted to talk, so talk. You have five minutes before I’m throwing you out,” she said in a commanding tone.
Eric moved in and suddenly gave her a long fiery kiss. She resisted for a few seconds, but gave into temptation, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing back. His hands were already at work unbuttoning her pajama top and Danielle let the top slip off her shoulders and to the floor. Her huge bra-encased breasts were squashed up against his chest making Eric moan during their kiss.
She felt his hard-on pressed up against her crotch and worked to get his pants unzipped and unbuckled. Eric threw off his shirt and stepped out of his shoes as Danielle dropped to her knees pulling both his pants and boxers to his ankles. He stepped out of them with his hard and swollen decent-sized cock waggling between his legs, taunting Danielle like a carrot to a racehorse.
She seized his prick and took it in her mouth, stroking her lips up and down the throbbing length of his hard member, bobbing her head precisely back and forth. She had one hand tugging on the root of his hard cock while the other cupped his dangling balls for a massage. Eric quivered and moaned as he ran his fingers through her thick golden-brown hair.
“Oh god, Danielle. Ohhh yeah,” Eric cried in pleasure.
While his best friend was receiving a blowjob from his busty ex in the living room, Shane was alone with Mary in the dark garage looking at the fuse box on the wall.
“Hey Mary, listen… I like you a lot and I know you wouldn’t be interested in a big oaf like me and…” before Shane finished his confession, Mary pushed the big guy up against Danielle’s father’s workbench and planted a kiss on him, catching the young man by surprise.
“Is it true that you have a big penis?” Mary blatantly asked after the unsuspecting the kiss.
“Well, I mean, I’m no John Holmes, but I haven’t gotten any complaints about the size of my dick, I mean, penis,” he confidently replied.
Mary gasped. “Can I see your big penis?” she asked in her angelic voice with an eager expression on her face. “Truth be told, I’ve never seen a real live penis…”
“Uh, okay,” Shane agreed in a dumbfounded tone, looking into Mary’s gorgeous eyes and the wide-bright smile on her face. He hopped up on the workbench and Mary started undoing his jeans.
“Listen… I want to lose my virginity tonight. Is that okay?” Mary asked.
“I will be honored to take your virginity,” Shane replied, smiling from ear to ear.
Mary pulled his pants and underwear down to his ankles and exposed his large flaccid cock.
“Wow! Your dick is really big!” she gasped, marveling at the length and girth of her first penis. She grabbed his big long wiener with both hands, feeling the heaviness in her palms and still in amazement at his huge manly cock. She put her nose up to his shaft and inhaled his masculine scent.
“If you want, you can suck on it. It gets a lot harder,” he suggested.
“I know what a blowjob is. I’m a virgin, but I’m not stupid when it comes to sex,” Mary smartly snapped back. She gave his big dick a swift and steady hand job to get it semi rock hard. She started licking around the big mushroom head of his cock with wild abandonment, then moved her tongue along the sides of his fully extended enormous cock, up and down each side, and then focused her tongue on the sensitive underside causing Shane to repeatedly moan.
Shane had his eyes closed savoring the wet and sloppy lick job Mary was giving his big fat cock until a pair of gardening shears went directly through his eye sockets.
The young virgin took a small portion of his meaty rod between her lips and started sucking when she felt a sudden trickle of blood landing on her, breaking her oral concentration. She looked up and saw the grisly sight of gardening shears plunged in Shane’s eye sockets. Mary became mortified. She let go of Shane’s cock and back away from his corpse only to bump into Randall Yates. She turned around to face the murderous lunatic with overwhelming fear surging through her body and let out a high-pitch scream just as Danielle let out a roaring scream while riding on top of Eric’s cock.
The ex-lovers were hot and sweaty on the floor in Danielle’s living room. She bounced up and down on his throbbing hard member while his hands were groping and massaging her irresistibly massive fun-bags.
“Oh my god, Eric… Oh my god,” Danielle moaned, leaning forward to smash her huge knockers into his face.
One of Eric’s favorite things to do when they had sex was motorboating between Danielle’s giant soft titties. After having his face stuffed between her jugs for what felt like an eternity, Eric gave each hefty pound of flesh on her chest a good oral sucking while plunging his rampant cock inside her gooey-wet tight cunt. Danielle’s small erected nipples were extremely sensitive to the touch and the quickest way to make her cum. Her pussy shuddered over his rock-hard manhood as she experienced wave after wave after wave of intense orgasms.
“Ohhhhhhh! Here I cum, here I cum, here I cum, here I CUMMMMMMMMM!!” Danielle cried, pulling up and arching her back during her powerful climaxes.
Meanwhile, her best friend was at the end of the most traumatizing experience of her life as The Night Butcher was mounted on top of Mary and pummeled her beautiful face with his bare knuckled-fists in bloody mincemeat making her unrecognizable. Barely conscious and breathing, Mary quietly sobbed as she knew her life was over.
Randall Yates dragged her unresponsive body over to Danielle’s father’s expensive wood chipper, leaving a blood trail. He revved up the wood chipper and the sharp blades began spinning, ready to slice and dice. He picked up Mary’s body like a ragdoll and flung her over his shoulder. Like a lawn dart, Yates tossed her face-first inside the wood chipper, shedding her head down to her waist into pieces of bloody chunks. An abundance of blood and human flesh splattered everywhere. The wood chipper started malfunctioning from being clogged by chunks of flesh and bones.
Back inside the house, Eric left a hefty pool of hot sticky cum in Danielle’s immaculate cleavage from the relentless pounding he gave massive soft knockers until he reached his epic sexual peak. After the unanticipated sex, the two former lovebirds cuddled on the floor wrapped in a sheet until Danielle realized that none of her friends mistakenly walked in and the electricity was still out.
“Why is the power still out? Where is Peyton, Mary, or Lana? And I swore I heard my father’s wood chipper going off in the garage. What the hell is going on?” she asked with an uneasy feeling surging through her body. She reached over to check her cell phone and received no calls or texts from her missing friends.
“Yeah… Shane hasn’t returned either,” said Eric, as he stood up and started getting dress. “Stay here and I’ll go look for everyone.” After throwing on his tank top, jeans, and shoes, Eric headed towards the garage to investigate their missing friends.
Back in the high school parking lot, the Sheriff and his police squad were trying to figure out their next move when a call came in from the forensics team about the missing camper and the two dead bodies.
“The decease victims are Phillip and Debra Stevenson. They were owners of a 2005 RV camper. Get the word out on the model and license plate,” the Sheriff ordered.
“Sheriff Sutton! Sheriff Sutton!” an officer called out in urgency as he ran over to the Sheriff. “Dispatch received a call from a patrol car in the Carroll’s Grove community. His call was cut short before he could give dispatch his location on a suspicious vehicle. It was Officer Jake Cole who made the call.”
“Carroll’s Grove, Carroll’s Grove. Why does that community sound familiar,” the Sheriff asked himself.
“Doesn’t Eric’s girlfriend live in Carroll’s Grove I thought I heard you mention one time?” Deputy Harris answered.
“And knowing my son the way that I do…shit.” Sheriff Sutton pulled out his cell phone and speed-dialed his son. Eric’s cell was ringing on the couch in Danielle’s living room until it went straight to voicemail.
“Shit. He’s not answering,” he said. His phone then rung and it was his wife. He answered to her being worried about their son’s whereabouts. Sheriff Sutton promised to find their son and bring him home. “Get every available unit to Carroll’s Grove, now!”
The street of Carroll’s Grove was dark and deserted with no signs of life thanks to the psychotic mass murderer on the rampage. An officer was dead inside his vehicle and a 70-year-old man met his untimely fate inside his bedroom. It started thundering and lightning which startled Danielle as she attempted to call her friends and got nothing but voicemails.
“Fuck. Where the hell are you guys?” she questioned herself. She put her phone down and grabbed Eric’s blue and black checkered flannel shirt and threw it on. She then headed upstairs to go clean up before joining Eric on the search for her friends.
Eric was in the garage and saw no signs of his best friend Shane and Mary, but he spotted the fuse box on the side of the wall near the garage door. As he walked over to the fuse box, he nearly fell slipping on a wet substance but caught his balance.
“What the fuck,” he exclaimed.
Eric hit the switch turning the power back on to the house. He looked down on the ground to see multiple trails of blood. He kneeled to get a closer look.
“Is this blood?” he questioned and dripped his fingers into the red substance. “Holy shit,” came out of his mouth while looking at the blood on the tip of his fingers.
He began to panic which caused him to hyperventilate. He quickly stood and to his horrifying surprised, he looked up and saw Shane hanging down the ceiling of the garage with a water hose tied around his neck and gardening shears in place of his eyes.
“W-WHAT THE F-FUCK?!?!” shouted the stuttering and struck with fear Eric. He got up and slipped on the pool of blood, falling, bruising his rib, and hitting his head on the ground. Eric regained consciousness after a couple of minutes. His vision was a bit hazy and gaining his full sight he saw Mary’s legs and feet sticking out from the wood chipper and that turned him ghostly pale. “HOOOOLY FUCCCCCCCCK!!”
The power came back inside the house while Danielle was in the bathroom cleaning up. She was using a candle to see in the mirror.
“Finally,” she said relieved. She hunched over the bathroom sink to splash water on her face. Unbeknownst to the busty buxom due to the loud water, her cell phone started ringing from Eric’s father, but it was next to his son’s phone downstairs.
Danielle grabbed a towel to dry her face and then opened her eyes as lightning flashed outside. From his reflection in the mirror, Danielle was nearly startled to death by Randall Yates as he stood behind her. She screamed and inadvertently knocked the candle onto the ground. The rug next to the tub caught fire.
Randall stalked towards Danielle in the burning bathroom as she scrambled to find something to defend herself. Grabbing a bottle of hairspray, she sprayed The Night Butcher in the face and momentarily blinded him so she could make a daring escape.
Wearing only her ex-boyfriend’s flannel and a pair of panties, Danielle attempted to push pass Yates only for his hand to reach out and snatch the big-tittied girl by her hair and dropped her to the floor. She screamed, kicking her legs trying to free herself from his clutches.
“Let me go, asshole! Get the fuck off me!”
Randall answered her demand and tossed Danielle through a wooden door leading into her brother’s bedroom. He stalked towards Danielle and even after being thrown through the wooden door, the busty beauty crawled her way out of the wooden pieces trying to escape the deranged murderer.
“Back the fuck off her, freak!” Eric yelled as he took a crowbar he found in Danielle’s garage and nailed Randall in the head, knocking the psycho killer to the ground. “And this is for Shane,” he announced while delivering another blow with the crowbar. “And this is for Mary, you sick freak,” delivering another hit to Yates’s head.
“Mary?” Danielle muttered and started sobbing. Eric went over to his ex and embraced her with a comforting hug. “That bastard killed Mary?”
“Let’s get the fuck out of here and call my dad and tell him we got…” his words were cut off by the hook end of a crowbar thrust into the back of his head.
“ERICCCCCCC!!” a heavily sobbing and frighten Danielle screamed as she crawled away from Randall Yates holding Eric’s body off the ground by the crowbar in the back of his head.“STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! LEAVE HIM ALONE!!” she screamed.
Ignoring her, Randall lifted Eric in the overhead gorilla press position and tossed him out the bedroom window. His body went hurling onto Mr. Peterson’s wooden fence below, impaling his body onto one of the large wooden pieces.
Danielle looked outside and let out a blood-curdling scream viewing the grotesque scene of her former boyfriend with a large wooden board impaled through his body. She quickly ran out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. She ran into the kitchen, scrambling to find a knife to defend her.
Shortly after Randall was standing in the kitchen doorway and forced the scared shitless Danielle to run outside into the pouring heavy rain. Once outside she regrettably saw the dead bodies of two best friends Lana, Peyton, and Peyton’s boyfriend Desmond piled on top of each other. She let out another scream as Yates stood behind her with malice in his eyes.
Improvising, Danielle grabbed a lantern hanging from the patio and threw it into the mass murderer’s face giving her some much needed time to escape. He let out a primal grunt, swinging his large knife around wildly trying to cut anything near him.
Danielle ran and tripped a couple of times in deep mud puddles trying to escape. She, unfortunately, twisted her ankle on the last fall but stood and limped her way to the front of the house continuing to cry and scream for help while amid the terrible thunderstorm. She managed to carelessly limp into the middle of the street and like a deer caught in headlights, she frozen as a police car came to a screeching halt and thumped her onto the street.
“Oh shit,” shouted Deputy Harris as he got out of the police car to check on Danielle, hoping she’s still alive.
Sheriff Sutton got out of the police car to see The Night Butcher Randall Yates standing in the middle of the street in the pouring heavy rain wielding a large kitchen knife. Out of the corner of his eye, Sutton spotted a corpse skewered on the wooden fence. He immediately knew it was Eric from his son’s sneakers. He fought back his tears of grief and turned his brief mourning into anger.
Several police officers got out of their vehicles with 9mms, shotguns, and fully loaded automatic rifles aimed at the murderous Randall Yates.
Without fear, Randall Yates charged with homicidal intentions towards Deputy Harris while he shielded a still breathing Danielle.
“LIGHT THAT SICK SON OF A BITCH UP!” Sheriff Sutton shouted, ordering his entire police unit to open fire. He had his gun out and fired the first shots at the convicted mass murderer.
It was like an old fashion firing squad as every police officer opened fire and pumped bullets into the hideous killer known as The Night Butcher…