My Final Adventure

It started as a birthday party at Britany's house; my birthday and Britany's. We were born on the same day, but Britany would live past nineteen, I wouldn't.

We got drunk. All of us. It started outside in Britany's parents' backyard as the sun set, Bryce on the bar-b-que and us drinking and being playfully sexual.

Daniel found an old metal rod with a pointed end in the tool shed and walked around with it between his legs, brandishing it like a long steel penis and we laughed as he offered to fuck us with his blue steel cock. I don't know if I was the only girl who wondered how that fuck would feel, but I was curious and that curiosity remained simmering in my body all evening.

After we ate, we played drinking games and laughed and flirted, and when the air got cooler we went inside, all of us crowded into the living room.

Brit's parents wouldn't be back from Italy for another week and we all promised to come back the next day to help her clean up so they'd never know she threw a party.

I was going to be the only one who didn't keep that promise, because by the next morning my body would be submerged at the bottom of the septic tank in Brittany's backyard, soaking in shit and piss and vomit, beginning to dissolve as my ghost still experienced the sensations that put me there. Yeah, for me that night never ended.

As we played our silly games I couldn't stop thinking about that metal rod and how it might feel inside my belly. I could feel my crotch growing overheated and moist in my jeans, my nipples puckering tight in my bra, my clit fat and throbbing in my underpants. I imagined the rigidity of it inside me; its unyielding length straightening my curled body. It was when we were playing 'Never would I ever' that the seed that started it all sprouted from my mouth.

Carrie said that she would never accept Daniel's offered fuck with the steel rod, and everyone laughed but me.

"I would." I said quietly but Britany heard me.

"What did you say, Lynden?" she asked as everyone quieted down.

"I said; I'd take that fuck." and I felt the sexual quivers from my bum to my throat when everyone in the room looked at me in surprise. Then they laughed and called me horny and silly.

"I mean it." I said as they quieted, "I'd take it as deep as he wanted me to."

"Jesus, girl. I wasn't being serious." Daniel said.

"I am." I said, "Would you do it to me?"

"It would kill you." Daniel said.

"So?" I asked him.

"Nope. Not me." Daniel said and looked away.

Everyone but Bryce was looking uncomfortable. He was smiling at me.

"You'd really take it?" he asked.

"Anally. All the way." I said and felt my kegel muscles clench on their own.

Looking round at everyone's faces amused me.

"I'm not trying to kill the party buzz, I'm trying to kick it up a notch!" I laughed, "Haven't you guys ever seen a snuff film?"

None of them had, or at least none of them admitted it.

"Come on." I said, getting up and going into Britany's parent's bedroom and sparking up the computer there on the desk her mom used for her home business. I went to a website I'd discovered that had homemade vids of girl's being done in, and played a few of girls being impaled.

My friends' reactions were mixed; some were shocked, some uncomfortable, and some aroused.

"Listen to them." I said, "They all wanted it and they're all cumming."

"But they're puking." Carrie said.

"So? Puking can be sexual." I said, then looked up at Bryce who was leaning down beside me to watch the screen, "Isn't that right, Bryce?"

"I can testify that Lynden finds regurgitation sexual." Bryce said and some of them called bullshit.

"He's talking about me throating his cock when we were parked at the Point." I told them and laughed, "Thank god his car seats are vinyl."

"Oh you dirty girl, you!" Britany poked me.

I was watching a girl on the screen cumming and vomiting as she took her spit deep and man, was it getting me steamy. She was blond like me, face down on a bed, her dress hoisted to her waist and her thighs spread. She was taking a spit anally as she convulsed and vomited on the floor. She was my inspiration; I could think of no better position to be impaled; sort of a relaxed doggy.

"So I'm going to take off my pants and lay down on the bed and if someone wants to do me, I'll be ready and waiting." I told them. I set the site to autoplay and as video after video of girls willingly being snuffed played, I got up and peeled off my jeans and underpants and climbed onto Brit's parents' bed as they all filed out of the room except Carrie. She came and sat on the bed beside me as I lay on my stomach and watched the vids. She pulled a comforter up over my lower half.

"Cover your bum." she said, "I can smell you." and I laughed.

"You really want this?" Carrie asked me.

"Yep." I said, "I've wanted it for years. When I was little and read about Vlad the Impaler I couldn't stop thinking about it, and since I found that site off 4chan I watch new vids every month. A lot are from Britain. You can hear the same guy's voice in a lot of them."

"Don't you want to live anymore?"

"I don't want a boring life." I said, then turned to look at her, "What's in our future? Boyfriends, husbands, shitty jobs until we start popping out kids, then slowly becoming wrinkled and saggy and tired."

"But it wouldn't be a bad life."

"Wouldn't it?" I asked her, "Have your really looked at your mom? Or my mom? I've seen pictures of my mom when she was my age. I look just like her. She used to smile and laugh and she had a narrow waist and perky tits. Now she's saggy with no waist and she'd worn down and sad all the time." I turned back to the computer screen as a girl cried out she was cumming just before she started spewing, "Not for me, girlfriend."

"I'll stay with you if you want me to." Carrie said softly, "I'll help you if you tell me how."

I looked back at her, seeing her sincerity, "That's sweet, Carrie. And yeah, I'd like that."

"How can I help make it better for you? If it happens I mean."

"Just be there. Touch me. Rub my back." I told her, "Once it gets intense it won't matter. I don't think I'll be able to feel anything by that time other than what's going on inside me." I felt Carrie shiver.

"Like her?" Carrie asked, looking at the screen of a girl younger than we were, surrounded by her friends - some who turned away and some laughing and cheering her on as she vomited and curled her body in orgasm, a spit pumping deep in her belly.

"Yeah, like her." I said, imagining what she must be feeling, "My god, look at the intensity. Imagine that instead of decades of sadness and mediocrity."

Carrie and I watched her die, flopping face down in her own vomit. While we were talking, I could hear the others in the living room. The buzzkill of my announcement had worn off and I could hear them talking and joking. I could still hear a couple of the girls saying it was wrong, but most of them seemed to be resuming the party vibe.

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