Her True Self - Sex Stories

Her True Self

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"Chill out, Brian," Travis said as Brian approached. "You can have a go with Hannah too. It's only fair."

"What are you talking about?" Hannah cried. "Travis, what's gotten into you?"

Brian continued to close the distance, while Amy writhed to try to get out of Travis's grip. He pulled her even tighter to him, and she could feel his dick pushing up against her leg. He started sliding her down, bringing her vagina closer and closer to his penis.

"No!" Amy screamed.

Brian's fist slammed into Travis's head so hard Amy could hear the crunch. Brian cried out in pain, and Travis's grip loosened instantly. The recoil from the blow sent Travis spinning into the water, and Amy went with him, entangled as they were. She went under the water and had no idea which way was up. Her panic only lasted a moment, as she quickly floated to the top and regained her footing.

Hannah was crying, and Brian was shaking out his hand, which was bleeding. There was a streak of red through the pool emanating from Travis's head, which was still underwater.

"Get him out!" Amy cried, and Brian looked over to see what he was talking about. Amy and Brian dragged Travis's limp form out of the pool and laid him on his back.

He wasn't breathing.

"He needs CPR!" Amy said in a panic.

Brian punched him in the chest once, twice, three times, and Travis spit out a fountain of water, then began coughing.

"I'm not putting my mouth on that piece of shit," he said. "He's ...

... lucky I even tried this much."

Hannah made her way out of the pool now too, and came over to them in hysterics.

"What the fuck, Travis?" she asked.

He groaned, coming back around to consciousness but still incapable of speech for now.

Brian punched him again in the chest, and Travis grunted in pain.

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Brian said. He stood up and put his arms around Amy, guiding her back towards the house where they could pack up what they brought and leave.

"Ugh, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Travis asked.

"What's wrong withme?" Brian asked. "I should call the fucking cops. You were molesting my fucking girlfriend."

"Why?" Hannah cried. "I was right here! Why, Travis?"

"Maggie told me Amy would have sex with any guy who asked," Travis said. "That it was part of her cult."

"Is sex with me not good enough?" Hannah asked, despairing.

"We were never going to stay together past high school," Travis said. "I just wanted to try out a new pussy."

"You're a fucking monster!" Hannah screamed, and slapped him in the face. He was still barely sitting up, and the hit shocked him enough that he fell back to the ground. Hannah stood up and stomped her feet a few times in frustration, then she kicked Travis in the side as hard as she could.

He doubled over in pain and wheezed.

"Hannah, come home with me," Amy said. "I'm here for you."

"I need you right now," Hannah said. "I don't even know what's going on. I don't...I ...