Orgy Killer

1.
A loud, firm, knock on the door stirred Robert from his nap. He put on a pair of pants and opened the door.

Nobody was there, and he barely caught a glimpse of a black SUV as it pulled away from his house. Whoever it was, they left a brown envelope on the welcome mat. Robert took a quick glance of the neighborhood; when he felt sure nobody was paying attention, he grabbed the envelope and went inside.

He opened it, dumping the contents out on the table. It contained a photo of a young girl, who Robert guessed was about fourteen or fifteen, a sheet of paper with instructions, a key, and a large stack of hundred-dollar bills. He counted the money: ten grand. Then he turned the photograph over, and read quietly to himself.

“Monica Hoffman, only fourteen.”

He turned it over again and looked at the photo. Her pale face, brightened by a perfect grin and blue eyes, was nested in puffy, bright-red, hair, which flowed to her waist. She had a curvy physique, with large breasts perfectly outlined by a tight pink dress, so short that he could see most of her milky-white legs.

“You seem like a wonderful girl, with a wonderful life. Too bad I have to end that.”

He placed the photograph in his pocket and looked over the instructions.

2.
The following afternoon, Robert pulled his car into the driveway of a two-story house in the suburbs. He checked the paper to be sure he got the right address. Once he was satisfied, he climbed out of the vehicle and went up to the house.

Robert had the key to the house in his pocket, but, much to his luck, he didn’t need one. The door was unlocked, so he quietly let himself in. He entered a short hallway, with the living room at the end, and a flight of stairs to the right of the front door. He started towards the living room, but quickly turned to the stairs when he heard sounds from the upper floor. Quietly ascending the stairs, Robert realized that he was hearing several people grunting, and at least one giggling.

“Great,” he muttered, once he processed the fact that there has to be at least three people upstairs. It meant more blood on his hands, without any extra pay.

When he landed on the second floor, he drew a 9mm pistol from his coat pocket and attached a silencer. He continued down the hall, following the voices to the third door on the right.

The sounds were much more discernable from outside the door; only one person, no doubt a male, was grunting. Two females were moaning. Some lucky bastard was plowing Monica, and some other chick, in the bedroom. Though, Robert supposed he wasn’t all that lucky.

He turned the knob, and slowly pushed the door open.

Monica was bent over on the bed, completely naked, while a skinny blond boy, probably around the same age as her, was fucking her pussy. Laying with on the bed, legs spread wide open, and just as naked, was an Asian girl, also fourteen; moaning in pleasure as Monica’s tongue lapped at her pussy. Monica and her boyfriend were facing away from the wall, and the Asian girl, lost in pleasure, had her eyes shut, so nobody noticed the intruder. He closed the door behind him, and quietly watched.

The boy was close to cumming, as he grunts became louder and more frequent. When he threw back his head, howling at the ceiling, Robert opened fire. Six bullets ripped through his back. Cum continued squirting from his cock, onto Monica’s ass and pussy, as he fell off the bed, and hit the floor. As he laid there, spasming in a pool of his own blood, Monica turned around.

“Peter, what the…”

She noticed Robert and her eyes grew wider. The Asian girl opened her eyes, and immediately grew pale as she saw what he girlfriend was looking at.

He aimed the gun at the Asian, and fired three rounds into the center of her chest. Monica opened her mouth to screamed, but she was immediately cut off as ten bullets ripped through her enormous tits, and embedded in her lungs. She collapsed, resting her head on her girlfriend’s pussy, as they both laid, gurgling and spitting blood.

Robert stopped just inches from the bed, and brushed Monica’s scarlet hair and looked into her contorted, pleading, eyes.

“Shame to end such a pretty lady. I wish we could’ve met under better circumstances.”

He placed the gun against her forehead and pulled the trigger. Monica’s spasms ceased, and the light left her beautiful eyes, leaving only a vacant gaze. A dark puddle grew between her legs, as the contents of her bladder spilled onto the sheet and mattress.

Robert caressed her face one last time, then turned to her girlfriend.

The Asian girl was still twitching, and occasionally coughing blood. Robert sighed.

“Sometimes I hate this job,” he said as he placed the gun underneath her chin. He fired two bullets into her brain, ending her agony. Monica’s hair was soaked with piss, as her dead friend’s bladder emptied.

He started to leave, when a quiet cough caught his attention. It came from the closet.

“God damnit!” He shouted as he approached it and pulled it open.

A younger girl, perhaps eleven or twelve, immediately tried to back away, but he grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

“Please don’t kill me!” She screamed, flailed, and pulled fruitlessly at her assailant.

The girl was, undoubtedly, Monica’s sister. She had the same milky-white skin, puffy red hair, and the budding breasts poking out beneath her red flannel shirt were quite large for her age. She even shared her sister’s habit of showing off her legs, as her rather short checkered skirt suggested.

“Quit struggling and I’ll make this as painless as possible.”

“I don’t wanna die. I’ll do anything if you let me go!” She made a fist and stroked the air in front of her mouth, imitating a blow job.

Robert was astounded at the pervertedness of this girl; then he realized she probably just watched her sister get plowed while eating out another girl, so it shouldn’t have been so surprising.

He was tempted to accept her offer. The girl was much younger than his usual preference, but she was certainly cute. She wasn’t wearing panties, and her kicking gave him the perfect view of her smooth pussy. He didn’t want her to suck his dick, he wanted to plow her cunt and spray his seed into her uterus. Hell, he wanted to take her home, and fuck her ’til the day he died. Unfortunately, Robert had a job to do, and he couldn’t leave his sperm at the scene of a crime. That didn’t mean he couldn’t have some fun out of her.

“If you stop squirming, I’ll make a deal with you,”

To his surprise, the kid stopped kicking.

He pulled her over to Monica’s boyfriend, Peter; who was still, remarkably, alive, even if he was clearly in a lot of agony.

“Ride his cock,” he said and pointed at the stiff rod between Peter’s legs.

The girl swallowed hard. “You mean, you want me to fuck him? But he’s dead.”

“Not yet,” he kicked the boy, who started coughing up blood. “But you will be if you don’t fuck him.”

She stood over his crotch and started crouching down, lifting her skirt. “Here goes…”

“Don’t act disgusted. You were probably rubbing yourself to him just a few minutes ago.”

She gasped as she felt Peter’s cock against her labia. They both grunted painfully as she let it penetrate her ladyhood. She went slowly at first, but, growing use to it, bounced up and down his dick with increasing speed, and started moaning as she lost herself in the moment.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope you’re enjoying this, Peter.” She started fucking him harder, taking his shaft in deeper with each thrust. “This is really amazing!”

It didn’t take long before the tween had an orgasm, and her lungs fill the room with her moans. Her labia contracted around Peter’s cock, and he came again; grunting loudly, before he was cut off by a flurry of bloody coughs. She continued riding his cock, while he squirted fountains of cum into her.

Robert aimed the gun at the tween’s chest and fired. Her eyes flew open as six bullets tore through her chest. He gave her a second to comprehend what just happened, before firing a round into the center of her forehead. She collapsed forward, her head resting on Peter’s chest. He aimed one more time, and ended Peter’s suffering with a bullet to the brain.

Peter and Monica’s sister laid together, cum dripping from the preteen’s cunt. Two rivers of piss flowed into a small pond between their legs. Robert glanced at his handy work one last time, and left the room.

On his drive home, despite the fact that he was annoyed about making three extra kills for free, he couldn’t help but wonder, with amusement, what Monica’s parent would think when they see what their kids were doing when they died; not to mention, the parents of the other two teens he killed.