"I have been a bad girl," Emma says, whispering in her ear. "A very bad girl."
"A very bad girl," Michael says.
"Do you want to punish me?"
"Yes I do," he says.
Emma's mouth waters.
Oh no, she thinks.
Emma stops grinding and twists her knee over Michael so that she rolls around. She props up on her hands and knees, facing away from him. Worth a try, she figures -- look the other way so Michael can take her without suffering her bite.
"Spank me," Emma says.
"What?" Michael says.
"Spank me. Punish me. I have been a bad girl."
Michael hikes up Emma's dress. Her slim buttocks shimmer in her lace panties. He wants to lick her. Instead, he stands behind her and begins to swat her with his right hand.
Wap. Wap. Wap. His hand slaps against her flesh.
"Ahhh," Emma moans. "Harder, Michael. Spank me harder."
Wap. Wap. Wap.
"Ohhh," Emma says. "Fuck me Michael."
He unzips his pants, and pulls them to the ground with his cotton briefs. His erection springs forward.
Michael bends down, and pulls Emma's panties slowly over her buttocks and to her ankles. Her moistened pussy shines back at him.
"Fuck me Michael," she says.
Michael slowly slips his cock into Emma's pussy as she remains on all fours.
"Ahhhhhhh," she moans. "Fuck me like I'm a bad girl."
Michael spreads his legs apart a bit farther and thrusts into her pussy with such force he feels her virginity give way.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," she moans, pushing her hands into the barn floor so that she presses harder against Michael's cock.
He pounds her harder and harder, grunting with each push until he can take it no more, squirting deep into her pussy in raucous ejaculation.
Emma isn’t sure how much time has passed when Michael finally says something. Five minutes. Ten minutes. Five hours. But it doesn’t matter. She has told Michael everything. She has given Michael everything. She's not sure he will want anything more from her.
“What is it, Emma?” Michael says, rubbing the back of his head. “Can you tell me? Can you tell me how you got into this mess?”
“No,” Michael. “I want to. But I can’t. You would never believe me anyway. I’m just trapped. If I tell you, I will never see you again. And that’s all I ever wanted. It’s all I ever dreamed of.
“To meet a nice boy like you. Maybe he would think I looked nice. Maybe he might think me smart.
"He would pick pretty flowers for me. Knock on my door. Ask my father to see me. Court me properly. Ask me to marry him. Make babies with me. Read books to them with me. Sit as a family together in church on Sunday.
“But here we are,” she says. “I messed it all up. We met at the barn. I couldn’t control myself. You got scared and ran off. I was bitten by the snake. Bad things happened. You found out about them. Then you fucked me.
"But ow, you are over there. I am over here. Josh’s truck is back there. David is dead…”
“What about Josh?” Michael says, interrupting. “Isn’t he dead, too?”
“Yes,” Emma says. "Josh is dead."
Michael rubs his eyes.
"And that deputy that went missing?"
"Can we talk about something else?" Emma says.
“Emma,” he says, “I…”
“I can’t tell you Michael.”
“Then you have to get out of here, now,” Michael says. “Josh is dead. David is dead. The deputy ...
“Will you kill me, too?”
“I hope not,” Emma says. “That’s why I turned around.
"It was pretty hot, though, wasn't it?"
"Yes," Josh says. "Very hot. Very hot.
"But, Emma,” Michael says, changing the subject. “I don’t know if you are a serial killer or someone with a vivid imagination. But this is crazy."
“I’m neither, Michael,” Emma says. “Trust me. I am neither. Will you tell the sheriff?”
“I have to do something,” Michael says. “I can’t leave that truck back there. Somebody will find it eventually. They’ll think I had something to do with it. Once they figure out I didn’t, they’ll come over there looking for you. Either way, it’s not good, Emma.
“Get on home now,” he says. “Let me do whatever it is I have to do.”
“Okay,” Emma says. “If I lose you there is nothing left for me anyway.”
Emma stands up, pulls her panties up, drops her dress down, and brushes dust and hay from her dress and hair.
“Goodbye, Michael,” she says.
Emma turns and walks slowly toward the barn door, heading toward the parsonage grounds.