Friday the 13th Series (Movies)

Friday, July 13th, 1984.

Crystal Lake, New Jersey

Camp Crystal Lake. An idyllic little summer camp located in the backwoods of New Jersey. It was a nice, humble little place with all the typical activities associated with summer camp. It had an archery range for the sporty kids, nature trails for the outdoorsy kids, arts and crafts for the indoorsy kids, and the titular lake itself was always popular for activities like swimming, canoeing, fishing, all kinds of fun stuff. By all intents and purposes, Camp Crystal Lake should be the kind of place for kids to make the fond summer memories that last into adulthood and give the young adult counselors just a little bit of the experience needed for the real world.

So why the fuck were you running for your life right now?

Your heart was thundering in your chest as you bolted through the empty forest, leaping over the rotting logs of fallen trees and overgrown briar bushes. Just behind you, you could hear the heavy footsteps of some psychopath in a hockey mask stomping after you, machete in hand ready to butcher you. Your pace quickened as you saw a small log cabin up ahead. Leaping over a short set of stairs, you darted inside the old building and just barely managed to slam the door on the killer as they raised their weapon above their head. Locking the door behind you, you took what little precious time you had to search for something, anything, to defend yourself with. All the while, the masked killer repeatedly banged on the door to get inside. A quick glance over the cabin immediately told you that this must have been where the killer had been hiding. There was a dirty mattress on the ground, a few bones that you were pretty sure came from a rabbit and a woman's severed and decaying head sitting on a table surrounded by candles! What the FUCK!?

As you were trying (and currently failing) to find a weapon or something, a part of you reflected on the events leading up to this moment. You had applied for a summer job as a counselor here at Crystal Lake. It seemed like a simple enough gig; just hang around, make sure everything runs smoothly, keep about 15-20 kids from killing themselves or each other ala Lord of the Flies. Easy money, right? To be fair, it started out pretty innocently enough. You and the seven other counselors around your age showed up a week early to get everything ready, keep the place clean, the kitchen and infirmary stocked, the activities and schedule arranged, etc., etc. In the meantime, you and the others had done typical college student shit. You swam, played games, drank beer, cooked some hot dogs (maybe smoked a few herbal substances). You know, college student shit. One night, one of the older counselors took the time to tell a ghost story that had supposedly happened right there at Crystal Lake. Apparently, back in the seventies, a young girl camper named Jaiden Voorhees had gone swimming, only to drown because the counselors who were supposed to be watching the kids had snuck off to have premarital sex. A few years later, as the story went, Jaiden's mother Pamela – one of the camp's cooks – had gone insane with grief and murdered several of the counselors who let her little girl die, only for the sole survivor to decapitate Pamela Voorhees with her own machete. It was your average campfire ghost story and you all had gone to bed that night none the worse for wear.

Except, it wasn't a story. There really was a Jaiden Voorhees who drowned at 12-years-old in the July of 1973. Her mother really had murdered seven people when the camp was reopened two years later. Funny, how THAT little tidbit hadn't been brought up at orientation, huh? How the fuck would you even bring that up? Ok, kids, here's the basics of first aid, here's how to safely build a campfire, oh and a little girl drowned here because of dumb, horny kids like you. So, you know, try not to let that happen again. Ok, have fun, now. Heh. Terror brought out the snark in you. As for why you were even out in the middle of the woods in the first place. Well…that had to with one of the other counselors saying there was some 'herbal substances' growing out in the wood that could – theoretically – be used to make so much fucking money. It wasn't like being a counselor paid much. You just didn't expect to run into a somehow still living Jaiden Voorhees out in the woods. A still living murderously pissed off Jaiden Voorhees, at that. The sound of splintering wood broke you out of your reverie and you saw with terror as the cabin door slowly started to give way to the killer's heavy strikes. Shit! Running into the kitchen, you tried desperately to find a knife when the door finally collapsed with an ear-splitting crack! Knocking away the splintered remains of the door, Jaiden Voorhees stomped forward, machete raised with murderous intent.

Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Panicking, you did pretty much the only thing your mind could come up with and threw the still full water canteen you had with you at her head. Unsurprisingly, throwing a canteen did little to intimidate the 6ft murder hobo and she only swung her machete through the container, shattering it upon impact. What actually was surprising, however, was what happened next. Almost immediately after destroying the canteen, the water inside spilled all over Jaiden and the madwoman instantly just…froze.

The insane former camper was just…standing there, dripping wet and shivering. Her machete fell to the wooden floor with a clang, unnoticed by Jaiden. All the while you were standing across from her, staring at her as she did absolutely nothing, your chaotic heartbeat slowly, but surely starting to slow down. Confused, you tried to do what might have been the smart thing and tried to grab the machete. As you went for it, however, you noticed something that you hadn't realized before. Namely, that for an insane killer living in the woods for the past eleven years, Jaiden Voorhees was fucking stacked! Other than the hockey mask, she was wearing a leather jacket over a blue tank top that visibly struggling to contain her massive tits and a pair of short shorts that hugged her wide hips and flaunted her long legs. Just as you were about to grab the machete and run, Jaiden finally started to move again, causing you to jump back in shock. She didn't make a move for the machete though. Instead, she was taking off her clothes? What the hell was going through her head right now?

Jaiden Voorhees had not had an easy life. Her father left at a young age, leaving her in the care of her mother. When she was twelve, she spent the summer at Camp Crystal Lake after her mother got a job as a cook there. It wasn't nearly as fun as she had hoped as the kids were mean to her for being so tall and scrawny compared to everyone else. Oh, and she also nearly drowned to death because the counselors who were supposed to be watching her ran off to have pre-marital sex. By the time she was washed back onto shore, she was on the opposite side of the lake from where the camp was, in what was essentially undeveloped wilderness. She spent Two. Years. trying to find the camp again and what happens when she finally makes it back? She gets a front row seat to watch her mother get decapitated.

So, yeah. Not the best childhood.

Life had gotten 'marginally' better when the camp closed following her mother's understandable and completely justified murder-spree. Jaiden had taken to living in an abandoned cabin, hunting rabbits and deer, gathering roots and berries, and just generally living as a wilderness survivor girl like one of those old comic books she'd read when she was younger. It wasn't easy, but it was leaps and bounds better than life had been before that point. Until today, that is. Because today…today she met someone for the first time in 11 years. While out looking for berries, she found some random guy standing over those smelly plants that the counselors her mother had always complained about smoked. Jaiden immediately knew that could only mean one thing: someone had reopened Crystal Lake and now a whole bunch of people needed to die. It was only fair, she nearly died due to negligence and if the counselors died, there could be no camp. No camp meant no more kids drowning, meaning her mother hadn't died in vain and she could finally be left alone.

It should have been easy, really. Just sneak up on him, hit him in the back of the head with her machete, display his body so the others will get the memo, rinse and repeat until camp is empty. Go home and take nap. Where it all went wrong started when he turned at the last second, saw her and then took off bolting in the forest. He was a surprisingly fast guy too. Luckily for Jaiden, he ended up running right into her own cabin, trapping himself inside. Her door would have to be replaced later, but it would be worth it. Just as she was about to kill this trespasser, he threw a canteen at her. She broke it naturally, only to be completely doused in water. If there was one thing Jaiden hated… well, it was other people. If there was one thing she feared however, it was water. Understandable really, after all she had nearly drowned at a child. In a lake. Full of water. Cold, dark water. So cold, so dark, everywhere. Surrounding her on all sides, dragging her limbs down, blockingouthervisionfillingherlungssinkingsinkingSINKING! SHE NEEDED TO GET DRY! Completely disregarding her potential victim now, Jaiden started stripping away her wet, cold clothes in a desperate bid to get dry, all the while you were just gaping at her unintentional strip tease.

While Jaiden was reliving her existential dread, you were going through your own mental gymnastics. Unlike her, your brain was scrambling because of lust instead of fear. Until now, your mind had seen Jaiden Voorhees as a threat to your continued existence, but now, it saw her as something else; it saw her as an object of desire. Frozen as you were, all you could do at this point was watch at the voluptuous killer seized her top and hauled the fabric up, stretching and straining it until her big, fat tits flopped down onto her chest, wobbling briefly before they settled. That little display of sexuality finally caused your brain to make a decision. Trembling with desire, you made your move.

Completely oblivious to you, Jaiden was now frantically tugging her soakingwet shorts off and down her legs. So distracted was she that she didn't even realize that you had managed to sneak up right behind her before… grab! Jaiden tensed and eeped in surprise as you seized big handfuls of her huge breasts. Before she could pry herself free, you pulled her sharply back, pressing your straining bulge between her perky, jean-covered cheeks, still toying with her boobs. They looked delicious, twin mounds of perfectly pillowy flesh that jiggled free into your hands. They were so large you that you could see them from behind. You jostled her delicious tits, pinched and flicked her sensitive nipples, and smacked them together so they'd bounce apart in wild flourishes of flesh.

Jaiden quivered and writhed in your grip, unintentionally grinding her fat ass against your lap as she tried to break free from your grasp on her big tits. Her mind was frazzled, drowning under lingering panic and reluctant pleasure. Never in her life had she been touched like this, never had she known this awful, addictive feeling. She weakly tried to pull your hands away from her rack, but all she seemed to manage was guiding your lecherous groping, panting and whimpering as you eagerly tormented her poor, abused chest.

After a few more minutes of groping, you threw Jaiden onto the mattress and pinned her down to it. Her eyes flickered with shock and dismay as you jerked roughly forwards, immediately burying your face between her gorgeous breasts, suckling and nibbling on patches of sensitive flesh. Jaiden squirmed and groaned – she'd never felt such ferocity directed at her body before, and she was starting to like it. The electric intensity of the moment made her cry out in pleasure while pushing her fingers through your hair, watching as you caught her right nipple in your mouth and tugged at it hungrily. When her breast finally popped from your lips, you sat back on your knees and unzipped your pants. You wasted no time; as soon as you could, you hooked you thumbs into your underwear and yanked them down, freeing your massive cock in an eruption of veiny meat. Jaiden's mouth opened as wide, shoulder's rising in fright and eager anticipation as your heavy cock slapped down on her belly, flinging a lazy rope of precum on her right tit and all the way up to her mask. She couldn't believe what was happening, were they really about to do this?

Grabbing her thick thighs, you hauled her legs over and onto your shoulders. Pushing your hips forward, your drove your monstercock up her belly, all the way to the bottom of her breasts. Jaiden blinked at the broad cockhead dripping precum onto her glossy tits. Oh man…this thing was gonna destroy her. As you pulled back, she wet her lips and was about to beg, but she found she couldn't speak: her breath was too short, her tongue too tied with nerves, and all she could do was bite her lip as you lifted her legs again, lifted her ass, getting her in position for the mating press of a lifetime.

At last, you pressed your cockhead against her soaking pussylips. Jaiden almost came just from the touch, shuddering and groaning, folding her hands behind her head. She knew there was no way out…but that just made the whole situation hotter. As you pressed your cockhead firmly inside her, she eeped and tensed and a moment later, her eyes flew back into her head as you rocked forward, lifting your hips and brining them down in a thrashing assault on Jaiden's asscheeks. She wordlessly howled in bliss as your cock vanished and appeared, vanished and appeared, flopping and clopping in and out of her formerly virgin cunt at a mind-numbing pace! Her pussylips clung to your cock, tugged rapidly in and out by your wall-stretching girth while her asscheeks bobbed sweatily around. Her tits leapt up to her chin as she silently wailed for mercy, only for voice to be caught in her throat as a particularly brutal thrust caused her tits to leap to her chin. You pumped her cunt like she belonged to you, stirring up her insides with your giant cock until she couldn't even think straight. Tears trickled unseen down her crimson cheeks, weeping in the depths of pleasure, clinging to your shoulders as you launched a machine-like assault on her poor, unprotected pussy. As her bliss climbed and climbed, her cries grew shakier and more hoarse. Her body simply couldn't handle the voluminous ecstasy you seemed intent on filling her up with: she came first, her thighs rippling as she lifted her hips higher and squirted like a broken faucet, spraying your thighs with clear juices as you kept on punishing her cunt.

You were ruining her with brutal intent, slamming your nuts into her bouncing ass with each thrust. Jaiden shook her head desperately as she reached a second orgasm. She was totally losing control, sinking deeper into a lake of bliss from which there was no escape. Her face was painted bright red under her hockey mask, her tongue flapping outside of her mouth, she was nothing more than a toy for your pleasure. You hammered her without mercy or remorse, taking out your lingering fear and anger on her poor pussy. Her asscheeks rippling, tits bouncing, vision blurring. There was no use fighting it: the pleasure was all-consuming, and she wanted it to consume her, so why resist at all? She groaned into her mask, grasping her own ankles so you could squeeze her tits as you fucked her. Yesss… this was what she needed, what she'd longed for without knowing it. Sorry, mommy, but Jaiden was your slut now.

"Fuck", you growled, the first word you had said since running into the hockey-masked psycho, closing your eyes and clenching you jaw resisting the urge to blast her womb straight away. You still needed to punish Jaiden some more, and you knew exactly how you were going to do it. You rolled her over, maneuvering her on your cock without pulling out, until she was on all fours, and you were leaning over her big rear. You swatted her fat ass hard, and as it wobbled from side to side, you started to thrust again – harder than ever, clobbering her cervix with your meaty cock until her eyes rolled all the way back into her head, rocking her back and forth on her hands and knees while her huge tits swung between her biceps.

Jaiden clenched her teeth as she came again, squirting her slippery femcum down your thighs while her sweat-shining ass continued to ripple and clap against your hips. This wasn't just pre-marital sex – it was a red-hot breeding session, and Jaiden wanted nothing more than to feel your virile cum cascading off the walls of her womb!

She got her wish a moment later, as you grasped her waist with one hand and pressed her face against the ground with another. You pulled her toward you, lifting her onto her knees and holding her back against your body as you erupted a giant, surging load. Jaiden gurgled as her womb filled up, her mask shattering against the cabin floor. You guided her hand to her belly, and she felt her own stomach swelling around the gooey shots of jizz, one after another, straining her walls until she felt like she'd burst! You dragged your teeth against her neck and bit down, laying claim to her body in a primal, savage manner, making her understand how things were going to be between you both.

At last, you leaned forward, pressing her slowly beside you until her head was nestled against your chest. Panting, you took a good look at Jaiden's face for the first time and were surprised to see just how… pretty she was. Brown doe eyes, bee stung lips, a mop of dark brown hair. She was honestly a knockout. Jaiden Voorhees was staring right back at you, groaning in sweet bliss. She never felt so satisfied, so happy.

No wonder these counselors kept having pre-marital sex, it was amazing!