Friday The 69th - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

in case you are not aware it is friday the 69th VERY IMPORTANT DAY IN THE TINGLEVERSE this is a rare occasion dosnt come along very often and while some use this as occasion to joke and tease old chuck thinks it is better to CELEBRATE TRADITIONALLY. this can be done in many ways of course you can watch your favorite friday the 69th movie that is a classic, but other ways are to REVEAL YOUR FACE as we all know jesse from these films is always hiding behind a mask anywhere here goes

now that this has been taken care of we can get onto next part of this traditional way please enjoy classic ladybuck on ladybuck tingler FRIDAY THE 69TH about what happens when you trot out to the lake and hear the spooky screams. are they screams of terror or pleasure WHO KNOWS

thank you for celebrating this important holiday with chuck LOVE IS REAL

Nicole is thrilled to spend the weekend with her friends at Camp Diamond Lake, a secluded campground that used to be all the rage but has since been mysteriously abandoned. It’s only on the drive up that Nicole learns why, hearing the legend of Jesse Voormees, a masked brachiosaurus who stalks the lake at night.

Fortunately, the only time to fear is during a particularly rare calendar date, Friday the 69th. When Nicole realizes the weekend their trip falls on, however, things quickly turn from bad to worse.

It’s not long after Nicole arrives that she begins to hear screams in the woods, but instead of cowering in fear she runs to help. This leads to an important and life changing discovery… these are not screams of terror, they’re screams of pleasure.

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on lesbian dinosaur action and hardcore hockey mask wearing brachiosaurus love.

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FRIDAY THE 69TH

By Chuck Tingle

I stare down into my bag, the luggage perfectly packed and organized with every camping essential that I can think of. I even made a checklist, which I’ve gone over three times at this point to fully confirm that I’m set.

Still, it’s hard to let go of the feeling that I’m forgetting something.

Of course, it’s always difficult when headed out on a trip you’re particularly excited for. The threat of forgetting something isn’t actually about the missing object itself, it’s about my fear of even the tiniest blemish on this otherwise perfect adventure in the wilderness.

In my younger years, I was so jealous of friends who spent their summers out at Camp Diamond Lake. My own family couldn’t afford it, and I was always left behind to spend the warmer months trotting around this suburban neighborhood on my own.

Eventually, the summer camp closed down and I accepted the fact this was simply a chapter of life I’d never get to experience. I’m older now, recently graduating college, and a lot has changed, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that every once in a while I think back on the summers that could’ve been.

Imagine my surprise when my friends called me with a weekend trip suggestion that brought all these memories flooding back. Despite the fact that Camp Diamon Lake has been closed down for years, the lake and surrounding cabins are all still there, left unattended but very much usable should one make the trip.

Suffice to say, this vacation has been a long time coming, and I intend to make it a good one.

I hear the loud honk of a car horn through my window, then rush over and stare out to see my friend Hanna waiting for me in the driver’s seat, waving excitedly.

“Coming!” I cry, then finally accept my bags are packed. I’m ready for whatever this weekend throws my way.

I zip up my luggage and head out the door, locking up behind me as I drag my bag down the sidewalk and throw it into the back of Hanna’s car. She greets me with a warm hug and soon enough the two of us are taking off toward the mountain.

“You excited?” I ask.

Hanna nods. “Honestly Nicole, I can’t fucking wait, although I’m a little scared about getting there before everyone else.”

I look at her with a slight expression of confusion, not quite sure what my friend is getting at. “You’re worried about getting set up with just the two of us?” I question. “The cabins are still there. There won’t be too much to do.”
 “Don’t tell the others because they’ll make fun of me,” Hanna counters. “I’m just a little worried about… you know.”

I raise an eyebrow, waiting for Hanna to finish. “I honestly don’t know,” I finally reply.

“Wait, really?” Hanna blurts, suddenly realizing what’s happening here. “You don’t know about the curse of Camp Diamond Lake?”

I shake my head. “You mean just that it closed down all those years ago?”

Hanna laughs. “It didn’t just close down because business was bad, it closed down because everyone was too frightened to go. All the counselors started going missing, remember?”
  Unfortunately, I can’t. I really had no idea this was going on, and suddenly it feels as though the perception of my younger years has been turned on its head.

“I had no idea that’s why they closed,” I admit.

Hanna’s eyes go wide. “You don’t know about Jesse Voormees?”

I shake my head.

My friend hesitates a moment, turning her attention back to the road in front of her as she stares forward in complete silence.

“Are you going to tell me?” I finally question.

Hanna winces as I say this, as though she hoped the whole conversation would somehow just fade away and dissolve into oblivion. “I don’t want to freak you out,” she admits. “I know how pumped you are about this trip, so I don’t wanna frighten you. We can just drop it.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assure her, lying through my teeth. I’m not the bravest when it comes to things like old urban legends, but at this point I’m just too curious to say no.

Hanna takes a deep breath and lets it out. “Back when the camp was running, there was a brachiosaurus counselor named Jesse; Jesse Voormees,” she explains. “Jesse taught the swimming lessons, so the dinosaur was always out in the water. Everyone loved her, and she was absolutely beautiful.”

“Doesn’t seem too scary,” I joke, wondering when this story is going to turn. “Where do I sign up?”

“One day, a fellow counselor who had a crush on Jesse went out for a swim and they both ended up disappearing.” Hanna explains. “Everyone searched the woods and water for days, but they never found them. It was assumed they drowned out there, until one night they started hearing terrible screams from the woods.”

“Screams?” I question, a shiver running down the length of my spine.

Hanna nods. “They followed the sound, but they never found where it was coming from. A few days later, other counselors started disappearing. Soon enough, there was nobody left to run the camp and they had to shut it down. They say that on quiet nights you can still hear the screams across the lake.”

“I had no idea,” I admit, suddenly wishing I hadn’t exposed myself to this frightening tale. I could’ve easily just gone up to the lake and enjoyed myself, but now the curse of Jesse Voormees will be lingering in my mind the whole time.

Hanna can tell that I’m uneasy and quickly tries to change course, finding a bright spot to focus on. “That’s okay, though,” she continues. “They say Jesse only comes back on Friday the 69th.”

I laugh. “Wait, really?” I offer. “How many months go up to sixty-nine?”

“Not very many,” Hanna continues. “It hardly ever happens.”

I pull out my phone curiously, popping open the calendar app and trying to figure out the next time this incredibly rare date occurs. My expression immediately begins to fade as, to my amazement, I discover the terrifying truth.

“Oh my god,” I stammer, glancing over at Hanna in complete shock. “The next Friday the 69th is… today.”

The two of us plunge into an awful silence, not quite knowing what to say about this unexpected realization. Obviously, Hanna isn’t quite as frightened as I am, but even she is ominously focused now.

We continue along in silence for a good while, listening to the hum of the road as we drift away in our own anxious thoughts. Eventually, however, Hanna reaches out and turns on the radio, filling her car with some good time tunes and eventually allowing the fear to dissipate. Soon enough, we’re singing along at the top of our lungs, ignoring the calendar date completely.

The landscape outside gradually begins to transform, the homes becoming sparser and sparser and the trees creeping closer to the side of the road. It’s not long until we find ourselves in a thick forest, our path beginning to wind its way up a rather steep hillside as all hints of civilization begin to slip away behind us.

Every once in a while the woods will disappear on one side of the lane, revealing our position on the edge of a steep mountainous cliffside with a sprawling view of nature below. We’re really getting far out here.

The sun tiptoes its way across the sky above us, causing the shadows the stretch longer and longer like fingers across the land. By the time we arrive at our destination, it’s just about sunset.

“We’re here!” Hanna announces, pulling off the main road and rumbling down a rocky path.

Through the trees I can see a beautiful blue lake in the distance, with a small number of cabins surrounding it.

For as long as this place has gone unmaintained, it has held up surprisingly well. As we pull up to our cabin, I’m shocked to find that the area isn’t nearly as overgrown as it could be. Apparently, we’ll be without active lights or electricity, but the water still works for some strange reason and the doors still have locks that hold tight.

Hanna and I unload our things from the car, both of us chatting excitedly about our hiking plans and trying not to even consider the fact that we’ve somehow booked our weekend vacation on, of all days, Friday at 69th.

As the sunset blooms above, we do a good job ignoring any potential fear or anxiety, but when it finally disappears below the horizon line an unexpected sound erupts across the lake.

It’s a short burst, but it causes Hanna and I to stop in our tracks. “What the fuck was that?” I blurt, my heart slamming hard within my chest as I glance over at my friend.

“Probably just a bird call,” she replies.

“It sounded like a scream,” I state bluntly.

The two of us listen a while longer, allowing ourselves a moment to sense the quiet rustle of wind in the leaves and the soft chatter of lake critters singing their nightly songs. I take a deep breath and let it out, gradually accepting the sound I might’ve heard was, in fact, just a bird call.

I open my mouth to speak again, about to suggest that we just move on, when suddenly my voice is interrupted by another wild howl that carries out through the night air. This is, without a doubt, a scream.

Hanna and I immediately rush inside our cabin, slamming the door shut and cowering in the corner. With no lights, all we have is a pair of flashlights to illuminate the scene, and in this moment every shadow looks like it might be the extended neck of a slasher brachiosaurus.

The longer we stay trembling like this, however, the more an unexpected emotion begins to make its way across my mind. This fear is certainly powerful, but even mightier is the desire to help someone in their time of need. I could probably cower here all night, but can whoever is screaming out there say the same?

Regardless of how much terror and anxiety is flooding through me, I have a duty to assist, and that’s more important than anything else right now.

I stand up, then make my way toward the door.

“Oh my god, get down!” Hanna blurts. “Stay away from the windows!”

“I’m going out there,” I inform her.

“What?” my friend cries with eyes wide. “What the hell do you mean? Jesse Voormees is out there!”
 “I know,” I reply, mustering up as much confidence as I possibly can, “and it sounds like someone else is in trouble. I’m gonna go see what I can do to help.”

Hanna yells to stop me once more but before she gets a chance I’m already out the door of the cabin and bounding down the steps. I glance left into the dark forest, then right, struggling to get a sense of the direction I’d heard the previous scream emanating from.

Fortunately, I get a quick reminder when another blood-curdling cry rings out through the woods.

Immediately, I spring into action, Sprinting toward the sound as fast as I can. I stay laser focused on the trail ahead of me, bobbing and weaving through a slew of branches from above and roots from below, trying my best to avoid an unfortunate trip. Thankfully, my flashlight is getting the job done. While I don’t know this area, I get a vague sense the path I’m on is working its way around the lake, and that I’m just a few yards from shore.

Another scream echoes out through the trees, egging me on and letting me know that I’m headed the right direction.

Suddenly, however, disaster strikes.

Without warning my foot catches on something in the darkness, causing me to fly forward and for my flashlight to eject from my grip. The device flips through the air and then slams into a tree, shattering to pieces and immediately going dark. Meanwhile, I tumble down into a ditch, my entire body flipping end over end but the fall thankfully cushioned by a large patch of ferns.

The next thing I know I’m lying flat on my back, staring up the crisscrossing branches above me.

I stay here for a moment, struggling to catch my breath as I consider what a stupid idea this was, but suddenly my heart skips a beat and I abruptly tense up. I now notice there’s a soft whimpering sound floating through the woods near me, an unexplainable noise that I would’ve never noticed had I not fallen.

Shaking with fear, I begin to crawl through the underbrush, creeping along and pushing the ferns away so I can get a better view.

I’m gazing out through a break in the forest, realizing now that I’m positioned at the very edge of the lake. From here I can see a cove with a small wooden dock that juts out into the smooth, shimmering water, and on that dock rests a beautiful woman. More startling, however, is the gorgeous brachiosaurus that stands half submerged in the water next to her. She’s wearing a hockey mask, which is pulled up slightly to make room for her busily working mouth and tongue.

This beautiful dinosaur is furiously eating out the woman who lays sprawled on the dock, going to down on her as she moans and groans with giddy excitement. Moments later the woman opens her mouth to call out, her familiar scream of passion bouncing across the lake and filling my ears.

Suddenly, it all makes sense. All this time, the shrieks in the woods at Camp Diamond Lake hadn’t been screams of terror, they’d been howls of pleasure.

It appears as though Jesse Voormees and her lover are just about finished up. The woman eventually stands and wraps her arms around the brachiosaurus, kissing her tenderly before saying her goodbyes.

Soon enough, the two are parting, the woman walking back up into the woods while the brachiosaurus watches her go. Eventually, the dinosaur climbs out of the cool lake water and sits on the edge of the dock, her perfectly sculpted dinosaur body shimmering in the moonlight.

A startled gasp involuntarily escapes my mouth, not entirely prepared for just how sexy this mysterious, hockey-mask wearing brachiosaurus would be.

Jesse turns her head toward me, alerted to my presence as I freeze in utter horror. I do my best to stay completely still, but the branch that I’m partially standing on decides this is the perfect time to crack. The unexpected sound rings out loud and clear.

“You don’t have to hide over there,” Jesse informs me.

Realizing now that I’ve been caught, I begin to step out of the darkness, revealing myself to the beautiful dinosaur as I make my way over to the shore.

It’s hard to tell Jesse’s expression from behind her hockey mask, but I think she smiles when she sees me.

“You’re new,” she observes.

I nod. “Yeah… it’s my first time here at the lake,” I admit.

Jesse laughs. “I haven’t heard that in a while, people stopped coming when they started getting scared.”
 I wasn’t going to bring up the elephant in the room, but now that this brachiosaurus has gotten right into it, I can’t help myself.

“A lot of people disappear when they visit Camp Diamond Lake,” I state. “They say it’s because of you.”

“Well… it is,” Jesse Voormees reveals, causing my blood to run cold.

“It is?” I repeat, starting to back away from the shore.

“Not for the reason you think, though,” the dinosaur continues. “We fall in love and they tend to stick around. Apparently, I give good enough head that nobody ever wants to leave.”

I have to admit, I’m curious about these claims. I can feel the fear within me slipping away, replaced instead by a potent sense of arousal.

“Is that who you were just with?” I question.

The dinosaur nods. “One of the counselors from back in the day? Yes,” she confirms. “Martha. She’s great.”

“Are you two… married?” I question.

The brachiosaurus starts laughing. “Oh, bless you,” she replies. “No. We’re more into a free love kinda thing up here in the woods. Not that there’s anything wrong with a nice monogamous marriage, that’s great, too. It’s just not for us.”

“Oh, okay,” I continue.

The two of us stand in silence for a moment, the erotic tension continuing to build.

“I feel like you want to ask me something,” the dinosaur finally continues from behind her mask.

“I just… can’t believe you can make women scream like that from oral,” I finally offer.

Jesse hesitates a moment, and although I can’t see her face behind the mask, I detect a distinct smirk. “I can show you if you’d like. It is Friday the 69th after all.”

My heart slamming hard within my chest, I begin to make my way out onto the dock. The dinosaur saunters toward me as well, and before I know it the two of us are locked in a passionate embrace. We kiss each other deeply on the mouth, which is surprisingly easy even with the hockey mask between us.

The next thing I know we’re tearing away one another’s clothing and tossing it to the side, creating a pile of fabric on the wooden dock while I expose myself to the cool night air. Soon enough, we’re both completely naked, our hands roaming excitedly across the topography of each other’s bodies.

I start by caressing her neck and shoulders and then making my way across her chest, playing with the dinosaur’s gloriously plump breasts. Eventually, I move down even lower, tracing along her stomach and then arriving at the prehistoric creature’s waistline. At this point I hesitate, teasing her for a moment as I trace my fingers back and forth.

I can tell by the way Jesse Voormees is pushing her hips back against me, she’s aching for more, but I refrain from giving in too quickly.

“Do you want me to touch you?” I question, then clarify even more. “There?”

The masked brachiosaurus nods. “Yes,” she groans, the single word falling out of her mouth in a long, aching sigh.

I’m impressed with her libido, well aware that her last sexual encounter was just moments earlier. Still, there’s no hint of slowing down, this gorgeous dinosaur fully invested in our encounter and aching for more.

Finally, I give into the dinosaur’s demands and slip my finger down across her aching, wet pussy. I slowly begin to rub Jesse, falling into a rhythm together as she grinds back against me. The synergy between our bodies is undeniable, an unspoken bond that immediately forms between us. I can see what’s made her so undeniably attractive over all these years, a skilled lover who knows exactly how to read my body.

All this, and she hasn’t even touched me in return.

I continue to work the beautiful dinosaur, rubbing her faster and faster as she moans and groans. Eventually, I drop to my knees before her, gazing up with aching, lustful eyes as I dive in and begin to lap away at her pussy. The brachiosaurus clearly enjoys this, reaching down and placing her hand on the back of my head to pull me even closer.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she begins to sigh, repeating the words over and over again as they fall from her mouth in an escalating rhythm. With every passing second they grow louder and louder, until finally the dinosaur is screaming them out, her voice echoing across the lake and bouncing back to us in a sonic cascade of passion. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!”

Suddenly, however, Jesse pulls back. I shoot her a curious look, not sure what the problem is.

“It’s Friday the 69th,” she reminds me. “The reason people hear the most screaming on this day is because I like to celebrate with my favorite position.”

Soon enough, Jesse is climbing down onto the wooden dock with me, the dinosaur pushing me back so that I’m laying flat and my legs open. She climbs over the top of me, turning herself around so that her pussy is directly above my face and mine is directly below hers.

I know exactly what to do, diving in and picking up right where I left off. I begin to drag my tongue across her clit, moving in a rapid pulse from side to side.

I gasp as the gorgeous brachiosaurus works her magic from below, rubbing my pussy in time with the movements against hers. She doesn’t start in with her tongue right away, instead pacing herself as she drags a soft finger across my clit and works hard to discover the pace that my body is craving.

It turns out my erotic pulse is much slower than hers, at least for now, and she acts accordingly, but for some reason these movements begin to work perfectly together in a strange sexual polyrhythm. The two of us lap away at one another with breathtaking confidence, immediately knowing what the other expects from us and satisfying them perfectly.

I can feel the first hints of orgasm blossoming deep within the pit of my stomach, a powerful sensation growing within me like a flower. It gradually begins to make its way across my nerve endings, slipping down my arms and legs as I tremble and quake.

“Just like that,” the dinosaur commands, complimenting my technique while I continue to enjoy hers. Her voice is muffled as she eats me out, her hard hockey mask brushing up against my thighs as she lifts it up just enough to slip her wet tongue underneath.

I can sense the prehistoric creature’s body drawing close to a powerful climax as well, her muscles tensing and releasing in a specific and familiar pattern. With every eruption of these movements they seem to grow stronger and stronger, carrying her onward toward an inevitable conclusion.

Suddenly, the climax hits Jesse like a tidal wave, the dinosaur letting out a frantic, orgasmic howl. The sound is muffled by my pussy, of course, as Jesse refuses to let up on my clit. A seasoned lover, she knows this is the most important part, and she carries onward despite the orgasm of her own.

Fortunately, she doesn’t have to carry on for long. Just seconds later I can feel the explosion begin, my body flooded with powerful sensation as I throw my head back and let out a blood-curdling scream. I’m completely beside myself, lost in the moment as pleasure consumes my senses. I feel as though I’m floating above my frame and gazing down, the carnal bliss just too much for my body to maintain.

When I finally finish, I fall back against the dock in complete exhaustion. Moments later, Jesse Voormees climbs up next to me, nestling against my body as the two of us gaze at the starry sky above.

Strangely, this is just the camping moment I’d been looking for, a beautiful and relaxing night spent staring upward with someone important, and that’s exactly who Jesse is. I can see why, after a climax like that, so many people would dedicate their lives to staying out here and living by the lake, making love with the beautiful dinosaur and retiring to the wilderness.

It seems pretty nice.

“Nicole!” comes a frantic cry through the woods, the sound of my name instantly putting me on high alert.

I sit up on the dock and gaze back toward the shore, watching as a group of figures emerges from the forest, flashlights in hand. It’s Hanna, and behind her are the rest of my friends.

“Oh my god!” Hanna blurts as they all sprint down the dock toward me. “We heard screaming! We came to rescue you!”

I can’t help but laugh, realizing now how silly this all is. “I’m fine, I’m fine. I’m just here looking at the stars with Jesse,” I reply, motioning toward my dinosaur companion.

It’s only then that I realize the brachiosaurus has completely disappeared.

I narrow my eyes. “Wait… she was just here.”

The rest of my friends are staring at me in utter confusion now, struggling to figure out what I’m trying to say.

Finally, one of them notices my completely nude body and pipes up. “You went skinny dipping? Fun!”

“Oh… yeah,” I stammer.

The next thing I know everyone begins to strip down, running and jumping off the end of the dock then crying out with excitement as they hit the cold water.

This Friday the 69th Camp Diamond Lake is overwhelmed with screams, not of terror, or even passion, but of fun.