Jerry slowed the pickup truck on the unpaved road and made a left turn into a corn field that was recently harvested. The over-sized pickup bucked, like a bronco, over the rough ground, and everyone in the truck tried to keep their seats as best as possible.

Jerry gripped the steering wheel tightly, Maddy braced herself with a hand on the dashboard and the other holding a handle above the passenger door. Ricky and Katy were holding onto the headrests.

The truck finally eased to a stop about a quarter mile in. The headlights flicked off, leaving them in the darkness.

“This is it. Been comin’ here for years,” Maddy told the other three. “Let’s have a look around. The stars are no bigger anywhere.”

They slipped down out of the truck.

“Sure is out here a ways, but those stars, so bright, are worth the drive,” Jerry said, staring up.

Katy led her boyfriend, Ricky, to the nearby creek. She grabbed Ricky’s arm when she first heard the babbling stream that trickled into the pond.

“That there’s the sound. Hear it? It’s the two of them makin’ love in the water,” Katy said. “They say if you listen to the creek on a full moon in autumn, you hear them call each other’s names out.”

“I don’t hear nothin’ but the creek water. No man’s calling to a lady he wants to screw.” Ricky patted Katy’s hand, as if she had a mental problem. Nevertheless, she stood listening silently.

xxxxx

By the truck, Maddy came next to Jerry and pointed out Jupiter and Mars in the night sky and outlined the Virgo constellation.

He stared straight up. “I don’t think I seen ’em so big before.”

“You know, Jerry, it’s easier on your neck if we lay in the truck bed, or on the hood.” She grinned. Jerry saw her bright smile despite the night.

“The bed is more comfortable, I think. No chance of sliding off. And we won’t dent the bed.”

“Thinkin’ about denting something already, huh?”

“Crossed my mind a couple a times.” He wrapped his arms around her waist and led her to the back of the truck.

xxxxx

Near the creek, Katy still was engrossed in the sounds of the water, but Ricky could not hear what she was listening to.

“Katy, for real, you believe that hogwash, hearin’ people talk in the water? It’s all an old tale, just to scare folks.”

“Shush. Try to listen for it, sweetie, just try.”

“Goshdarnit, ol’ Mr. Pascal, may he rest in peace, made it all up years ago. He wanted to keep kids out of his fields, tramplin’ down his crops.”

“Hush your mouth, Ricky. Don’t hex yourself by talkin’ like that. And, even if the story ain’t true, it’s so romantic.” She put her hand on her chest. “I wish something so romantic would happen to me. Trapped forever in my lover’s arms.”

“Under water?”

Katy humphed and punched his shoulder.

Ricky brought her close to him. “I’ll trap you in my arms for a night and call your name and have you screamin’ mine,” Ricky teased.

She wiggled out of his arms and punched him again.

“Baby, baby, ol’ Pascal dug the pond, and he did it with a backhoe. An old tale would have used something better to make it cooler.”

She didn’t pay attention to Ricky’s rationale.

Katy ignored him and continued, “And the same night that they call each other’s name, you can see the lights deep under the water,” Katy said.

“Seein’ lights under the water? Whatta whopper.” He laughed off the story.

xxxxx

Jerry kissed Maddy, pressing his body against hers. Their lips grazed. He tasted her strawberry lip gloss. Pausing he unhooked the tailgate, then lifted her onto the edge by her hips. She grabbed his shirt and pulled him close to her again, opening her legs to get him as close as possible. She smelled the Stetson cologne on his neck. She bit his earlobe for playful pain. As they kissed again, she dug her fingernails into his back and scratched up and down. She felt his muscles tense in more pain.

Taking over, he sucked on her lower lip, then kissed his way down to the base of her neck. He placed a kiss there and on each collarbone. She let her head fall back with his exploration.

“Come up here with me,” she whispered.

She placed the heels of her cowboy boots on the tailgate and scooted back. He climbed up in one large step and crossed the length of the truck bed in another. He stopped in front of Maddy who sat leaning against the metal cross box. She was at eye-level with the large bulge in his pants.

He reached over her and pulled out of the box two pillows and a thick blanket.

She was surprised. “You plann’ for this night or you always keep pillows and a blanket in there?”

“A man’s always prepared. But tonight’s special, ’cause you’re special.”

“Aw, that’s nice to say. Let’s get comfortable, lay next to me.” She patted the pillow.

He laid down and rustled her on top of him. She felt the hardened lump against her right thigh and rubbed her body against it. The length aligned with where she wanted it: like the hands of a clock striking midnight.

xxxxx

Ricky walked to the edge of the pond. He saw the full moon’s reflection waving in the water, silvery and glowing. But what drew away his attention was Katy by the creek in her tight jeans and too-tight shirt. He wanted her tits and cute ass. He had waited and worked hard in this relationship to get a hold of them. She was not one to take off her clothes, except for love.

“Let her hear them voices quick so I can peel her shirt right off,” he wished toward the moon.

Suddenly, the moon’s reflection became distorted by a ripple in the water. “Ricky,” a sweet voice called, “let’s get in the water. Take off your clothes.”

“I am not getting in that pond. I ain’t in the mood for mud,” he replied.

“Ricky.” He heard again.

“No, Katy, no way.”

“You don’t love me?”

“You know I do.”

“If you get in the water and call for me, I’ll meet you and love on you for a long, long time tonight and more nights. I’ll make your fantasies come true, I know how much you want me.”

He paused to think about the offer. He wondered if a quick dip was worth a good, long fuck. Still, he questioned whether she would give him a blowjob after standing in pond water. He had already showered and shaved and patted on Stetson aftershave, which burned his face and neck, and even sprayed on the matching cologne. The water would wash it away and leave him smelling like creek water.

“Ricky,” he heard her plead again.

“All right then, Katy, but I rather be looking at stars.” He stripped bare and crawled down the bank.

xxxxx

Soon Maddy peeled off her flannel shirt and was left with only her tight, white tank top. Leaning over Jerry, she squeezed her arms together to emphasize her deep cleavage.

“Show ’em to me?” he asked, a pleading in his voice.

She waved her finger. Instead she reached under his shirt and ran her fingers through his thin chest hair to find his nipples. She pinched them hard.

He tried to protect himself from her pincers. “Ow! You like hurting me, don’tcha?”

She only pinched harder. He took her wrists and pulled them away. She kissed him again. A couple of kisses later, and up came his shirt. She slipped it over his head and tossed it out of the truck bed. Scratching her fingernails down his chest, she stopped at his belt buckle.

Her fingers ran along the waistline of his jeans, and she flicked the elastic band of his boxer shorts. His breaths became faster and shorter.

“I’m looking for something. Think I’m gonna find it?” she asked.

“Yea, you gonna find it, I guarantee. And you’ll love it—all of it.”

She unbuckled his belt and pulled it through the loops. Like his shirt, she sent it overboard, lost for now, in the darkness. She unsnapped his pants and undid the zipper. She stopped though.

“I need attention before anything else.” She reached under her shirt and unclasped her bra. Her heavy breasts drooped. She pulled out the nude bra, raised it above her, drawing his eyes, and then dropped it on the truck bed.

He wanted her to go further, but he was willing to attend to her. He reached under her shirt and lifted it up. He saw her rounded midriff and deep bellybutton appear.

“Pull it off. My girls need your lips and tongue.”

Taking it higher, out fell two large breasts. Her nipples were small compared to the breasts’ size, but they were hard. He tossed her shirt out of the truck, like she had with his clothes.

She leaned in so he could fill his mouth with as much as possible.

“Let me feel your mouth work. Suck them titties.”

His lips circled her nipples and he felt up the other breast, squeezing and kneading. While he sucked, he pinched and lightly tugged at the other nipple. She relished in the thrill of him and his mouth. She knew something else would take her to the brink later on. He switched breasts, twisting and nibbling, for the sake of equality.

A few minutes later, in the truck bed, they both lay topless, enjoying the night.

xxxxx

Ricky actually felt warm water around him, not freezing cold like nearby streams he’d fished and swam in. The creek bed was sandy, when he had expected gushy mud, leeches’ favorite place to make their home.

To his surprise, he saw Katy walking in the water too. The water came just below her bellybutton. Her shirt was off. Her titties bobbed as she waded toward him.

“Why’d you want to get in the water so bad?” she asked. “I was just about to go back and lie down like you wanted and love on you.”

“Me? You were wanting in so darn bad. Wouldn’t take no for an answer.”

“I didn’t ask you to come in. I was just listening to the water.”

“Babe, you kept sayin’ you wanted me to get in the pond.”

“I did not.”

“Then who kept saying it?”

She paused and smiled.

“The voices?” she replied enchanted.

xxxxx

On her back with her hands behind her head, Maddy was in full view and willing to be further explored. Jerry ran his finger gently along the side of her right breast, then up and over. He drew a small circle between the two and then outlined the left, as if writing calligraphy across her chest. His finger moved down the center of her round stomach and looped around her bellybutton. Like her just moments before, he unhooked her belt and its large, metal buckle. He slid it to the other side of the bed. Maddy let him continue. He unsnapped the button on her tattered cut-offs and lowered the zipper slowly. His eyes were transfixed on what was underneath.

Maddy wore a tight pair of purple panties, a tiny bow on the waist band.

“Wait,” Maddy whispered, putting her hands on his, which were ready to move into the panties.

“Wait?”

“Yea, wait, I ain’t ready yet.” She sat up.

“Not ready? What do I got to do to make you ready?”

“Let’s go skinny-dippin’ first. A creek’s near here, down yonder. I never skinny-dipped before … with a guy.”

“I bet that creek’s cold enough to freeze the teat off a frog.”

“We’ll have to warm it up or stick close to stay warm.”

“We’ll be warmer right here.”

“Beat you there!” Maddy pushed him away and scrambled over the side of the truck. She jogged through the field, tits bouncing back and forth wildly, and going toward the sound of the babbling water.

xxxxx

Ricky could tell Katy was enjoying the romance of the evening. All he needed to do was play along a little longer and he’d enjoy something better than a tale of love.

“Their romance is bringing us together,” she said, “we’re gonna be one forever, Ricky. Come, hold me, kiss me.”

He rolled his eyes. Stupid! he thought. He didn’t care for the idea of “forever” when he had so many more women out there to conquer. But sex tonight was worth a few words to Katy, even if she was a little crazed by the Pascal Pond fairy tale.

He waded forward and grabbed her hand. “Forever, babe, forever. Lovin’ you forever.”

He pulled her close, feeling her body press against his, in the moonlight. He hugged her, and felt her hand search him until she gripped his hardness.

He exhaled. “Katy, I …”

Unexpectedly, the waters began to stir around him in a whirlpool and then turned ice cold. He felt bubbling at his feet and rushing through his toes. His first inclination was they had stepped on a giant snapping turtle. But the beast would have fled much sooner.

She released her grip and stepped back. The surface of the water then bubbled like it was boiling.

At the floor of the pond, the sand covered his feet and kept rising higher up his leg. In moments, the water was no longer at his waist, but up to the middle of his chest.

Katy was out of his line of sight.

“Babe, where are you? You safe? I’m stuck in here.”

“I’m safe, Ricky,” a voice yelled. “Love me. Forever, Ricky!”

Quickly, the water rose to his shoulders, to his neck, to his chin. It poured into his mouth. He shouted for Katy once and gasped for a breath. He went under. The water calmed. Ricky never came back from Pascal’s Pond.

xxxxx

“Come on, Maddy, why do you gotta do this? All teasing me and stuff, it ain’t funny. I’m gonna get you though.” He slid into his boots and trotted after her.

Nearing the creek, he called, “Maddy, you feel how cold the water is? So cold you can’t answer me. Should’a stayed in the truck, looking at the stars.”

He stepped closer, trying to see her in the water, despite the darkness. “I can’t see you, Maddy. Where’re you?”

Still no answer. He didn’t hear any splish-splashing either.

“Maddy … O, Maddy,” he sing-songed her name.

He tried to play along with her trick while not being caught off guard and pushed in to the creek as a practical joke. Skinny-dipping was her idea and he didn’t want to go in first, especially if she had no intention of getting wet.

“Maddy?” he called more worried now.

She seemed to have vanished. She hid quite well, he thought, and she wasn’t willing to give up her hiding spot until she had carried out her devious plan.

He took one step more along the bank. The bank gave way and he slipped in. Jerry never came up from the water. He had been buried.

xxxxx

Ricky awoke inside a small cage, shaking the bars wildly. “Katy, where are you? Get me outta here!” he was screaming. Ricky saw nothing except darkness around him and below his cage. He looked up and thought he noticed ripples, maybe ripples of water—from the pond, maybe—overhead, blurring the night sky and the full moon. “Katy! Katy! Where are you? Why did you leave me?”

“No use.”

“Jerry?” he whispered. He was shocked to find his friend in a cage, the same as his. “Where … where are we?”

“You think I know? I was just looking for Maddy, and the pond, well, I think it swallowed me up.”

He saw Jerry’s cage suspended over nothingness and by nothing that he could see.

“Help me, help me, help me!” he shouted and banged on the bars.

“Ricky,” Jerry scolded, “it’s no use. I told you.”

“The story of Pascal’s Pond is real?” He paused for a moment, then shook his head. “This is stupid. Wait, did you—did one of the girls—slip me a mickey? Am I hallucinating? Have I gone crazy?”

“No one did anything to you, it’s the curse,” Jerry whimpered and then slouched over, hands slid down the bars. He went silent.

Then, far away, a blinding light cut through the darkness and shined toward them. Both Ricky and Jerry screamed and turned away from the blinding brightness, trying to hide from all things.

Ricky repeated from his cell, “We’re gonna die, we’re gonna die!”

xxxxx

Maddy heard splashing in the water and walked to the bank of Pascal’s Pond. She was surprised to see Katy wading through the water and trying to cover her naked chest with her arms. “What are you doing in that water? You’re crazy.”

“Just help me out of here.” Maddy grabbed both of Katy’s arms and struggled to pull her up. “Ricky was calling me in, he wanted to show me how much he loved me. Goes and tells me, ‘I’ll love you forever.’ Now I’m soaked and he’s out of the water. The son of a bitch.”

“Where’d they go? I can’t find Jerry either.”

“Playing some dirty trick on us. Going to jump out of nowheres and push us in.”

“They better not push us in that dirty water,” Maddy said loudly as a warning, in case the boys were hiding within earshot.

Wet Katy gathered her clothes and Maddy picked up hers. They dressed themselves, and Maddy described what had happened to her.

“I was just playing a joke on Jerry, telling him I’d like to skinny-dip. I hid behind those bushes and then I watched him get close to the edge of the water. The bank fell down and he slipped in. It was so funny. But now … well, I don’t know.”

“We better flip on the truck’s headlights to see what we can.”

The headlights only showed a calm stream trickling into the peaceful pond. Beyond the pond was a featureless field of harvested corn. The girls called for the guys. They walked along the banks, though very wary of being pulled in. But the whole place was silent.

“What do we do?” Katy asked.

“I know. Jerry hates when I rev the engine too much. That’ll get him out of hiding faster than anything.”

The truck roared like a lion and the chrome rear pipes pushed out black exhaust smoke clouds. The girls waved away the smell of burnt motor oil, complaining.

Maddy listened for any sign of an upset Jerry. “He’s not coming to protect his truck. Something’s really wrong, Katy, really wrong.”

xxxxx

From the blinding light appeared tiny sparks of light. Then the sparks slowly transformed into spheres of light, like glowing fireflies. These spheres grew larger and took on bodily forms. Arms and legs emerged. The forms began walking, slowly, gracefully, angelically. Continuing to change, the top of the forms rounded into heads. Then hands and long fingers, shapely hips, lips above lovely chins and below perfect pointy noses.

“Ricky, you seein’ what I’m seein’?” Jerry’s voice cracked.

Ricky paused his repetition. “Angels, Jerry, angels coming to us. Someone must’ve slipped me something.”

“Wait,” Jerry said, “is that … Do I see Alexis Texas and her perfect ass?” He leaned his forehead against the hard bars. The cold metal kept him feeling his new reality and not a wave of hallucination.

She sauntered naked around his cage, at times touching a bar with the tip of her finger.

“I see her and I see Lena Paul. She and her natural 32 triple-Ds. I’ve always watched her videos.” Lena Paul strutted around Ricky’s cage, squeezed her tits and pinching her nipples for him to see.

They continued to watch naked women appear before them and then circle around their cages.

“Who’s the tall woman with the big hair?”

“Dude, that’s Charmaine Sinclair! She’s a vintage star—a star from the 80s. I’ve loved her for years.” He pounded his hand against the bars and Charmaine Sinclair waved daintily. She then fell in step with Alexis.

Jerry spun around in his cage. “This is not a curse, Ricky, this is heaven! Thank god for ol’ man Pascal.”

“Yeah, how did he do it? And look there, it’s Anastasia Lux! She’s got the greatest body, skinny isn’t always for me,” Ricky said.

Hearing her name, Anastasia blew him a kiss and flailed her tits back and forth.

The women kept appearing from the tiny sparks of light and walking from the light as if on a fashion runway.

Among all the lovely women, one woman confused Ricky. She was familiar and didn’t have the shapeliness of Lena and Anastasia. She had a more average body shape, suited for amateur porn at least. Suddenly, he recognized her.

“Mom, what the hell!” He yelled to get her attention. She didn’t hear him or acknowledge her son. Ricky could not believe she was in the mix with all these other women. “Mom?” he said softer.

Instead Ricky’s mother stopped where the parade of angels would turn to pace around either cage. She beamed at only Jerry. She unbuttoned her blouse and unclasped her bra sexily and played with her tits, teasing Jerry. Then she let her breasts fall out.

“Mom, no!” Ricky glared at Jerry, confused, angry, embarrassed. “How did you …”

Jerry shrugged. “Sorry, man, your mom has some big hooters. I’ve dreamed of her since … since I saw her at your house in a t-shirt and no bra on. Tits swinging’ this way and that.”

Ricky turned away from his mother.

“You know,” Jerry said, getting a revelation, “these must be women we’ve, uh, fantasized about.”

“You mean jerked off to,” he replied flatly.

“Well, with your mom here, I was trying to put it gentler. Sorry.”

Ricky cringed.

A spark of light appeared headless. “Who is she?”

“Oh, it’s Plumkiss, an amateur star. She never shows herself above her neck, but take a look at her brown tits. And that thick bush!”

However, they both cringed when an angel appeared as a man with a long cock. The man strutted to the end of the runway and smiled at Ricky.

Ricky blushed.

“I didn’t know you liked …” Jerry said, “not that there’s anything wrong with that.” He raised his hands in innocence, not casting judgment. But he broke into full-time laughter.

“Fuck you.”

“No, fuck him.” Jerry laughed harder.

“No, it’s not like that, man. Katy always talked about getting fucked by two men at once. A two-man threesome.”

“Katy wanting it double time, huh. I would not have expected that, she seems too shy.”

Another light appeared with a large cock and big tits. The angel walked to Jerry’s cage.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Ricky smirked.

“It’s one of those Japanese cartoons. Not for real.”

“Hey, people’s personal sexual preferences are nobody’s business but their own,” Ricky taunted.

They continued to watch angels appear and encircle their cages. Both of the guys had hard-ons and were enjoying everything they saw. Jerry pressed his body against the bars, staring like a puppy dog waiting for dinner. Osa Lovely reached out her brown hand and wrapped her long fingers around Jerry’s cock. His heart immediately doubled-timed its thumping. The quick touch and her gentle stroke dug deep inside of him, conjuring his eruption. He felt himself on the cusp of cumming on her hand. She gave a few more strokes and let go.

“Don’t stop, please, Osa, please, please.” He reached out for her, but she only smiled seductively and returned to her pace in the line of nude ladies.

“Man, this is like Playboy in 3D, except … the 3D are three times the size!” Ricky joked.

Lena Paul stepped to Ricky’s cage, reached between the bars and grabbed his dick. She stroked and Ricky almost shot his load, but Lena released her hand and backed away.

“These girls are teasing me too much. I’ve got to do it myself or I’m going to die. They are turning me on too much. Right, Jerry?” He glanced over his shoulder with his hand on his dick. He saw his mother with her hand on Jerry’s cock. “Mom, Jerry, stop it! That sickening.”

She let go when Jerry urged her to continue and backed up like the other women had.

Turning away, Ricky stroked himself, beating it faster and faster. He opened his eyes to stare at the women. He came close to exploding, but a lovely face transmogrified into a gigantic demon with a skinned face, sharp wolfish teeth, and eyeless sockets. It screeched horrifically. He let go of his dick and the demon immediately returned to the soft, innocent angel. She smiled and returned to her place in line.

Ricky heard Jerry scream in horror too. “You found out what happens when we jerk ourselves?”

There was no reply. Ricky looked over to see Jerry curled up on the floor of his cage, shaking in fear. A woman’s hand reached into his cage and took hold of his cock and stroked it. But let go like the others.

Jerry straightened up when he heard a rumble from far away and then dim, washed-out lights flick on. The cast brightened one hill. A strong man in a toga pushed a gigantic rock to the crest of the hill. The lone man leaned against it to rest but couldn’t control it. The rock rolled to the bottom of the hill and the man walked down to it. He looked at Ricky and Jerry in their cages with the angels encircling them. He grunted, shook his head, and began to push his rock up the hill again, only to have it roll back once more.

xxxxx

Maddy gripped the large steering wheel and spun Jerry’s truck, flinging mud as far as the pond. She and Katy bounced again out of the field intent on getting help fast.

“We’ve got to get to the Sheriff. Maybe he can help.”

“What about our parents, they need to know. And Jerry’s mom and dad and Ricky’s mom, they need to know too!” Katy broke down into tears. She had trouble breathing.

“We can find help, I hope we can find help, we need to pray.”

From his cage, Jerry saw a flash of white lights, shining in the water above him. The pair of lights turned red and he heard a splash in the water overhead. The ripples waved the lights away.

“Maddy, I’m right here!” he yelled. “Help me, help me! Go, get help. Maddy!”

Shouting and shouting with no response, he finally lost hope. He accepted the fact that none of his calls would penetrate the water.

“Maddy,” he whispered, “be careful driving my truck. Be very careful.”

And he fell silent, like Ricky, their cocks erect and getting stroked by lovely angels but forever never reaching orgasm.

THE END