The Last Killer

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    Dark Heart of Id
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    Hello Folks. I started writing a few weeks ago as an outlet for this little twisted niche my fantasies sometimes duck to. I’m putting this post here because my latest chapter in it (scroll to chapter 6 if that’s your thing) has gynophagia but it covers a lot of bases.

    This story is entirely fictional and has been written purely for fantasy with all characters being 18+.

    The Last Killer
    Chapter 1 – the first blood

    I am, to the best of my knowledge, the one and only of my kind in the world. I do not mean I am an alien or some strange being of science fiction or supernatural origins. I believe I am human but I believe something in the past has made this world either completely oblivious to my machinations or completely complicit in them.
    After my change came about and the horror and fear of that first time passed I began to search for reasons why what I then imagined to be justice never came for me. Being young, television was my major source of culture and so it was to that screen I first threw my attentions. I knew that in the past there was crime. I had seen the action films with NV35 rating (No viewing for those under the age of 35) which were the delight of many older people. I knew my mother had some hidden in the cabinet under the television where I and my sisters were not supposed to go treasure hunting and I snuck in a viewing, or, did she just not have the will to stop me?
    But I digress… when one watches the old films the first thing that comes to obvious notice, for me at any rate, is the absurd number of males depicted in the population. The population seems to be about a 50/50 ratio or more of males to females. It’s absurd. I know the films are old but really. I think I saw more males in one shot of a street scene than I know are alive in this whole town. And then there is the typical character of the heroes in those films: bold and assertive in a way that just isn’t seen anywhere anymore. I saw a hero type knock over a can of trash as he chased some robber down a dirty alleyway and not pick up the trash can. Good luck finding someone around here who wouldn’t do that.
    I can only imagine what it would be like to live in those times. To one of them my world would be as strange as some episode from their deep history. A modern person of their era thrust back in time or into a place with customs and concepts as foreign to them as a language spoken on a distant planet.
    Of course, nothing brought about my certain knowledge of my difference to all the other people in the world as much as that first time. I am not a young man anymore, nor am I old, but she was my first in a time when adolescence was claiming my reason in a way that none of the other three boys in the school seemed to experience. Classes, sports, music, and the certain knowledge that there was something about girls that made me so imminently hungry in a way I could not understand. I knew about reproduction of course. Any male over the age of 18 was required to make a monthly visit to a clinic for a gene donation. But I didn’t want to put my penis into the extraction machine and get that nasty little shock that made me convulse and release genes. I wanted to put it into one of the girls. I wasn’t sure how or where but I know I wanted to shove it into them, hard, until their eyes rolled back in their heads and they screamed.

    Her name was Sharon, beautiful, tight, curvy, and utterly oblivious of me from the tips of her toes to the top of her long auburn hair. She wore such tight clothes I remember. One day in a gym class she wore these tight black leggings that clung to every line of her long legs. I could see this dimple between them that I thought was odd. I knew women did not have penises but I had no clue what was there. I had a good idea on that day though because that was the first time my penis swelled up in my pants. I was scared to death and ran into the bathroom. This had never happened before and I thought I was sick or something. I hid in that bathroom until it went away. It seems funny now but as I sat there with this swollen organ I was running constant mental checks of my heart rate and breathing, ready to run to the nurse or call 911 at the slightest odd fluctuation of them. Coach Margaret came in and asked me if I was ok. I can’t even recall what I told her. Probably something about being sick and she never questioned me.
    An eternity later I went straight to the nurse’s office, Nurse Carol. I told her all about my problem and she just told me to lie down and rest. She took my temperature, blood pressure, and listened to my heart but oddly enough she never tried to look at my penis. You know, my most vivid memory of that little appointment was when I was lying down and she bent over to put the stethoscope of my chest. I could see right down her shirt where her breasts parted and my eyes just wouldn’t unfix from that delightful cleft until she stood back up and obscured it from my view. My penis started to stiffen again but it wasn’t anywhere near as bad as before. Nurse Carol was so calm about the whole affair that I didn’t worry about it quite so much. She made some calls in her office right next to me. The door was wide open so I could hear everything. She called my mom to let her know I was in the nurse’s office but she assured her that everything was OK. She then made another call. I think this was to a doctor because she described my condition in great detail. She listened and talked intermittently. With the odd ‘Mmhm’ and ‘Yes,’ and then hung up and strode back into my room and over to the cot where I was lying down. She took in a breath to speak and then, oddly enough, bent over like she had been before when she was listening to my heart so her face was a bit above mine. Her beautiful cleavage once more swam into view and my eyes unashamedly locked on it. Nurse Carol didn’t seem to care at all as she told me that everything was fine and that I would be going home early today. I barely heard it. I was more and more lost in the swell and heave of those glorious breasts. I wondered… I wondered what they would taste like if I bit into them.

    My mom picked me up about 20 minutes later. She spoke to the nurse behind closed doors before coming to get me and was all fussy; asking me how I was and if I felt ok. To tell you the truth in those early hours I was more confused than anything else. I was awash in strange sensations. I felt… warm, flushed even, from time to time and my thoughts would just scatter and reform endlessly. There was only one constant thing in my mind that I kept coming back to, Sharon. Sharon and the way she made me swell and want her in a way I didn’t understand at all.
    The car ride home was highly forgettable. The dim buzzing of mom’s incessant nagging from behind her brunette curls. ‘I want you to go and lie down straight away.’ ‘You need to drink plenty of liquid.’ It was like someone was reciting a health class manual. My mind wasn’t in a shape to think of her considerations anyway. I just sat in the vehicle watching all the objects in front of me approach, accelerate, and then flee beyond my peripheral vision. I think it was happening then on that ride. I felt nothing, totally empty, and then I felt hunger; not stomach hunger animal hunger. I wanted to dominate. I wanted to rip and tear and destroy. I wanted to inflict pain for the first time in my life and it felt… it was such a rush, such an incredible rush. The neighborhood flowing toward me darkened, drained into my eyes, and then I blacked out.


    A cool breeze woke me, the wafting sounds of my dark blue curtains agitated by the cool night air. Flecks of silver moonlight caught the undulating drapes to throw long lurid white scars across my first vision as I opened my eyes. Though the room was dark I felt more awake than I ever had in my life. I felt my heart beating strongly.
    I stood up, practically vaulting out of the bed. I heard voices from down the hall and smelled a dinner cooking, onions, garlic, butter and steam. My stomach growled but it was not food I was hungry for. The voices, all familiar. My mother, my sister Sandra, and… Shannon.
    The hallway light was briefly piercing as my eyes adjusted. I advanced toward the kitchen with vehement purpose.
    “Oh you’re up hon. Feeling any better? I was a little worried when you fell asleep in the car. You were a little warm when I checked your head”
    “Very much so mom.” The response was automatic. I didn’t even remember going from the car to my room. All I saw was Shannon. Her smiling face showed her concern even as mine reflected my burning need. A white undershirt with a pink top over it and khaki pants, and tumbling auburn locks framing her innocent, innocent, oh so innocent face.
    “Shannon came over to see how you were. She’s been watching TV with Sandra and I just started getting dinner r…”
    I pointed at Shannon, inverted my hand, crooked my finger, turned, and started stalking back to my room. Mother kept talking but paid no attention. Shannon’s head tipped to the side quizzically as she leaned forward and started to follow. My beckon had hooked her soul and now I led her like a lamb back to my room.
    “I’m really glad you’re feeling better. Some of the other kids said that you had a problem in g….mmph!”
    Just inside my doorway I had swiveled like a viper and locked her lips in a burning kiss. I didn’t know what a kiss was. I didn’t know how I even knew I wanted to do it but I wrapped my arms around her like steel clamps as I vented the very tip of my desire squarely onto her mouth. She had one sharp intake of breath, one stumbling loss of balance as her arms went wide and her feet back stepped in sudden shock and then after a few heartbeats she melted into me. Her arms returned my grip as vines feel their way up the tree that supports them and my tongue slithered into her mouth to dance with hers in a gyrating caress.
    What started as calm breaths from our noses got deeper and more rapid as we clung to each other. My eyes, closed, began to fill with red. I wanted more, needed more, and I was going to take more, much more.
    My hand in the small of her back slid backward, playing the cotton of her pink top like a fine instrument. Purposefully it coiled about her left breast and I squeezed. Her lips quivered in that instant. Her breath stopped and her tongue froze. Then her knees turned inward and her whole body trembled, twitching like a frightened dog.
    Our kiss broke and my eyes opened. Her gaze was staring up and her mouth stayed delicately open.
    “Yesssssss,” the ever so soft whisper escaped her throat.
    I lingered there for one perfect moment on the precipice of my fate staring into her glassy blue eyes. My choices plunged beneath me to either side, one or the other. It was no choice as I leaned toward my destiny and began the long plummet down.

    My hand gripping her soft breast raced up to her collar, grabbed a steely hold and tore down in a ripping violent stroke. Her acres of exposed flesh called out to me as her eyes, once so pitifully open, shut while her mouth ululated her desire.
    “YESSSSSS!” came her shout as her body responded to me.
    The world was gone as my hands became reaping hooks aimed at every scrap of her clothing that stood between me and the feast of her flesh. I seized the remaining flap of her collar not moved by my tearing and proceeded to split her top into rags. Shannon, sweet thing, did her best to try to wriggle her arms out of her sleeves as I flailed at the now sundered flaps of cloth. She had one arm out when I grabbed the center of her bra and wrenched violently.
    Shannon staggered forward as her bra was torn off and thrown across the room like an offending obstacle. And there they were. Two succulent creamy breasts quivering in the room’s dull overhead light. I felt like I grew fangs as my mouth raced to grip the dancing nipples pinioned upwards in the air. Shannon’s breath sucked in loudly as I drew that appetizing aureola as far behind my teeth as I could, clamping but not biting. I felt her hands clasp the back of my head as my tongue explored every raised surface of her nipple, dragging back and forth across her sweet skin.
    I could feel the bite of my pant’s zipper on my penis interrupt my voracious gorging. My head bobbed away from her breast and somewhere between her collar and the ceiling her mouth found mine for another kiss as my left hand raced to my constricting belt. There were clinks as my hands and hers struggled to free ourselves from our pants while our mouths acted like ephemeral tethers trying vainly to keep us attached to each other while we twisted to unburden ourselves of clothing.
    My underwear hit the floor just as Shannon was bending over to drop hers. My reaping hand was faster, snaking under the elastic and as Shannon uttered an orgasmic moan I wrenched the fabric away with a ripping pull. Devastated white and pink speckled panties crumpled to the floor to join the torn rags already waiting there.
    My right hand dove under and behind her legs slapping a gripping claw on on the soft folds of her ass as my left hand seized her about her right shoulder. Her breasts slapped against my chest as I whirled left and threw her onto my bed. The headboard slammed against the wall as Shannon bounced on the mattress, her hair tangling about her head.
    I stood there at the food of the bed and looked at her. My enraged cock aimed at her languid body sitting there with legs draping slightly to the side as her head slowly lifted to meet my gaze. Our eyes locked, mine were mad with desire, hers glistening with submission and need above her agape panting mouth. We paused there for a few moments as I drew all of her image into me then I licked my lips as she ever so slowly and deliberately began to spread her legs wide. Her foot left its companion behind inch by inch as her leg unfurled itself across the dark rumpled bedspread. And as her legs cascaded open her shoulders rolled back heaving her breasts upwards as her right hand wound down to her slit.
    Her unwinding leg reached its final destination while her breasts kept heaving with her panting breaths. Her fingers pressed down on the glistening folds of her cunt and with a barely audible wet slide she parted her cunt lips and surrendered herself to me.

    I pounced. I pounced like a panther leaping onto a deer. My hands found her upper arms and shoved her down onto the mattress deeply as I let out a bestial grunt. Her eyes went wide as saucers as I buried my cock into her dripping cunt.
    “Aaugh!” came the quivering cry from her shocked throat.
    I pumped once, twice, rocking her hip bones with the impact. I felt her warm wetness clinging to me, unwilling to let me go even as I slid back to hurl again into her slick hole.
    The rhythm began to take me and as I claimed her again and again my hands drew back from her upper arms and locked on her shaking breasts reveling in their fragile softness. My eyes were closed in the fullness of the experience, my cock gliding stroke by stroke along her very being igniting every nerve and sensation as it went for us both. But it was not enough.
    I gazed downward and found her again, her eyes puppy dog pools of an as yet unfulfilled need. Her arms slid, over the sides of her body and upwards past her spread knees. Her touch was feather light across my shoulders, tremulous as her hands fell down my arms. My hands tightened on her breasts, fingers digging painfully into her soft flesh. She gasped loudly at the pain and tried to push her chest out to me more. Her slender fingers encircled my wrists caressingly and then with pleading pressure she began to guide my crushing fingers upwards, away from her mauled breasts, to her pulsing white throat.

    The headboard of the bed slapped the offending wall. Punishing it for it’s obstruction. My hands twisted in anticipation as her gentle press dragged them further and further, amidst her shallow breaths, inexorably up to her tender throat. Gleefully my digits swarmed over her most vital junction, my thumbs interlocking above her windpipe.
    Her hands slid away and downwards to grab her breasts, leaving my brutal grasp poised around her neck. Her eyes, still demure dark pools of need, swelled with anxious nervous tears as she begged.
    “Please… … hurt… me.”
    For her impudence, I choked her.

    Her head jerked as my hips continued their assault, my fingers tightening, and my thumbs pressing down onto her windpipe. It was glorious. Those pleading eyes widening along with her mouth as her cheeks flushed red and the soft sweet gurgle of her pitiful attempts to breathe. All the while her pulsing pussy continued to grip my cock.
    Pink, red, and when her face turned ever so slightly purplish she squirmed fiercely once more. Her arms slammed down into the mattress pushing her tits up at me while her legs suddenly clamped me and locked me close as her cunt frantically convulsed around my cock.
    I could feel a swelling surge in my manhood beginning to build but it was too soon. I paused, my back muscles flexing to keep myself as fully inside her as possible as she continued to shudder. Release would only leave me still hungry after the meal and I wanted so badly to be totally fully satiated.
    My fingers relaxed their iron bands just as Shannon’s eyes were rolling up into their sockets. No my lovely. You wouldn’t escape so easily.
    I slapped her sharply across the face and heard the raspy draw of a pitiable breath. I watched her expression for signs of returning consciousness as I held off on my pummeling of her cunt edging myself back down. I was not even remotely done with her.
    A few more ragged breaths escaped her lips as her cheek color lightened to a blazing red again from its former violet. I moved my face to her throat and within a few inches sensing the heat radiating from her flushed skin.
    My tongue snaked out to the base of her throat just as she let out a weak cough. Good girl. I want you feel all of it. I want to feel you experiencing all of it. I could feel the throbbing of her arteries under her skin as I slid my tongue up her neck tasting her sweat and excitement. Salt and roughness with an ever so coppery tinge. I wanted to taste her. To truly taste her.
    My tongue ran back down her neck and over her collar to her right breast and there my mouth descended, talon teeth raking in for my first ever bite.
    Shannon’s back arched again pushing her breast forward and I felt her hand on the back of my head pushing me down onto her nipple. My teeth continued to crush down in what I knew would begin as a pressure, soon became a pinch, and hovered tensely on just before what I knew would be rapt and penetrating pain.
    But still her hand kept up its press, urging me deeper, and I heard her cracked voice.
    “Take… me,… take whatever you want.”
    I began to gyrate my hips, grinding my pelvis against her slick clit, and I bit.
    “Auuuugh!” Shannon exclaimed as the snap of resistance against my teeth gave way. Warm wetness welled around my lips and I tasted the tang of blood in my mouth, “So…” she squeaked, “…good!”
    I ground my teeth against the coppery flow, tearing further and further into the quivering flesh of her tit. Shannon’s raspy breaths turned back into panting gulps and the press of her hand behind my head gained strength as she aided me in her ruin. My teeth clicked together separated only by a thin layer of breast fat and gristle. I had one of the things I wanted most, a deep deep taste of her.
    My hips drew back … and slammed home.
    Shannon moaned as I began fucking her again, her hand growing slack behind me as the fresh wave of pleasure washed over her. Deep within me once again I began to feel a distant building. This time I would carry it all the way.
    My head reared, releasing the torn nipple hanging into her by the remaining threads of tissue, and just as quickly sliced into her remaining unmarred breast. There was no pause or hesitation this time. I struck like the adder struck Cleopatra. Biting, burying, tearing, and blood.
    “Oh God!,” cried Shannon as her arms encircled my back.
    My cock was slicing into her too with long smooth strokes. I felt myself getting closer. I knew how this would end. This would be perfect.
    My jaws widened and my tongue ejected the mangled flesh from behind my teeth. A deep nasal intake of breath reeking of sweat, sex, heat, and blood accompanied my head’s rise from her mangled tit to her glossy throat. Still bright red from the throttling I had given her and sheened with her sweat from the fucking I had given her. I heard the wet slap of our meeting bodies, her juices having soaked everything in the area.
    I felt the surge within me rising ever higher as my lips played out over her throat. Shannons little pants and moans urging me on. My lips locked, sucked, and nipped. She knew what I wanted and her encircling arms tightened as she whispered it ever so softly right into my ear.
    “Do it…, use me…, take me… … kill me.”
    The first spasm ran up the length of my cock as my teeth tore into her throat. My cum erupted deep into her cunt as her life blood erupted deep into my mouth.
    “Aauughhhhhh!” was her soprano cry accompanied by my basso groan.
    Our chord raged as my manhood pulsed again sending a second tide of cum smashing into the entrance to her womb. My hips pressed full against her wetness as I fought to unleash my full orgasm into her weakening body, but the flow of my seed ebbing as Shannon’s gripping arms began to slide limply off my back.
    The dulling embers of our coupling began to spread a warm glow back through me as I backed my head away from the ragged running tear I had savaged into her throat. Her face was so pale, so very very pale. Her wide eyes smiled at me with the twinkle of snow reflecting a flame as her mouth weakly curled into a beatific expression. Her trembling fingers reached over to delicately cup my blood covered jaw and temple.
    “Thank … y…” and then her eyes stared beyond mine with her face holding that dreaming expression of contentment.

    Chapter 2 – This World

    Fear. Fear is such a striking emotion. It reaches up from the back of our minds to make anything from the threatening to the commonplace seem so compromising to our survival that there can be only two options, you must fight or flee. In that bedroom long ago as the remains of my first unforced orgasm leaked out of Shannon’s dead cunt and the bedsheets around her head began to blossom with a spreading crimson halo, I felt fear. Fear and surprise really. I lingered over Shannon’s beautiful devastated body for a few tender moments and then rolled off her only to see standing in the doorway one of my two sisters, Sandra, one hand down her jeans pants, the other grasping one of her tits under her shirt rubbing herself furiously. She certainly showed not the slightest wisp of surprise but just kept sweeping her eyes over Shannon’s corpse and my groin.
    I on the other hand knew that even though I had never known a thing such as murder before and had no knowledge of it that somehow I felt I was going to be punished for what I had done. Shock, panic, fear, and certain knowledge that I was discovered all swirled into a tornado of confusion in my mind. My sister, still fingering herself slowly, only watched me with… desire? … as I picked up my clothes and escaped out the window into the night.
    I will not elaborate on the time that followed. Suffice it to say that I ran, from what I didn’t quite know, but I felt as if I was caught there would be terrible consequences to my actions. I slept wherever I could find a roof to keep the rain off my head and I ate whatever I could find or take and I hid from… everyone I could whenever I could.
    Several months passed. I grew rather skinny and very disheveled. My method of shaving was just clipping at annoying hairs with a pair of scissors I had found. And then, rather unexpectedly, I was caught.
    It was at the food court of a local mall. I pieced together later that a security person had seen me taking french fries from a garbage bin and called a police officer, a once in a lifetime event for a mall security employee. The officer had looked up my face on her data pad and since there were very few missing persons she placed me immediately.
    She called out my name and I froze. I sensed that this was somehow a complete turning point in my life and everything hereafter would be boundlessly bad. The officer approached me.
    “What a relief to find you. Your mother must be worried sick. If you’ll come with me I’ll drive you home.”
    “Home?” I inquired, “Not to the central security office?”
    “Of course not to the central security office. The instructions are implicit. I’m to take you home immediately.”
    She flashed me a beaming look and I, unsure of what to say just followed her to the patrol car and got in.

    Mother was overjoyed to see me, and fussed over my looks. Sandra gave me a big hug that lingered and she leaned her head into my shoulder like she had never done before. My other sister Mary gave me a hug too The officer confirmed my identity with my mother and left after a few moments.
    “Well,” my mother stated, “you need to go get cleaned up and have a good long shower. I cleaned up your room for…”
    “My room!?,” I interrupted.
    “Yes honey, your room. I cleaned it up for you and changed the bedding. That was some chore you left.”
    “You… know?”
    “Know what sweety? Oh yes your little friend,” my mother chuckled, “I threw her in the trash bin so you don’t need to worry. I mean I hope you didn’t need any of her because after this long she’s going to be far too rotted to be of any use.”
    “And the trash collector?”
    “What about the trash collector?”
    “Did she see?”
    “Of course she saw sweety. She helped me cut Sharon’s legs off so she’d fit into a proper trash bag right.”
    “And Sharon’s family?”
    “Honey I don’t know why you keep going on about this. I called her mother that night to let her know.”
    “And?”
    “And what? Oh, she did say she’d love to meet you sometime.”
    “Um… thanks mom.”
    “You’re welcome dear, now go shower. All that time away has really made you smell awful. Just put all those dirty clothes in the hamper and I’ll do laundry later tonight.”
    “Ok.”
    I walked confusedly down the hallway. No punishment, no… justice, I think that was the word. My old soiled clothes came off and with all the strangeness surrounding the current situation I simply strode naked across the hall and into the bathroom.
    The shower felt amazing. I find that the longer you go without one the more intense the feeling of scouring joy as the hot water rushes over your skin and sinks down into your muscles and bones. The soap seems to shed your old skin and help you don a fresh new one and your sud filled hands massage new clarity into your scalp as the shampoo frees your hair of the oily filth that time places there.
    I emerged from the swirling steam and heat feeling refreshed, hungry, and … horny. My dick twitched half erect remembering the storm of sensation that had claimed me not twenty feet away just a few months ago. I heard a gasp at the door and looked over to see it widely ajar. The ghost of Mary’s face vanished as it whipped away but Sandra’s remained for a moment biting her lower lip and staring at my cock before she too swiveled out of view. I remember thinking it was strange but I was somehow neither embarrassed nor ashamed. Both of my sisters were women now after all and not girls anymore and Sandra at least had been party to my ravening on Sandra. Doubtless Mary had seen that pale red ruin in the trash at some point too.
    Everything was so strange. No consequence. A world simply given to me.
    I shut the door to my room and collapsed into a clean bed for the first time in ages. The soft sheets seemed to swirl over my flesh and try to swallow me. I remember thinking before I dropped off that I could still smell the faint whiff of blood and it was so very very sweet.

    The gentle warmth of sunlight woke me up the next morning. I had slept so long that all the bedclothes felt extra fuzzy and smooth to my sleep cushioned senses. I lay there on my stomach acutely aware of the raging hard on beneath me rubbing against the sheet. It’s lightning sensations of carnal friction mingled with my growing desire to pee.
    I tried to enjoy the comfortable sheets for a few more moments but I knew that the growing wakefulness would never let me slip back into my wonderful bloody dreams. I took an extra breath of the bedclothes and got up.
    The urge to pee was starting to get uncomfortable so I headed for the bathroom. I noted that my previously shut bedroom door was half open though the carpet left no real hints as to who had opened it or if they had crept into my room. I paused at my doorway. The bathroom door was shut and the sounds of the shower running were audible. How we three people had lived in a home with a single bathroom for so long so amicably was a mystery I dared not think long on. But today was different. No consequence. I opened the bathroom door and strode in.
    The room was awash with steam and I could hear a low girlish hum from the shower which halted abruptly with my entrance. It was Sandra in the shower.
    I went to the toilet , opened my drawers and began to relieve myself somewhat awkwardly. Pissing out of the end of a full mast erection required some odd bending and I was unused to it. I knew what was going to happen before it even did and my eyes’ periphery registered the unmistakable movement of the shower curtain sliding back ever so slightly as I stood there pissing. I thought I heard more movement from the shower and before the last drops exited my dick I picked up a barely audible little gasping moan. No consequence, only desire, my desire.
    I turned to see a form hazily hidden behind the shower curtain. A grasping hand pulling an eye view to me while the rest of the form leaned back against the shower’s rear wall. A flesh colored opacity of a left arm drifted down between the hazy figure’s legs and there made a blurry and indistinct motion.
    Her right eye watched me from behind the pulled back curtain with the fragmentary face rocking in such a way to suggest heavy breathing. As we looked into each other’s eyes I heard her moan again, louder.
    My right hand batted both the curtain and her own hand off to the side. She let her arm fall back and her glistening body was revealed to me in all it’s glory. Her damp hair with white wisps of suds still entangled in it clung to her body. Between her legs she had shoved two fingers into her flowing cunt which continued to pump under my gaze.
    My cock stood proud, pointing up at her as if it had selected her from a line of thousands to be my next victim. Sandra’s eyes descended on it as if it were made of gold.
    “You want this?” I crooned in a gravely voice.
    She nodded up and down quickly but she made no move towards me. She just continued to slowly finger herself.
    I let the moment linger uncomfortably long as I felt my lips curl into a smile. I can only imagine what it was like for Sandra. Standing at someone’s door expecting to be let in but the invitation never came. The awkward moment when you are afraid they will reject you. When that reasoning hit her I saw her eyes flash up from my cock and widen needfully as they met mine.
    “…Please…?” she whispered.
    I stretched out my left hand and placed it gingerly atop her head and then I bore down on it with a gentle pressure. Sandra’s legs bent like yielding reeds and she dropped to her knees before my towering cock.
    “Open your mouth,” I commanded.
    Sandra, good girl that she was, opened wide.
    My hand atop her head balled into a fist, gathering her wet clinging hair into a gripping knot, and I pulled her mouth smoothly over my dick.
    I had never had a blowjob before that, much less a throat fuck. It was odd feeling the nibs of her teeth sliding past my shaft as I glided along her tongue and pressed on towards her throat. I pulled her hair remorselessly toward me and I could feel the tip of my cock being forced downwards to follow the curve of her throat.
    As I felt Sandra’s gag clench I moved her head back so that my dick was only filling her mouth. I felt her cough and sputter around it. Then, without a word, I pulled her onto me again. Back and rest, a third time, more coughing and she almost wretched. A fourth time, a fifth, and by the sixth invasion of her throat I saw her left arm moving again and I knew that her fingers were curling into her pussy to milk her cunt juice once more.
    I gave in to my abandon and began to fuck Sandra’s face.
    “Did you like what you saw that night with Shannon?”
    “Mmmmph…” wet slaps echoed on the shower walls.
    “Did you watch me fuck her?”
    “Mmmm hhhmmph” and Sandra’s shoulders arched backwards as her left arm drooped allowing her to shove her fingers even deeper into her cunt.
    “Did you know what I was going to do to her?”
    “Mmmmmm”
    “Did you cum as you watched us?”
    “Mmmm hmmph.”
    “Did you cum when I tore out her throat?”
    “MMMMMMmmmm!” Sandra tensed and I could feel her hand in her pussy quicken its motions. I could feel my own orgasm fast approaching as I continued to use her mouth as a fuck sleeve.
    Then, still slamming her face into my cock, I hunched over as much as possible and whispered, “Did you wish I had been fucking and killing you?”
    Sandra erupted in orgasm. Her fingers lessened their mad dance on her cunt as her thighs clamped together and her muscles quivered. I pumped her face twice more and then slammed it down hard on my cock as I came in a torrent down her throat. My hands locked behind her head and held her there pinioned on my throbbing dick pulsing load after load of cum deep inside her. A heartbeat passed, two, as I emptied myself inside her. Then the start as she tried to pull back and couldn’t, my grip holding firm.
    “Did you want this?” Her arms came quickly up to my thighs and for a moment, a very brief moment, she tried to push away, but then they fell back to her sides. I looked down then at her lovely face, buried to the hilt on my cock with her eyes beginning to fill with tears, gazing lovingly back at me. We stayed like that as I saw her color flush and redden on her cheeks. I felt her shift weakly and saw that her right hand had now moved to her pussy and had begun to gyrate on her clit. She never stopped looking at me as two tears ran off either side of her face. I felt her throat trying to contract madly around my softening member her ancient instincts doing everything involuntarily that they could to cough out the blockage to her rapidly depleting air.
    “Do you want to be like Shannon?”
    I felt Sandra nod weakly around my dick as her eyes began to roll up her head. Her hand fingering her cunt slowly slackened. I could almost feel the frantic beating of her heart as her eyes lost focus amidst the purpling background of her face.
    My hands unclasped and her limp form slowly slid off my saliva slick cock and collapsed onto the shower floor as the steam swirled about. I leaned over and ran my hands along her still body, gripping her taut nipples, and sliding a finger into her sopping cunt. Then I pulled my arm back and slammed a vicious punch into her stomach.
    Sandra’s mouth and eyes went wide as a gob of cum and brownish chyme erupted out of her mouth to splat against the inner walls of the tub and then she sucked in a coughing sputtering breath.
    “It will happen when I want it to happen cunt. Not when you want it to happen. Do you understand?”
    She coughed again, nodded, and weakly croaked, “Yes.”
    “Good.” I stood up, angled the hot drizzle of the shower stream onto my recuperating sister, and went to go get breakfast.

    Chapter 3 – Notice

    It was left on the doorstep almost a month and a half after I returned home. A battered looking flat parcel for sending documents addressed to me. It had taken quite some time for several reasons. First off, whatever machine had printed the address had clearly been ill maintained to a point that it had barely worked. The text on the papers it contained was also barely legible. The parcel had been practically mauled by whatever mechanical conveyance had shipped it out, another machine at the point of complete break down I surmised. It was a wonder that whatever automatic system had sent this to me had even managed to cough out this sickly notice. I doubted it would ever work again for another. I had, at this point, already begun to explore my depravity and I, being young at the time, did not care from whence the fountain of my social invulnerability sprung. I had already tested its depths on two occasions more than I have already detailed and found them quite bottomless. I had already begun to suspect that my world had been crafted in some way to make my eccentricity and possibly other insane nuances possible. I had mused if I were in some computer simulation, in some bizarre alien psychological testing facility, in some reality show beyond the scope of budget or morality, but the simplest solution was that the wealthy and erudite of the globe had slowly crafted the world to their liking using all manner of cultural and scientific innovation to do so until they had made their perfect playground. Perhaps then they had all died off. Perhaps people of my particular malevolence were simply so spread apart in this place that we did not come into contact with each other. I didn’t know. I didn’t care, and the notice only spread a final layer of grounded material certainty on top of what I already suspected.

    N*ame: Mr. ******** ***********
    Age: Err*r
    Emer*gent Date: Error – *alendar *fflin*
    Autho*rizati*n Pr*file: *redator/Ki*ler
    *egions of *llowed o*eration: Globa*
    Undul*ence T*reshold: Un*imited

    Congratulations ************ ************ on your em*rgence from au**orized here*ity Han***4012, C***oration Index 2*. You are a**orded all the privileges of y**r h**edity and are free to exer**se them an***ere in the world. Al* chattel will be extre**ly happy to res*ond to any com*ands and are c**pelled to non inter**ence and assistance with your play. Go *ut and enj*y your *orld des***dant of *anson4**2.

    There were other papers in there detailing things I could do and things which were available to me. Some of which were so badly mangled that I couldn’t read them. Naturally there was no return address and our regular mail courier had not been the one to deliver it, or she had and was part of the same construct I was and thus simply had no recollection of it. Either way the result was much the same.
    I was a sick psyche locked in a world designed for him to play with it. I remember reading the notice and having a good long think in my room as my sister slowly bobbed her head up and down on my cock. It was time to break some toys.

    Chapter 4 – Deli Aisle

    Chronology is pointless when you talk about a life like mine. Every day I awake to some new things, but as with any fire amidst the sparks is just a lot of warm air and void. And as with any life, when you think back and remember it, you tend to only remember those moments that were sparks and burned brighter than the rest of the night.

    It was a grocery store and I had gone in to get eggs and some other sundries. I let my eyes wander over the women I saw as I walked through judging them much the same way I would the quality of the produce. Nice face, nice ass, nice legs. I hadn’t even planned on doing anything but shopping until I passed the deli aisle.
    She was just so damn, cute. A big round face with gorgeous smiling eyes that looked like they came from a teddy bear. A bunch of golden curls that tumbled from under that little counter girl’s paper hat down the white collared shirt and spilled over the swelling breasts hidden beneath the red apron with the green border. Oh she had a glorious rack under there and I knew it.
    Such a smile as she cheerfully helped customer after customer, wishing everyone a nice day and laughing at the little banter jokes. Her plastic sheathed hands were expressive when she wasn’t loading the meats into the large mechanical slicer and drawing it back and forth, back and forth; reducing the bulk flesh into tender succulent slices. I saw what I wanted, took a number and got in line.
    “Twenty four please… Oh Hi! What can I get for you today?” her eyes gleamed brightly as she saw I was a male. There were, after all not that many of us in town and I, in particular, have an effect on just about every lady I meet which I noticed as the girl curled her lower lip under her front teeth after addressing me, her pupils widening.
    Her name tag read ‘Hello my name is BRIANNA.’
    “Hi Brianna. I was really after something special today.” Brianna’s eyes swept along the transparent chiller in front of her trying to predict which of the sale items I would want. But as I spoke I was already moving into the employee entrance to the deli area, a black hinged gate between two deli coolers. A quick slide of the lock and it was opening before me.
    “Um… ok. Ham is on sale today for…”
    “I wasn’t really thinking of ham,” I told her as I approached. “I was thinking,” I slid behind her. “…Of something,” I reached my hands over her shoulders and pulled her golden locks tenderly back behind her head, “…really special.” I slid my hands under her arms and grasped her full tits through her apron and shirt.
    Brianna drew her breath in hotly and arched back ever so slightly into my erotic grasp while stretching her arms upwards to give me better access.
    “I’m, not sure I understand.” She said through deepening breaths.
    I leaned close, “I guess I’ll have to show you then,” I whispered in her ear.
    My hands dropped from their clasp and went to the small of Brianna’s back. A quick tug and the apron knot gave way. I slipped the other end over her head and started to work on the buttons of her shirt.
    Brianna was still confused about what I wanted but was no less turned on by what I was doing. She let out a soft contented moan and slid her hand back behind her ass to rub my hard on through my pants.
    My hands continued to work the buttons on her shirt from top to bottom revealing a glorious cleavage heaving with her deep breaths. I kept working my way down and when I hit the bottom of her shirt I undid the top button of her pants and unzipped them.
    Briannas friction on my cock was becoming almost unbearable at this point and her moans took on a frustrated edge as my straining pants continued to shield her smooth hands from my dick.
    I seized her collar and drew her shirt off her shoulders. The pressure her hands could no longer keep up was immediately replaced by her ass as she ground into me. I could feel the heat from her as I pulled her shirt off of her arms and let it fall to the floor.
    Brianna stood up abruptly. Her arms now free they dove to her pants and she strove to remove the offending obstruction between her flesh and mine. I did likewise and my cock sprang free brushing along her ass and leaving a clear coat of pre cum in a glistening line as I marked her as mine.
    Brianna tried to turn to face me but I caught her shoulders to keep her facing forward toward all the other customers witnessing the show. Open heaving breathing mouths, smiles, and biting lips as they watched me strip the counter girl in front of them. Two women with easier access, one in yoga pants and the other in sweats, already had hands down their pants and one woman was grabbing one of her tits through her shirt as I led Brianna by her shoulders to stand in front of the meat slicer.
    “Lean forward,” I commanded.
    Brianna complied happily and stretched out her ass toward me. I could see her juices glistening down her leg. I grabbed my cock and slid it into her glistening hole.
    She was slick. Her cunt was like pumping a velvet glove as I watched her beautiful curls bounce with each forceful thrust amidst the moans of a bitch in heat.
    More people gathered to watch us and I watched two blonde cuties in the back of the assembled women kiss. I fucked Brianna hard for a few minutes and felt her pleasure and mine build. Then I slid my hands up from her hips and unhooked her bra strap.
    Brianna’s voluptuous tits tumbled free as I threw the bra onto the floor. I leaned hard into her, pressing her breasts against the silent slicing machine as I continued to work her slathering cunt.
    “Now,” I smoothly intoned into her ear while giving it a playful nip, “about my order.”
    “Oh… ugh… I see …ugh, sir,” she said in that same cheerful bubbly voice. Her pussy was clenching harder on me as she realized what I wanted and her legs tightened closer. “How … unh… thick would you like them … unh… sliced?”
    “Hmmm,” I muttered between grunts. My hands came up and I started to grope her lovely tits. I slid my hands all over them, I grabbed them. I seized her nipples and twisted hard, eliciting a squeak of pain and excitement. “Put it on your medium setting.”
    “Yes…unh… sir,” came the cheerful reply. Her hands adjusted the machine’s settings and slid metal parts out of the way to make room for what she knew was about to happen.
    “Now turn it on.”
    Her fingers caressed the switch for a brief moment, I could feel her pussy gushing, and then activated the machine.
    Her legs were already beginning to tremble as she leaned forward on her own; mashing those beautiful mammaries onto the cold shining steel of the meat slicer.
    “Serve me,” and she moved her body to the left, sweeping her tits onto the spinning razor sharp blade.
    “Hhhhaaaauuuuggggghhhhh!” Brianna’s whole body bucked in orgasm as the steel sliced a cold cut layer of tit flesh off of her chest to plop wetly onto the little metal tray beneath. Two little impacts as her nipples came cleanly off.
    Her torso moved to the right again as I buried my cock to the hilt in her throbbing pussy and began to gyrate my hips onto her clit.
    “So…” she exclaimed, and then sheared to the left again, “GOOD!,” as the whirling steel took another layer of her beautiful tits and two more slices dropped into the serving tray.
    Back and forth, “Uuuunnnnggghhh!,” back and forth, “Yes!”
    More fleshy slices fell onto the tray as I kept my cock dancing in Brianna’s dripping cunt. I could feel my own orgasm build as the beautiful cheerful girl with the smiling eyes and expressive hands ravaged her own breasts for my pleasure. I couldn’t last much longer.
    My eyes leaned to the right where another counter girl with dark hair and an aroused expression leaned against the counter with her hand in her pants and her fingers in her cunt watched us with heavy breaths. My eyes locked with hers adamantly and then mine moved to a large knife I saw on a rear table and then back to the panting counter girl. She nodded and moved to obey.
    Back and forth, back and forth to the rhythm of her moans.
    Brianna was moving more weakly now and I was growing ever closer to ogasm. Blood dripped over the gleaming steel of the meat slicer. Those once proud smooth quivering tits were now in a pile of delicate slices under the machine.
    Brianna moved back to the right for the final time and stayed there, still moaning with each thrust of mine but no longer sweeping herself over the blades. There was no more meat left to take.
    I reached down with my left hand and gathered up her golden curls into a knot tight in my fist, then with a gasp from her mouth, I jerked her sweat and blood sheened body back up into a standing position.
    “That looks very nice” I said as she turned her happy eyes back to meet mine. She smiled.
    “Is there anything else…,” she panted “…I can get you?”
    I held out my right hand and the other counter girl placed the knife in it. Brianna’s smile went wider.
    I thrust my hips hard. “OOoohhhh!” Brianna moaned as I started to fuck her again. I twisted the knife in my grip so that the blade faced upwards. I increased my pace and ferocity as I trailed the knife down from Brianna’s delicate throat, my cock throbbing, over the red ruin of her now bereft chest, her pussy clenching, over her belly, my balls tightening, and let the point stop just below her belly button.
    “Please,” she whispered on the edge of orgasm, “do it.”
    I exploded inside her juicy cunt as my knife dove into her tender flesh. My cum washed in hot heaving spurts into her twitching pussy as I sawed upwards, spilling Brianna’s glistening guts while she came all over me.

    I stood there in the aftermath, the knife halted by Brianna’s breastbone and a line of savaged flesh trailing back down toward her cunt. My hand grasping her hair was the only thing keeping her from toppling. Brianna’s pale face turned toward me with a wan smile still decorating her bluing lips.
    “Thank you… for shopping at…” and then the light behind those smiling eyes, went out.

    I let the body slide to the floor and I saw the other counter girl getting out a large black trash bag. I looked out at the assembled women and noted my place behind the counter.
    “Anyone else need anything while I’m here?”
    All the women raised their hands.

    Chapter 5 – Failure to Plan

    Having your kit with you is important if you plan on really indulging yourself or even just doing what you really want to do. When I first figured out what I was in this world and slowly sank into sanguine comfort with it I thought that everything I would need would just be there for my asking or taking. But I soon realized that if you want to do things right you need to put in some work. If you don’t sharpen the axe it’s just gonna pound and not chop, if it’s just an axe from a hardware store it’s not gonna have an edge near wide enough to properly remove a head, and if you don’t bring a spare set of clothes you’re gonna end up leaving blood stains all over your car. These were awkward little lessons I learned from experience to experience but the first time I ever really picked up on it was when I decided to accept an invitation. Shannon’s… (you remember Shannon right? My first girl ever. Tore her throat out with my teeth as she came all over me. I know I’ll never forget her)… anyway Shannon’s mom Denise had been wanting to meet me ever since she found out what I did to her little girl. At first she would just call my mom from time to time and ask about me. At that point I was depopulating and awakening at a rather fevered pace but in a very amateurish manner so I didn’t really fancy taking the time to go to someone when there was a virtual buffet of satisfaction hovering around me all the time. But eventually I slowed down and Denise’s calls became more and more frequent with my mother never failing to remind me each time. One night I figured, ‘what the hell? She’s been waiting an age, may as well go see her and see what she’s like?’

    Shannon’s mom’s house was in a nice little neighborhood of medium sized dwellings. I remember that the sun was shining bright on a summer day when I rang the doorbell and Denise opened it. Denise was a very pretty lady and I could see where Shannon had gotten a lot of her features from. They had a similar arch of brow and the same sharp nose line. Denise had round plump tits which Shannon had lacked even before my mouth had torn into them.

    “Oh good afternoon!” Denise trilled, “Please come in. I’ve been wanting to meet you for so long. Can I get you anything to drink? We have water, tea, lemonade, soda…”
    “You know a cup of tea would be absolutely lovely. I haven’t had tea in ages.”
    “Sure. Have a seat and I’ll get that for you.”
    Denise scurried off to the kitchen followed by the trail of the light sun dress she wore. She was a pretty lady. I sank down into the folds of the comfortable sofa in their living room and looked about. Lots of tan and yellow accents about the room caught the sunlight streaming in through the windows and I noted the staircase that went up to the second floor and the little, almost balcony like area that would let someone get to the top of the stairs, take a left, and then be able to turn around and look over the whole of the living room with a railing in front of them and what I was sure was a hallway extending back into the rooms of the second floor. I also noted that this house was a bit big even for two people. I wondered if Shannon had had a sister
    The light clink of tea cups alerted me to Denise’s return as she approached with two steaming cups. I took one and sipped cautiously, not wishing to scald my tongue.
    “How is it?” Denise purred.
    “It’s good. Is this some sort of blackberry?”
    “It’s actually a blueberry and raspberry blend.” Denise unfurled herself down on the couch next to me with her own cup, the fabric of her sun dress spreading out to meld with the soft substance of the couch.
    “It’s delicious, somehow tart but smooth at the same time.”
    Our conversation went through the building stages of small talk, what a nice day it was, how things were going, how my family was, and in a very small amount of time I found myself thoroughly enjoying my afternoon as the tea sank into my bones, the couch assuaged my muscles, and Denise’s infectious pleasantness surrounded me. We talked for long hours and found out that we both really enjoyed that comedy series which was topping the charts on the streaming service we both subscribed to. I learned that Denise lived here with her other daughter Carla who had promptly moved into Shannon’s larger room after I killed her sister. Our cups were refilled and drained several more times. I was just noticing how far the sunbeams from the window had changed position since I had arrived when Denise popped the question that I knew she had been wanting to ask.
    “So how was Shannon?”
    I paused and thought about it. “You know. You can’t really categorize your first on the same scale as everyone else. She’ll always be my first, forever. It’s almost like a rainbow. You’ll see many over the course of your life but if you’re lucky enough to remember your first one nothing will ever replace that sense of wonder you got from it no matter it’s quality.”
    Denise nodded sagely. “I think about it a lot.”
    “You mean you think about her a lot?” I blanched, worried that Denise might have been overcome by a hidden sense of loss or sorrow that I had not picked up on since I had arrived. Nothing I had seen or sensed so far had given me that impression.
    “No. I think about it a lot. You and her both, together….” a little embarrassed grin flickered over Denise’s features. “…fucking.”
    “Ah.” I smiled. “Worried that your daughter got a one up on you in the end?”
    “Maybe a bit.” Denise flushed red and moved her legs closer together. “I just… keep picturing it.”
    “And how does it make you feel?”
    “Really, really, hot.” She broke eye contact and let out a little giggle. “I can’t believe I’m saying all this to you. It’s so embarrassing.”
    “No it’s not. Come here.” I patted my lap playfully and Denise flowed languidly over the couch and snuggled herself under my arm as she laid her head on my right shoulder. “There’s no need to be embarrassed.” My right hand came up and caressed Denise’s right breast through the thin fabric of the sun dress. She wasn’t wearing a bra and the slide of the fabric over her sultry flesh was delightful.
    “Mmmmmmmm,” Denise hummed in approval with her eyes closed.
    “I meet women every day with needs and without exception those needs coincide with mine. So it’s no shame that you might feel the same way too.”
    “I saw her body,” Denise murmured. “I saw those big gouges you left in her breasts.” Her left hand slid down to her thigh and she slid her silky dress up to bare most of it. It lingered there, rubbing back and forth over the tanned flesh. “She was so pale, so beautifully pale from all the blood loss.”
    My light caress of her breast was turning into a firmer grope, my fingers circling her nipple as she went on.
    “And her pussy. It was so wet…” Denise’s legs spread wider but her hand stayed resolutely on her thigh as if she did not dare to touch herself in my presence. “I could see your cum, leaking out of her.”
    My hand snaked under her collar and played over her flesh like a pianist making love to a keyboard.
    “Unnnnnhhhhh.” Denise began a subtle and gentle writhing, rocking her hips gently to and fro as her right hand curled in running along the length of her inner thigh but still keeping clear of her cunt which I knew was beginning to moisten.
    “Do you want it Denise? Do you want me to do to you what I did to your daughter?”
    “Mmmmmm, yes,” her left hand dropped down and began to draw up her dress to bare her other leg leaving just a thin flap of material like a loincloth covering her cunt. “But I want it to be different. I want it to be something special, just for you and me.”
    My mind cascaded over the possibilities of all the ways to end this lovely squirming lady. There were probably knives in the kitchen. They may have rope around somewhere. Maybe something electrical, I had never really played with that at all. I needed more time to think. Maybe…
    And then my eyes flicked up to the little platform at the top of the stairs and I saw a face barely visible in the dimness of the upper hall. Little Carla was watching, watching me grope her mother’s tits as she moaned and ran her hands up and down her thighs.
    “Carla.” I called. “Come here girl.”
    Denise began to start up but my hand holding her tits kept her held down.
    “It’s ok.” I whispered in Denise’s ear. “If you liked the idea of me fucking and killing Shannon then you’re going to love this.”
    Denise’s lips trembled and her legs flexed as Carla came down the stairs toward us. She walked slowly, sensuously. Her nipples stood out like beacons under her white T-shirt and the nylon tights she wore did little to hide the damp cunt juice spreading from between her legs.
    “Hi Carla,” I intoned with a gracious nod as she approached.
    “Hi,” She shyly smiled.
    “You know who I am right?”
    “Yes.” She came right up to us. standing between her mother’s spread legs; her eyes fixed hypnotically on the pair of us.
    “Carla we have a little problem. Your mother has asked me to do something special for her and I want to help her out. But, I think I need a helper for this. Do you want to help?”
    “Mmmmmmmnnnnn,” came Denise’s moan as her thigh traveling hands came close to her pussy and shied away.
    Carla bit her lower lip, and nodded.
    “Good, kneel.” Carla sank to her knees in front of her mother. “Lean forward.” Carla obeyed. “Now, lick your mother.”

    Carla’s tongue slid out and licked the now damp fabric sticking to her mother’s slit. Denise’s hands left her thighs as she gasped sharply at the explosively pleasurable sensation that pulsed from her clit to her brain. Her right hand found her breast and her left hand serpentined towards my cock which was already straining in my pants.
    Carla did not wait long to brush the interfering flap of the sun dress aside before diving her tongue wholeheartedly into her mother’s pussy and Denise moaned ecstatically.
    A little fumbling with my zipper and Denise was stroking my erect hardness gingerly. It was quite a sight to see them there. I had never had a mother and daughter screw each other before.
    “How… uummmnnnn… are you going to do it?” breathed Denise.
    “I thought it might be fun,” I whispered in Denise’s ear, “If I fucked your pretty cunt while we watch your other daughter strangle to death in a noose.”
    “OOOhhhhhhhh!” Denise grabbed Carla’s head and shoved it hard into her pussy as she came.
    I stood up. “I think I’ll let you two entertain yourselves for a little bit while I get what we need.”
    And here I hit my problem. I searched that house for a good long while trying to find the things I was after. Ever try to find rope in a stranger’s house while the remaining family members fuck in the living room? You can’t exactly walk up to someone with their tongue buried in someone’s else’s snatch and say ‘Hey, sorry to bother you at an awkward moment but can you show me where you might be keeping some rope so I can hang your daughter while we get each other off?’
    Thirty goddamn minutes as I searched the place. And with my mind being off sex my cock had wound itself right down. What a pain in the ass. I didn’t even find any rope either. Clothesline breaks ladies and gentlemen, and that’s no way to treat a lady fingering her clit as she gasps for air that will never come.
    But eventually I returned to the living room, a little disheveled, but carrying all my things. I shucked the last few articles of my clothing as I approached. The ladies had evidently done so long ago, and slid the chair into position.
    I admired the sight of them, mother and daughter slowly and sensuously scissoring their pussies together on the couch as I let my hanging line fall, my cock growing hard again. Sturdy orange extension cord swung at the right height above the chair and I pushed a loveseat to a position before the noose for uninterrupted viewing.
    They had stopped to watch me, their sweat sheened bodies glowing. I pointed at Carla, crooked my finger, and beckoned.
    She smiled and stood up, her hips swaying like a dancer as she made for the noose but I caught her shoulder.
    “Hold on. I want to give you something first.” Her eyes lit up as I bent her over the arm of the love seat and slid my cock deep into her. She moaned, knowing that this was the only cock she would ever feel in her life.
    Stroke, stroke, stroke. Nothing hard or fast as I warmed my cock on her velvety insides.
    Denise came over then and watched lovingly as I prepared her daughter.
    “That’s enough.” I slapped Carla on the rump as I pulled out. “Onto the chair with you.”
    I flopped into the love seat, my cock pointing up along the line of the electric cord noose as I watched Carla’s shapely ass flex while she climbed onto the chair. I looked up at Denise who was stroking her breasts as her daughter prepared to hang herself for our enjoyment.
    “Your seat is ready,” I said, nodding at my cock.
    Denise smiled warmly and threw her leg over me as she straddled my hips facing her daughter.
    “Uhhhh unnnnnnn!,” came her cry as she inserted my cock into her dripping hole, sliding into her, slowly, gently.
    Carla waited patiently, the noose swaying lightly in front of her.
    “Now,” I uttered to Denise as I gave her one slow strong pump of my cock, “Tell her what to do.”
    “Unnnhhh…. Are you ready baby,” moaned Denise.
    “Yes mom.”
    “Unnnnhhh,” I pumped Denise again, “put it over your head honey.”
    “Yes mom,” and Carlas hands drew the knotted cord over her head and around her throat. I could see Carla’s breathing getting heavier with arousal.
    “Now… unnnnnnn… tighten the knot.”
    Carla deftly took out the slack and stood there before us, pert breasts shining. And pussy juice glistening down her leg.
    “Now baby…unnnnnnn,” Denise held her breath,”…jump.”

    With a happy smile Carla hopped off the chair. The cord snapped tight and Carla’s first backswinging kick knocked the chair over and out of reach as my cock got to work on Denise’s pussy.
    “Oooohhhhh yessssssss!.” she cried, arching her back as Carla swung in front of us.
    Slap, slap, slap came the wet sound between us as I watched Denise’s beautiful little daughter kick the air around her as she spun.
    “So fucking Hoooooooot!.” cried Denise as she convulsed in orgasm, tensing outrageously but keeping her eyes locked on the twisting form of her daughter.
    I could feel my own orgasm building so I slowed down. I wanted the show to last.
    Denise was now stroking me, her knees flexing to keep her cunt pistoning on me in a steady rhythm.
    We watched as Carla’s mouth make little fish gasps, trying to suck in the air that wouldn’t come. Her dangling form was awash with sweat and her face was reddening fast.
    “Oh baby girl,” moaned Denise as she rode me, “You’re so pretty. Die for me. Die for mama.”
    Carla’s kicks calmed as she dangled, and remarkably, one of her hands slid to her pussy and started to weakly rub her clit.
    “Uhhhhhh…, yes baby girl. Come for mama as you die.” I began to move again, Denise’s and my hips matched rhythm and I began to build.
    The red was now a livid purple and the kicking had stopped. The hand at Carla’s clit held there but if it was moving I didn’t notice it.
    Smack, smack, smack. I fucked with abandon before the dying girl and Denise shivered and groaned.
    Closer and closer. The fish gasps were gone and Carla’s face was almost completely blue. I felt my cock twitch and my balls clench. Her hand, Carla’s pretty delicate hand, swung limply away from her slit trailing a line of clear pussy juice, which sluiced away and tumbled onto the floor.
    “Urrrrrnnnnghhhh!,” came my own grunt as I emptied my balls deep into Denise’s womb.
    “Ahhhh!,” came Denise’s accompanying cry as she felt the hot cum splash against her deep inner walls.

    A little while later we lay there cuddling while staring at the beautiful hanging decor of Denise’s dead daughter. Denise had one hand on my cock, toying with it absentmindedly as her other hand played with the cum dribbling out of her well fucked cunt; spreading it around and occasionally swiping up a gobbet of it to bring to her mouth so she could suck on it and savor the taste.
    “That was so nice,”she languidly intoned. “I have never, ever cum like that in my entire life.”
    “Nor will you again,” I sighed as I leaned back.
    “Mmmmmm,” she purred in agreement as she sucked another cum smeared finger into her mouth.
    “Well it’s getting late and I’ll want to be getting home,” I said while sliding to the side to disengage from her.
    “Shame,” sighed Denise as she slid to her feet as well. “Anything else I can get you before we go?”
    “Yeah actually could I get the rest of that tea?”
    “Sure I’ll go get it for you.”
    I walked over to rummage through the items I collected earlier. “And a big black garbage bag!,” I hollered at the sounds of activity coming from the kitchen.
    Denise came over a few minutes later, her breasts bobbing playfully, carrying a plastic shopping bag with the tea and a very large garbage bag.
    “Oh that’s great.” I said as I took the bag with the tea, “Come on.”
    I pushed the swinging form of Carla to the side as I went to the front door and opened it. Denise followed behind me with both arms in a V in front of her which pushed up her tits as she held the garbage bag.
    The early evening sent ambers and oranges across the sky while the first stars began to poke out from the rising darkness to the East. We reached the mailbox at the end of the walk and Denise opened the garbage bag and shook it out.
    “Well it was so much fun meeting you,” she said with a smile. “This has been the best day of my life.”
    “I’m so glad you had fun,” I said as I watched her smoothly insert one leg and then another into the bag.
    “So much fun,” She replied as she crouched down with her back to the mailbox post and drew the bag up around her.
    “You know, if I had known before that Shannon…”
    Denise gasped and arched her back.
    “Are you fingering yourself in there?”
    Denise’s eyes looked down innocently as she mischievously grinned and sqeaked, “Yes.”
    “Oh you…,” I smiled as I drew out the kitchen knife I had taken and grabbed a hank of her hair to tilt her head back. “Good Girl,” and I slashed the knife across her throat.
    She was still smiling as I drew the bag over her head and tied it off. Then I turned around, hearing the soft tush of the body falling to the side, and went home to have some tea and relax.

    Chapter 6 – Summer BBQ

    Firsts. It’s hard to forget those memorable firsts. First kiss, first car, first apartment, first sex. I realize that I’ve been chronicling a number of firsts. I still think though that my all time most memorable first was the first time I ever roasted and ate a woman. I had an amazing stroke of luck on my first try which I have only occasionally repeated. It’s really hard to do ‘right’ unless you have a MRI machine running and someone helping you out. This was also the first time I really understood the full extent of my sway on bystanders. I mean I had done some depraved things in the presence of whoever was right there but even I was astounded at just how nonchalant and horny the other ladies became. It really opened up the doors for my enjoyment of the world.

    We were off. Me, my sister Sandra, Paige, Susan, Kim, and Michelle. The jeep was packed to the hilt with all of us squeezed in and a full set of camping gear plus dinner and booze. Three ladies in the back seat with their bags on their laps and Sandra on the passenger side.
    We had talked about this for ages. Kincaid beach wasn’t far away and we had all been there many many times when we were growing up but we never really got back out there once we had all started getting older. It’s this cozy little park on the shore of Lake Malloy with tons of woodland surrounding it and a nice narrow sandy beach. The water is beautifully clear and we had caught it on the perfect day. A few puffy clouds graced the sky with a warm but not hot breeze wafted over the landscape. There was no humidity and about the only annoyance was the odd mosquito.
    The girls looked great and I knew that once we got to the beach and got set up it would be bikinis and swimming. We each took responsibility for a food item. Sandra brought the buns, Paige was on Soda, Susan was responsible for chips and snacks, Kimmi was on the meats, and Michelle was supposed to bring all the cutlery and condiments. I supplied booze, charcoal, a large cooler and the ride.
    We drove into the park at around 11 am, promptly losing ourselves in the nostalgic feeling and the heady woodland smells. People were already there walking their dogs, jogging, or just having fun around the place. There is a rear parking lot which branches onto paths that run all around the park and the place normally closes at sundown. That isn’t really a problem for me and what I am here. I’m either ignored or I simply have to tell people that what I am doing is ok and they have no problem with it. Depending on the situation people usually watch and wait for my permission to join in.
    That being the case, I ignored the parking lot and drove the jeep on the paved walking trails to a far corner of the park just on the shore of the lake where, with an excited whoop, we all debarked from the confining jeep and set about getting our gear in order. Tents went up, camp chairs came out, a fire pit was ringed, and wood was gathered. It took us no time at all and by noon we were lounging in camp chairs and talking idylly of the last time we had been here.
    I sighed contentedly while sipping a beer from the cooler and listening to Paige finish her story.
    “… and then you pushed me right into that freezing cold water!.” We all laughed.
    “That was so much fun,” said Michelle, “you never even saw me coming. Speaking of the water though, I think it’s time for a dip.”
    “Totally,” agreed Sandra as she stood up. The girls, consumed by consensus, meandered to their tents and began to don swimming gear. I was content, for at least a few more minutes to languish in our tree shaded corner of paradise and enjoy my beer.
    Sandra came out first, her medium sized tits bouncing nicely in her red bikini top. The other ladies emerged one by one and I was not disappointed. Their swimsuit clad bodies flowed around their gracious curves in a delightful manner. Firm tits, tight cunts, and cute looks combined to make a delicious visual buffet.
    “You coming?,” asked Sandy.
    “In a minute. You gals get going ahead of me and I’ll join you once I finish this beer.”
    “Ok,” she replied and then scampered with the other girls in a giggling mass down to the water to no doubt take forever getting in. Ladies always find lake water too cold.
    As the last of the beer circled down my throat I stood to get in my own trunks. First though I wanted to look over all the supplies. I had an OCD thing about preparedness from some of my previous encounters and I wanted to make sure everything was in order since I had only been bringing the items that I had been responsible for.
    We had piled our supplies on or near a fold out table that I had brought along and I rummaged through the bags. Buns, yep. Some shopping bags held several packages of plastic cutlery, lots of paper plates, a bunch of actual cutting knives wrapped in a paper towel in a plastic bag along with ketchup, mustard, and relish. There were some cooking pans and a grill top that could be put over a fire. Michelle had done her job. Four bags of chips bulged in another set of shopping bags. Good job Susan. I knew Paige had brought the soda since I had seen her put three two liter bottles into the cooler and I myself had put several bottles of booze in there on top of them. There was about a third of the cooler that was just ice though and I assumed that the meat had been under there. I slid my hand through the pleasant chill of the ice and connected with nothing but more ice. I scooped deeper and found to my dismay that the spot I had thought would have hamburger in it was vacant of all but chunks of frozen water. Dammit Kimmi.
    Well maybe I was wrong so I did some searching. I went through all the bags and I searched the keep. Nothing. I even checked in Kimmi’s tent. She wasn’t an idiot though and I knew she wouldn’t have just left the meat lying out of the cooler. Well damn. The nearest store was about twenty minutes away and… it wasn’t far but it sure was annoying.
    I looked over at the shore to see five heads gliding around the water with arms breaching and splashing from time to time. The delighted laughter of the girls trilled in the late summer air. Then I had a wicked thought, a deliciously wicked thought that made my cock twitch in my shorts. It had been Kimmi’s job to bring the meat after all. I went to go get my Kit from my jeep and change into swimming shorts.

    The water was cool and refreshing as I plunged headlong into the crystal waters. A few strong underwater strokes brought me up near Paige and I tickled her side as I passed her and came to the surface. I heard the echoes of her playful yelp as I broke through the water. I figured for my dinner plans I would need at least an hour to prep and a lot of cooking time. The day was young still so I enjoyed frolicing in the water for a time first. We had splash fights and played some chicken fight with Sandra on my shoulders toppling Susan who rode Kimmi. The sun crooked down to mid afternoon and we were all about to get out when I called out to them.
    The girls swam over to me and in no time the six of us formed a treading circle in the water.
    “Well ladies it seems we have a little problem.” Eyes quirked and curious expressions formed. It looked like they were expecting me to suggest one last water game before we went in. “I went through our stuff and somebody forgot to bring something.” The girls looked over each other and most sets of eyes wound up on Paige and Kimmi whose items were in the cooler and not obvious for all to see on the trip.”Kimmi… where’s the meat?”
    Kimmi looked distant for a moment. “Oh shit,” she exclaimed, “It’s in your fridge back at your place. I totally forgot to put it in the cooler when we were packing.”
    “Well what are we going to do?,” inquired Susan. “There’s that grocery store in Sumpton. It’s not that far.”
    “I have another idea,” I said as I sluiced over to a position behind Kimmi. “Head towards shore,” I told her, “stop when your feet touch.”
    She didn’t question me but took the eight or ten strokes to the shallower water with myself right behind her. The girls followed, curious as to how I was going to solve this problem without a trip to the store. Kimmi stopped and let her feet sink down to the sandy bottom of the lake and within a few heartbeats I was once more behind her, my hands on her shoulders keeping her facing the shore.
    Our impromptu circle of swimmers once more formed branching to the left and right of Kimmi and I while the ladies stared at us curiously.
    “Now,” my hands started to massage Kimmi’s shoulders, “I was thinking…” Kimmi leaned back into me appreciatively, “… it was your job to bring the meat.” My hands made powerful languid strokes over her smooth wet skin.
    “Mmmmm,” she purred, “yes.” Her head drooped down and I ran my thumbs on either side of her neck beneath her hair.
    “So really you’re still the one responsible for making sure we all get to eat tonight.”
    “You want me to take the jeep and…” she began to murmur.
    “…Let me finish.”
    The other ladies squirmed a little bit, jealous of the attention I was giving to Kimmi. I let my right hand fall forward from Kimmi’s shoulder.
    “I was thinking…” my hand slid down to her left breast and pulled her top to the side exposing her hardening nipple rising on a plump round tit. I gripped her tit firmly as she gasped in pleasure. The other girls began to look a little hot and bothered. “… there’s lots of mid sized saplings around here. I thought we could find one…” my hand slid further down, running over Kimmi’s taut belly, “… and shave it down into a nice tall stake…” My digits found the top of her bikini bottoms and slid under them. “…then take that stake…” my fingers curled around her mons enticingly “…and shove it up your pretty cunt…,” I impaled her slit with my fingers eliciting a sultry moan. “…then up through your body…,” my left hand dropped to seize her other breast, “…then hopefully out your mouth.” I worked my fingers in her pussy bringing forth more moans. “After that we’ll put your pretty little body over a bed of coals and get you all roasted up for dinner.”
    Kimmi’s sensuous ass rubbed my growing erection through my trunks as I kept finger fucking her. The other girls were all breathing heavily at my obscene suggestion. Sandra was rubbing her tits through her swimsuit, Susan and Paige looked like they were rubbing themselves, and Michelle was biting her lip.
    I mashed my middle and index fingers up into Kimmi’s G-spot causing her to buck slightly.
    “So,” I whispered in her ear, “would you like to do that?”
    “I would love to,” she sighed silkily as her hands slid into my trunks to caress my cock.
    “Good,” I slid my fingers out of her, “then you won’t be needing these.” A few wrenches of my hand and I had torn her bikini bottoms off. The other girls swam closer and within moments I felt a nice pair of tits brushing my back while smooth hands caressed my shoulders and thighs. Paige and Sandra were on me while Michelle and Susan were busy running their hands all over Kimmi. My hands rose and a few more tugs saw Kimmi’s top drifting away as I felt my swim trunks being pulled down allowing my own shark into the water freely slapping against Kimmi’s ass.
    “Let’s get you good and fucked before you become dinner,” I whispered to her.
    I gave Kimmi a little hoist and Susan’s hands helped guide me into her slick snatch.
    “Mmmmmmm,” she moaned as I began to fuck her.
    Michelle and Susan drifted back apace, their hands going for their partner’s pussies and tits while they kissed in front of us.
    “So.” I grunted as I slammed into Kimmi’s tight cunt, “do you want me to do you first, or do you want to feel that pole slide up your pussy and through you?”
    “I…unngh, want to …unngh, feel it go through me.”
    “Good girl,” I slid my hands up to cup her bobbing tits. “I think we should cut these off first….unf… as an appetizer. It’s going to take a while to cook you.”
    The water splashed as I continued to take long powerful strokes into her pussy.
    “You do… unh…. whatever you want to me. …ungh… After all,… unnnnn… I’m just meat now.”
    I watched Michelle and Susan get more heated in the water in front of me, hands and tongues working more and more energetically; and behind me I heard Paige and Sandra similarly enjoying themselves.
    Kimmi’s pussy felt divine as I slid in and out of her tight cunt. She gyrated well to my thrusts as I gave her her final fuck. I imagined the crispy savor of her flesh. What would she taste like? Pork? Chicken?
    “I’m really looking forward to eating you Meat,” I squeezed her tits hard and she moaned. “I wonder what parts of you will taste best. Your thighs? Your arms? Your cunt?”
    “MMMmmmm, I bet my cunt tastes best,” replied Kimmi between thrusts.
    “We’ll find out soon. We’ll all strip you down to the bone and probably fuck while still covered in your leftover grease. I think I’ll make sure each girl takes some of your melted fat and uses it to lube her pussy before I fuck them. You’ll be oiling my cock all night long, even after your stripped carcass has been bagged up.”
    Susan arched her back in the water in front of me and screamed out her climax with Michelle clamped and biting on her tit. I felt my own orgasm rising.
    “Are you ready to cum Meat? One last rush from your cunt before I shove a pole through it and throw your body over the coals?”
    Kimmi, lost in her sensation, just bit her lip and nodded in front of me. My cock twitched furiously as I grabbed Kimmi’s hair and wrenched her head back violently.
    “Then cum for me Meat! Use your pussy for the last time before I cut it out and eat it!”
    I felt Kimmi’s walls tighten as she arched back into me, her legs shaking. My balls tightened and I shot jet after jet of cum deep into her to flavor her filet.

    We all staggered out of the water glistening and naked. Globs of my cum dribbled out of Kimmi’s pussy to splash in the water as she emerged. We crashed in the camp chairs for a few minutes and recuperated, then I handed Kimmi my hatchet and machete and told her to go find the sapling I would be impaling her with. She smiled and with a lusty sway of her hips sauntered into the woods. I sent Sandra, Paige, and Susan off on errands too. Sandra was to drive around the park and ask everyone there for all the extra charcoal they could give us. Once she told them it was for me I knew people would comply readily. Susan I told to go find anything else we might need to roast Kimmi with, sauces, etc. I sent Paige off with my camp saw to get two thick Y shaped pieces of wood to hold up Kimmi’s spit. I couldn’t help but notice as she walked off that even though we had all dried off she was still dripping between her legs. Then I had Michelle kneel in front of me and suck my cock for a while as I waited for the girls to return.
    Paige came back first, a little sweat sheened but dragging two stout spit ends. Sandra came back next with a massive number of charcoal loaded in the jeep, far, far more than enough. Susan sached back with a few big basting brushes and many many bottles of different brands of barbecue sauce. I guessed we were right to do this on a Saturday when there were lots of other people picnicking. Last but not least came Kimmi marching in from the woods triumphantly carrying her spit.
    It was a really nice pole, about 10 feet long and maintaining its width fairly well throughout. I gripped its haft and looked Kimmi over. I judged that the weight of her meat was unlikely to break the springy sapling or bend her too low into the fire. Bringing the pole down horizontally I noticed that the top of the pole which Kimmi had slashed into a crude point was slick with fluid.
    “Pretty little meat,” I admonished her, “did you already give your spit a try?”
    Kimmi blushed furiously and looked away.
    Sandra and Paige started prepping and lighting the fire pit. We probably made it too big but really we had enough charcoal for six roasts. Michelle started mixing the sauces into bowls and getting ready to tend to Kimmi as she spun. Susan, Kimmi, and I tended to the spit.
    Kimmi had already hacked all the branches off but we did some more smoothing to the wood knots left over and made the pole as smooth as we could with my machete and the collection of knives in my Kit. We made some notches in the pole where we would use piano wire, also from my Kit, to put in cross braces in to make sure Kimmi’s whole carcass would spin rather than remain static while the spit turned inside her roasting flesh. I cut the point of the spit as sharp as I could and with some woodcraft and a stick we fashioned a crude turning lever. It was just a stout stick that would be wedged into the split base of the pole. It would be a pain to keep turning but I felt confident that if we took it in turns we would be able to keep going without our arms being in agony. All was almost ready.
    I watched the heat ripple the air above the coals as the fire grew hotter in the long trench pit. Charcoal takes a little time to hit its optimum heat and we had all turned our camp chairs to watch it. Sandra stood at the pit with a long pole prodding occasionally at the reddening embers. Her sweat sheened nakedness was a glory to behold. The other girls sat in their camp chairs to either side of me; Kimmi and Susan to my right, Paige and Michelle to my left.
    “About ten minutes and we should be fine,” announced Sandra.
    My cock started to rise in my lap and when I glanced over at Kimmi I wasn’t surprised to see her hand buried in her crotch moving lazily around. A glance to my left showed that oddly enough Paige was also mastrubating. It was all so sexy. A few feet away, its upper portion glistening with borrowed cooking oil, the spit lay propped against a tree. My cock rose to full attention.
    “Meat,” I ordered, “come here.”
    Kimmi slid seductively out of her chair and turned to stand before me.
    I gestured to my cock. “Impale yourself.” With a smile she swiveled to face the fire and lowered her slick cunt onto my dick.
    “There it is meat.” She placed her hands on the armrests of the camp chair and fucked herself on me.”In less than twenty minutes your sweet little body is going to be turning on a spit over that fire. How does that make you feel?”
    “OOoohhhhh…” moaned Kimmi.
    “Don’t you dare cum Meat. You’re going to get yourself nice and worked up on my cock but the spit is going to be your last lover. You will give it your final orgasm.”
    Up and down, up and down, little moans and panting breaths. My balls were drenched with her juice.
    I felt her walls twitch as she hoarsely whispered “I’m close…,” and rose off my cock.
    We all stood and walked over to the cleared folding table taking the spit from it’s resting place as we went.
    Kimmi lay back on the table like a bride in her wedding bed as the other girls took hold of her arms and upper body. I saw her beautiful tits quiver with her excited breathing.
    I stood some feet back holding the spit like a spear, my right hand gripped an unoiled section so I would be able to shove it all the way through Kimmi’s body. Slowly I lowered the head of the spit down and ran it over Kimmi’s slit. She gasped sharply.
    “Here we go Meat.”
    I slid the tip slowly past Kimmi’s pussy lips, letting her enjoy the sensation. Then I slid it in deeper and watched her back arch as the rough wood stimulated her sensitive inner walls. I kept it so very slow right up until… Kimmi’s eyes suddenly screwed shut and I knew the point had hit the wall of her cervix. I backed the spit off a bit, and a bit more. Kimmi looked surprised and then she figured out what I was doing. I fucked her with the spit, back and forth watching her expression get more and more heated. I watched her breathing deepen and accelerate until it was all but a pant.
    “Unnnnhhh….Unnnnnh,” she repeated.
    I saw her suddenly tense, her shoulders pulling back in orgasm and I rammed the spit home.
    “Aaaaaauuunnnnghhh!,” came her cry as orgasm and and violation exploded throughout her senses. I felt the first gentle stretch and give as the point of the spit penetrated through her cervix and into her womb. More gentle giving of flesh and I knew the spit would be in her guts by now.
    “Hnnnnnnnnnn, YES!” Kimmi cried through tears of lust.
    I paused only a moment to reassert my grip. The knife smoothed and oiled wood was invading her with ease. I made a quick movement downward with the spit, and felt a hardness where the tip could slide off to either side, her spine. I shifted the point inside her slightly to the right, hoping I was both correct and lucky, and shoved again. More give and the point slid up into her chest. Blood was beginning to leak weakly from her cunt and her hands clawed at the girls holding her in position.
    “Yesssss unnnnn!” she cried again. She was sheened with sweat and her breasts shivered madly.
    I centered the point again and this time pushed more slowly and steadily. Then I saw it. A bulge rising above Kimmi’s breastbone.
    “Come on baby! You can do it!,” shouted Paige whose eyes were like lit flames gazing down at Kimmi’s ruinous impalement.
    I was about to tell Paige to do it but she was already leaning Kimmi’s head back over the edge of the folding table, mouth agape. I pushed again, it was much harder now that I was dealing with all the friction of Kimmi’s body. Susan and Michelle braced against Kimmi’s shoulders to aid me and Kimmi’s hands flew to her breasts where she began squeezing in anguished earnest.
    Up her throat came the bulge, and then from the back of her throat the red point of the spit emerged.
    “Oooohhhh,” Paige had her fingers of one hand buried in her snatch as she clumsily leaned down to kiss Kimmi on the forehead. “You did it baby. I’m so proud of you!”
    All of the other girls wore lusty expressions but Paige was positively gushing. A few more heaves and the spit was well and through Kimmi from cunt to mouth. The inevitable was happening though as I saw Kimmi’s chest heave as she tried to breathe. Paige moved quickly and darted her head down to Kimmi’s pussy. Her tongue whirled like a tornado on Kimmi’s dying clit. Susan and Michelle taking the same cue clamped their mouths on Kimmi’s tits as I stood there stroking my cock. We all watched, licking, sucking, or stroking, as her last twitches weakened, weakened, and finally ceased. Pussy juice mixed with blood oozed out around the edges of the spit.
    “That,” sighed Paige,”was the hottest fucking thing I have ever seen.”
    On that we all agreed.

    I took out my knife and sliced Kimmi’s belly open. You still need to gut your meat. It would have been a lot easier if I’d done it before spitting her but I knew she wanted to enjoy the ride. We stood there chit chatting about the awesomely erotic display we had witnessed as Sandra came over to inform us that the fire was up to good heat. The other girls described the affair in great detail as we tied on the cross braces, wrapped Kimmi’s limbs to them, and fitted the turning lever. We ended up grabbing the camp saw and cutting several feet off the spit. It was just a bit too long. Susan took a pair of scissors from my Kit and cut off as much of Kimmi’s hair as we could before we hoisted her over the coals and began spreading sauce all over her spinning body.
    I loved watching her breasts flop from one side to another as we turned her but they soon began to shrink in the heat. True to my word I had one or another of the girls constantly trying to catch grease dripping from the body in a bowl as we cooked her. The hours went by and we could talk of nothing but how our sweet little Kimmi was going to taste. The sun bent low and our arms tired as time after time we rotated out to keep Kimmi’s delectable flesh steadily turning.
    I have never felt more hungry in my life as I did that night twisting that handle and drinking in the heady aroma of Kimmi’s roasting meat. The basting brushes danced regularly across her flesh bringing tangy barbecue sauce clinging in their wake. I made sure to constantly remind the girls to lather Kimmi’s cunt.
    We moved the folding table close to our campfire and just as the sun was setting we lifted Kimmi’s steaming body off of the heat and laid her down on the table. I had never tasted anything so good in my entire life. Incidentally, pork, the flavor is most similar to pork. We gorged in the light of the campfire and the dusken sky. It was tentative at first. Cut off a little piece and put it in your mouth, savor the exquisite tang of the sauce and Kimmi’s own juice but before long we were ravening and the bones were stripped clean. As we ate we all became feverishly horny and in the night air I greased each girl’s cunt with Kimmi’s melted fat before plunging my cock into them. Paige shouted the loudest of all as I came deep inside her.
    That night we forgoed the tents. All of us cuddling in a pile next to the camp fire and each of us covered in sweat and Kimmi’s grease from our feasting and fucking. The stars twinkled in the sky as the fire sent up new sparks to join them. My hands slid caressingly over breasts, shoulders, and through long beautiful hair.
    In the midst of that calm after the storm Paige whispered to me.
    “I have a favor to ask… about breakfast tomorrow.”

    #5356

    Dark Heart of Id
    Participant

    Chapter 7 – Visit to the Club

    Ah the club scene; I’d been to them a few times before I awoke to my true identity in this world and I found them amusing but with a lot of detractants. First off, loud music is fun and oft times enjoyable but music so loud that you can’t hear anyone and start bleeding out your ears is annoying. These days when I enter a club I find that that volume is soon adjusted to a level where I can have fun but also converse without screaming. My second issue with clubs before I came to myself was that there was just seemingly no way to break into the cliques that formed in the room and actually meet people. These days, of course, I don’t go to clubs to meet people. If I do meet people there I usually don’t know them long enough to really care about them in anything more than a cursory way. No one dines from the same paper plate for long periods of time.

    The Blue Room was absolutely jumping on the Saturday night I decided to head out for a little out of home recreation. It had been a relaxing day and I felt so invigorated that I wanted to blow off some steam and cut a rug, …or something else.
    The Blue room is an upscale spot near the waterfront and just off a main drag. Parking wasn’t a problem for me these days with no place being off limits. I sighted a very long line of people wreathed about the brick exterior of the place waiting to get in as they shuffled forward along the roped off entrance queue. The audible ‘thump, thump’ of powerful speakers droning deep bass dance rhythms was apparent as soon as I opened the car door outside the entrance. I ducked back into the vehicle quickly and nabbed a few items from my Kit that I thought would be fun to have before I shut the door and sauntered over to the main entrance.
    I looked sharp and I smelled good. It’s funny how some grooming traditions of picking up ladies remain even if they don’t matter to you anymore for any practical reason. If I went to a place like this I was going to dress like a lady killer, both figuratively and literally.
    A nod to the bouncers and I was in with no questions. The doors swung wide before me into a glittering azure temple of sex, dance, and rhythm.

    Club lights painted a swirling starry kaleidoscope that spun about the room to accent faces, dresses, drinks, and dancers. A myriad of couches and booths surrounded the dance floor and farther off to my right a crowded bar swarmed with activity. I let myself become pure social liquid and I flowed toward the dance floor.
    The infectious beat had already caught me and I felt my head bobbing to it as my steps synchronized to the rhythm. I cast my eyes out over the crowd and went fishing for prey. I let my gaze slither over the gyrating forms, follow their curves around shaking breasts, gyrating hips, and whirling thighs. What a visual feast it was. Beauties of every description writhed in the beat begging for my attention.
    My first pick was a slender young thing in a shimmering silver evening dress with a long slit that ran invitingly to her upper thigh. The top of the dress was cut nice and low leaving just enough to the imagination to inflame the senses. Yes she would be first tonight but first I had entirely too much energy. I let the music wash over me and the adrenaline of the beat take me to a savage delirium as I melded with the dancers and swam like a shark in the water to my prey.
    I soon found myself dancing alongside the beautiful woman and from time to time our eyes met to send sweet dark promises in flashing looks. Before long I was dancing behind her and feeling her heat as she began leaning back into me tentatively at first but then with greater abandon as we danced.
    One song went by and then another, by now I was running my hands up and down the shimmering scales of her dress and the smoothness of her flesh. Her ass rubbed fondly into my crotch at just the right interludes that I was getting nice and hard for her. How to do it I wondered? How to make her twilight dreams come true in an avalanche of sound and sensation?
    She whirled on a beat to face me and I caught her, her face moved to mine and within a heartbeat we were kissing deeply as we continued to sway to the beat. I broke the kiss and moved down to sample the taste of her neck with powerful clamping kisses that would leave hickeys she would never have to explain. I ran my hands over her breasts, enjoying their soft giving feel and kneaded them into further arousal.
    My hand slid into that delightful breach in her dress and I made a single pass over her panties. I felt the wetness and the heat and knew it was time.
    “Let’s find a seat,” I whispered in her ear.
    She smiled at me and took my hand, leading me away from the dance floor. The booth to which we went had two other attractive women in it. One wore a dress as black as night that was the twin in style of my dance partner’s dress complete with it’s own long accessible slit up the thigh. The other girl was in a very short blue (probably blue, blue light makes lots of other colors seem blue) dress which went up over only one shoulder leaving the other bare and beautiful in the azure light of the club.
    “Cynthia!,” beamed the girl in the black dress, “I see you made a friend out there.”
    “Hmmm so that’s your name,” I muttered suavely, “we were a little bit nonverbal out there.”
    “I’ll say,” said Cynthia gesturing for me to slide into the booth next to the girl in the black dress. “This is Cindy, my cousin…”
    “Hi,” smiled the cheerful midnight apparelled girl as I slid next to her in the booth.
    “… and that’s Amy, a friend of ours.” Cynthia slid into the booth beside me snuggling close with her right arm going around my shoulders and her left hand coming to rest comfortably on top of my clothing confined cock.
    “Hello,” said Amy with a shy look and a little wave.
    “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you all this evening,” I intoned pleasantly as I brought my hands to my zipper, “I had thought I was just going to party with Cynthia before I found some other people but I think we can all have some fun together.
    My cock sprang free into the warm air of the club and I caught the nanosecond of shock that crossed Cindy and Amy’s face before it was instantly placed with arousal.
    Cindy smiled wickedly and licked her lips. “Hmmmmm, partying does sound like fun. Did you have anything specific in mind?”
    “Well first off…,” I reached over to my left and put my hand behind Cynthia’s head and pushed her face down to my lap. She didn’t miss a beat and her mouth engulfed my cock in a wonderful rush of warm wetness. I watched her dress sparkle as her head began to bob up and down. “… I thought I would strangle your cousin to death while I fucked her here in front of everybody. Then we can kind of go from there and see where the mood takes us.
    Cindy’s eyes lit up with glee and Amy bit her lower lip.
    “That does sound like fun,” said Cindy as she cocked her head and slid down in her seat a few inches which could only mean that she was spreading her legs under the table. “I always thought Cynthia had a beautiful body.”
    Cynthia meanwhile had picked up the tempo of her sucking when he heard what I had in store for her. I let my hand slide along her dress and back into the thigh slit. Her panties were soaking away as she continued to suck and her tongue swirled around my shaft invitingly.
    I found the zipper of Cynthia’s dress and gave it a long slow pull. The first clubgoer not in our booth had noticed Cynthia’s bobbing head in my crotch and I saw a few traded whispers and poorly concealed pointing. Meanwhile I kept my hands at work and Cynthia’s silver sequined dress was spilling seductively from her shoulders. Cindy and Amy were both enjoying the show. Amy had one hand in her dress and was rubbing her tits while Cindy’s hands had disappeared below the table as she stared at us with that cute little open mouth of heavy breathing and arousal.
    Cynthia sat up, a long line of saliva trailing from her mouth as it left my slick stiff cock. The front of her dress was left behind as she rose revealing her gorgeous heaving breasts with her nipples standing out at full attention. She stood up and let the last clinging remnants of her dress fall to the floor where she casually stepped out of them. She slid her moist black panties down her legs and stood shining in her nakedness for all the club goers to see. Still they danced, but they danced facing us. Hands snaked into forbidden crevices amidst the dancers and little moans began to become part of the club’s background murmur.
    I had taken this time to divest myself of my own pants and undergarments while removing some items from my Kit and placing them within easy reach. Cynthia grinned at me and slid the booth table away to give us room while my eyes drank their fill of her delectable flesh.
    “So…” she said stepping closer, the shine of the club lights betraying the juice leaking from her cunt, “… how do you plan to do me?”
    “First I want to feel that sweet pussy my dear,” I said patting my lap.
    Cynthia needed no other prompting and swung her leg slowly over my hips so that she faced out toward the crowd. She bent down and I teased her lips with my cock head for a moment before allowing her to slide down my rod and bury myself in her hot depths.
    I caressed her hips and got her going, rubbing up and down the length of my cock as she began to moan.
    “I can’t wait to start gasping,” she muttered to no one in particular while continuing to ride me.
    From my assembled items I pulled forth a long sheened piece of silken cloth. It was normally red but the club’s blue lighting made it a seeping greyish black. I slid it across her breasts using the sliding silk to tease her sensitive nipples.
    “Mmmmmmm, that is gonna feel so good around my throat baby,” moaned Cynthia as she arched her back to push her tits more tightly against the delicate murderous cloth.
    “I’d like to get it wet first. Cindy,” I said passing the cloth over to Cynthia’s mastrubating cousin, “ would you be so kind?”
    Cindy arched her eyelashes knowingly and took the proffered cloth with damp fingers which emerged from under the table and disappeared there again with the cloth just as quickly. I watched Cindy’s face for her little groans and chin lifting gasps as down under the folds of her dress she pushed inch after inch of smooth red silk into her dripping cunt.
    I reached out a hand to rub Cindy’s thigh as she continued to moisten my garrote. After a few moments Cindy let out a contented sigh and looked over at me.
    “It’s all in,” stated her husky voice. Then Cindy began to gyrate her hips as if she was fucking the air in front of her, trying to move the silk around inside her and get as much of her juice into it as possible.
    One of Amy’s hands had fallen between her legs and she looked longingly at Cindy’s efforts as her other hand continued to caress her breasts. Out in the crowd I saw hands slipping into other people’s dresses as the onlookers continued to dance more provocatively. Here and there heads leaned back so tongues could meet and lips connect.
    Cindy reached down under her dress and with a moan beneath her shut eyes began to draw my silk cord out of herself to hand to me. I took one end of the proffered cloth as Cynthia, still riding my at a steady pace watched the black snake of her airless death slide glistening out of her cousin’s pussy.
    “Ohhhhhhhh.” Cindy’s shoulders’ slumped down as the last of my cum coated cloth left Cindy’s snatch.
    “Good girl,” I said as Cynthia, taking her cue held up her hair for me so I could wrap the cord around her throat. I heard her draw a deep breath in through her nose.
    “Enjoy it Cynthia. At least the last breath you take will have the delicious smell of our cousin’s cunt on it.” I let her take several more pussy perfumed breaths as she continued to rise up and down on my cock. “Are you ready?”
    Cynthia nodded slowly, “mmmmm, yes. Do me,” and I began pulling the wet silk tight around her throat.

    To asphyxiate properly you can’t just cut off the air. You have to make your lady work for it, gently close it off. Let that rising tide of oblivion swell in both her mind and in her cunt until it swallows her cunt with orgasm and her mind with death.
    “Unnnggghhh,” came the whimper from Cynthia’s throat as that first choking breath was half the air that she would have liked to normally receive. I kept the tension steady for a few more heartbeats and then pulled a bit tighter.
    Cynthia leaned back into me, her hands tried to find purchase on the seat of the booth but found no purchase on the velveteen material to they wrangled there for the moment helplessly. Her eyes would be wide now I knew, staring out into the crowd of attractive dancers who were now freely groping one another as Cynthia’s strangling body writhed on my cock.
    I heard a tearing sound next to me and looked over to see the remains of Cindy’s black evening dress sliding off her luxurious body as she ripped the offending threads away from her lustrous flesh with an accompanying groan of animal lust. Her panties were ripped away next and I saw her bury her fingers in her sopping cunt as she watched her cousin die.
    “Guhhhh…,” came Cynthia’s guttural gasp as my pressure steadily crushed down on her wind pipe. Cynthia’s legs had lost their rhythm and I took over for her. My hips rocked upwards as I shoved my cock into her dying cunt. Her hands still made sliding grasps at the booth’s seat. Such a sweet girl. She hadn’t tried to claw at her strangling cord at all. I bet she was getting off on this too much.
    Tighter now and barely a whisper of air was able to slide down into Cynthia’s burning lungs. Her face would be darker now, flushed with the blood being desperately displaced by her hammering heart which I could feel with her sweat soaked back on my chest. Her dying pussy felt so good sliding along my cock. I could swear it was tightening on me, enfolding me, begging me to flood my cum into her before she died.
    “UUnnnnnnnngghhhh!,” I heard the loud groan escape Cindy’s mouth and I drew my attention away from Cynthia’s velvet cunt to look over at her. She was lost in a fever of lust, her hand working furiously at her pussy while looking at us with desperate longing as she watched me fuck her cousin to death. I saw her mouth moving and heard her hoarsely whispered plea as she frigged herself madly, “I need… I need….”
    I smiled at her and looked down at the glint of one of my knives lying between us. “Cindy honey,” I groaned as I pumped her cousin, “why don’t you take that knife there and stab yourself to death while you watch us fuck.”
    Cindy’s hand flashed out and in a moment she held a butcher knife blade down against her belly as her breasts heaved above.
    “Yes, go ahead,” I told her. The blade dimpled her beautiful flesh as my cock continued to ram her cousin. “Push it into your guts while I snuff her.”
    “Uuuuuuhhhhh!” The blade sank down into Cindy’s abdomen just above her belly button. I watched a smile flood over her face as the blood welled around the blade.
    “Good girl,” I said as I pulled Cynthia’s cord as tight as I could.
    She opened her mouth but there was no sound as her lips gaped like a landed fish. I felt the walls of her cunt tighten further as I picked up the rhythm of my fucking. I wanted to cum in her before she went. I wanted her to feel my hot adoration flood her womb in her last moment.
    I saw Cindy pull the bloody knife out of her guts. She was staring at us in awe and lust as she gave the blade a quick lick before positioning it in the center of her mons and burying it in herself again. Her back arched as her blood flowed and she cried out “Yeeesssss!”
    Cynthia didn’t have long left. Her face must have been dark purple and only now did her hands reach weakly for the cord that was ending her. But they had no strength to them and they only touched feebly at the silk before falling to her bouncing tits which jumped with every forceful thrust of my cock.
    The onlookers’ clothing was in piles on the floor now and tongues lapped at every surface that gave pleasure. Fingers roamed in every feminine hole and even a few other cocks plunged into willing cunts and mouths.
    I felt myself begin to build and I looked over at Cindy.
    “It’s almost time girl, are you ready?”
    Cindy’s twin wounds oozed her life blood as she nodded happily and drew the blade out of her mons and placed it at her own throat. She was ready; she was just waiting for me.
    Cynthia’s hands on her breasts fell limply away and I felt her cunt begin to convulse around my throbbing cock. I let the surge take me and exploded inside her dying body.
    “Hnnnnnnnnn!,” I groaned as pulse after pulse of thick gooey semen blasted into Cynthia’s deep inner recesses. I let my head turn sideways as I came to watch Cindy’s smiling face as she drew the knife deeply across her throat. Blood made black by the blue light fountained down over her glorious curvy tits and I watched her beautiful mouth try to take in air through the ruin of her neck.
    The last of my cum began to dribble out from around Cynthia’s corpse’s pussy lips as I watched the light behind Cindy’s smiling face go out.
    I let Cynthia’s weight lean against me as I tilted my head back to let out a contented sigh and closed my eyes. I released the strangling cord and reached forward to fondle Cynthia’s dead breasts, admiring their softness and the way they rolled around pleasantly in my grip.
    I then felt Cynthia’s body being lifted slightly by someone and my softening member spilled out of her cum soaked cunt. I felt Amy’s soft warm lips start to suck the cum and pussy juice from my cock and knew I would be hard again before the night was done. Time enough for a few more drinks, a little more dancing, and finding a way of sending Amy screaming and cumming out of this life.

    #5357

    Dark Heart of Id
    Participant

    Chapter 7 – Visit to the Club (Proofread and edited)

    Ah the club scene; I’d been to them a few times before I awoke to my true identity in this world and I found them amusing but with a lot of detractants. First off, loud music is fun and oft times enjoyable but music so loud that you can’t hear anyone and start bleeding out your ears is annoying. These days when I enter a club I find that that volume is soon adjusted to a level where I can have fun but also converse without screaming. My second issue with clubs before I came to myself was that there was just seemingly no way to break into the cliques that formed in the room and actually meet people. These days, of course, I don’t go to clubs to meet people. If I do meet people there I usually don’t know them long enough to really care about them in anything more than a cursory way. No one dines from the same paper plate for long periods of time.

    The Blue Room was absolutely jumping on the Saturday night I decided to head out for a little out of home recreation. It had been a relaxing day and I felt so invigorated that I wanted to blow off some steam and cut a rug, …or something else.
    The Blue room is an upscale spot near the waterfront and just off a main drag. Parking wasn’t a problem for me these days with no place being off limits. I sighted a very long line of people wreathed about the brick exterior of the place waiting to get in as they shuffled forward along the roped off entrance queue. The audible ‘thump, thump’ of powerful speakers droning deep bass dance rhythms was apparent as soon as I opened the car door outside the entrance. I ducked back into the vehicle quickly and nabbed a few items from my Kit that I thought would be fun to have before I shut the door and sauntered over to the main entrance.
    I looked sharp and I smelled good. It’s funny how some grooming traditions of picking up ladies remain even if they don’t matter to you anymore for any practical reason. If I went to a place like this I was going to dress like a lady killer, both figuratively and literally.
    A nod to the bouncers and I was in with no questions. The doors swung wide before me into a glittering azure temple of sex, dance, and rhythm.

    Club lights painted a swirling starry kaleidoscope that spun about the room to accent faces, dresses, drinks, and dancers. A myriad of couches and booths surrounded the dance floor and farther off to my right a crowded bar swarmed with activity. I let myself become pure social liquid and I flowed toward the dance floor.
    The infectious beat had already caught me and I felt my head bobbing to it as my steps synchronized to the rhythm. I cast my eyes out over the crowd and went fishing for prey. I let my gaze slither over the gyrating forms, follow their curves around shaking breasts, gyrating hips, and whirling thighs. What a visual feast it was. Beauties of every description writhed in the beat begging for my attention.
    My first pick was a slender young thing in a shimmering silver evening dress with a long slit that ran invitingly to her upper thigh. The top of the dress was cut nice and low leaving just enough to the imagination to inflame the senses. Yes she would be first tonight but first I had entirely too much energy. I let the music wash over me and the adrenaline of the beat take me to a savage delirium as I melded with the dancers and swam like a shark in the water to my prey.
    I soon found myself dancing alongside the beautiful woman and from time to time our eyes met to send sweet dark promises in flashing looks. Before long I was dancing behind her and feeling her heat as she began leaning back into me tentatively at first but then with greater abandon as we danced.
    One song went by and then another, by now I was running my hands up and down the shimmering scales of her dress and the smoothness of her flesh. Her ass rubbed fondly into my crotch at just the right interludes that I was getting nice and hard for her. How to do it I wondered? How to make her twilight dreams come true in an avalanche of sound and sensation?
    She whirled on a beat to face me and I caught her, her face moved to mine and within a heartbeat we were kissing deeply as we continued to sway to the beat. I broke the kiss and moved down to sample the taste of her neck with powerful clamping kisses that would leave hickeys she would never have to explain. I ran my hands over her breasts, enjoying their soft giving feel and kneaded them into further arousal.
    My hand slid into that delightful breach in her dress and I made a single pass over her panties. I felt the wetness and the heat and knew it was time.
    “Let’s find a seat,” I whispered in her ear.
    She smiled at me and took my hand, leading me away from the dance floor. The booth to which we went had two other attractive women in it. One wore a dress as black as night that was the twin in style of my dance partner’s dress complete with it’s own long accessible slit up the thigh. The other girl was in a very short blue (probably blue, blue light makes lots of other colors seem blue) dress which went up over only one shoulder leaving the other bare and beautiful in the azure light of the club.
    “Cynthia!,” beamed the girl in the black dress, “I see you made a friend out there.”
    “Hmmm so that’s your name,” I muttered suavely, “we were a little bit nonverbal in our dancing.”
    “I’ll say,” said Cynthia gesturing for me to slide into the booth next to the girl in the black dress. “This is Cindy, my cousin…”
    “Hi,” smiled the cheerful midnight apparelled girl as I slid next to her in the booth.
    “… and that’s Amy, a friend of ours.” Cynthia slid into the booth beside me snuggling close with her right arm going around my shoulders and her left hand coming to rest comfortably on top of my clothing confined cock.
    “Hello,” said Amy with a shy look and a little wave.
    “Well it’s a pleasure to meet you all this evening,” I intoned pleasantly as I brought my hands to my zipper, “I had thought I was just going to party with Cynthia before I found some other people but I think we can all have some fun together.
    My cock sprang free into the warm air of the club and I caught the nanosecond of shock that crossed Cindy and Amy’s face before it was instantly placed with arousal.
    Cindy smiled wickedly and licked her lips. “Hmmmmm, partying does sound like fun. Did you have anything specific in mind?”
    “Well first off…,” I reached over to my left and put my hand behind Cynthia’s head and pushed her face down to my lap. She didn’t miss a beat and her mouth engulfed my cock in a wonderful rush of warm wetness. I watched her dress sparkle as her head began to bob up and down. “… I thought I would strangle your cousin to death while I fucked her here in front of everybody. Then we can kind of go from there and see where the mood takes us.
    Cindy’s eyes lit up with glee and Amy bit her lower lip.
    “That does sound like fun,” said Cindy as she cocked her head and slid down in her seat a few inches which could only mean that she was spreading her legs under the table. “I always thought Cynthia had a beautiful body.”
    Cynthia meanwhile had picked up the tempo of her sucking when she heard what I had in store for her. I let my hand slide along her dress and back into the thigh slit. Her panties were soaking away as she continued to suck and her tongue swirled around my shaft invitingly.
    I found the zipper of Cynthia’s dress and gave it a long slow pull. The first clubgoer not in our booth had noticed Cynthia’s bobbing head in my crotch and I saw a few traded whispers and poorly concealed pointing. Meanwhile I kept my hands at work and Cynthia’s silver sequined dress was spilling seductively from her shoulders. Cindy and Amy were both enjoying the show. Amy had one hand in her dress and was rubbing her tits while Cindy’s hands had disappeared below the table as she stared at us with that cute little open mouth of heavy breathing and arousal.
    Cynthia sat up, a long line of saliva trailing from her mouth as it left my slick stiff cock. The front of her dress was left behind as she rose revealing her gorgeous heaving breasts with her nipples standing out at full attention. She stood up and let the last clinging remnants of her dress fall to the floor where she casually stepped out of them. She slid her moist black panties down her legs and stood shining in her nakedness for all the club goers to see. Still they danced, but they danced facing us now. Hands snaked into forbidden crevices amidst the dancers and little moans began to become part of the club’s background murmur.
    I had taken this time to divest myself of my own pants and undergarments while removing some items from my Kit and placing them within easy reach. Cynthia grinned at me and slid the booth table away to give us room while my eyes drank their fill of her delectable flesh.
    “So…” she said stepping closer, the shine of the club lights betraying the juice leaking from her cunt, “… how do you plan to do me?”
    “First I want to feel that sweet pussy my dear,” I said patting my lap.
    Cynthia needed no other prompting and swung her leg slowly over my hips so that she faced out toward the crowd. She bent down and I teased her lips with my cock head for a moment before allowing her to slide down my rod and bury myself in her hot depths.
    I caressed her hips and got her going, rubbing up and down the length of my cock as she began to moan.
    “I can’t wait to start gasping,” she muttered to no one in particular while continuing to ride me.
    From my assembled items I pulled forth a long sheened piece of silken cloth. It was normally red but the club’s blue lighting made it a seeping greyish black. I slid it across her breasts using the sliding silk to tease her sensitive nipples.
    “Mmmmmmm, that is gonna feel so good around my throat baby,” moaned Cynthia as she arched her back to push her tits more tightly against the delicate murderous cloth.
    “I’d like to get it wet first. Cindy,” I said passing the cloth over to Cynthia’s mastrubating cousin, “ would you be so kind?”
    Cindy arched her eyelashes knowingly and took the proffered cloth with damp fingers which emerged from under the table and disappeared there again with the cloth just as quickly. I watched Cindy’s face for her little groans and chin lifting gasps as down under the folds of her dress she pushed inch after inch of smooth red silk into her dripping cunt.
    I reached out a hand to rub Cindy’s thigh as she continued to moisten my garrote. After a few moments Cindy let out a contented sigh and looked over at me.
    “It’s all in,” stated her husky voice. Then Cindy began to gyrate her hips as if she was fucking the air in front of her, trying to move the silk around inside her and get as much of her juice into it as possible.
    One of Amy’s hands had fallen between her legs and she looked longingly at Cindy’s efforts as her other hand continued to caress her breasts. Out in the crowd I saw hands slipping into other people’s dresses as the onlookers continued to dance more provocatively. Here and there heads leaned back so tongues could meet and lips connect.
    Cindy reached down under her dress and with a moan beneath her shut eyes began to draw my silk cord out of herself to hand to me. I took one end of the proffered cloth as Cynthia, still riding my at a steady pace watched the black snake of her airless death slide glistening out of her cousin’s pussy.
    “Ohhhhhhhh.” Cindy’s shoulders’ slumped down as the last of my cum coated cloth left Cindy’s snatch.
    “Good girl,” I said as Cynthia, taking her cue held up her hair for me so I could wrap the cord around her throat. I heard her draw a deep breath in through her nose as I snaked the silk lovingly about her neck..
    “Enjoy it Cynthia. At least the last breath you take will have the delicious smell of our cousin’s cunt on it.” I let her take several more pussy perfumed breaths as she continued to rise up and down on my cock. “Are you ready?”
    Cynthia nodded slowly, “mmmmm, yes. Do me,” and I began pulling the wet silk tight around her throat.

    To asphyxiate properly you can’t just cut off the air. You have to make your lady work for it, gently close it off. Let that rising tide of oblivion swell in both her mind and in her cunt until it swallows her cunt with orgasm and her mind with death.
    “Unnnggghhh,” came the whimper from Cynthia’s throat as that first choking breath was half the air that she would have liked to normally receive. I kept the tension steady for a few more heartbeats and then pulled a bit tighter.
    Cynthia leaned back into me, her hands tried to find purchase on the seat of the booth but found no grip on the velveteen material, so they wrangled there for the moment helplessly. Her eyes would be wide now I knew, staring out into the crowd of attractive dancers who were now freely groping one another as Cynthia’s strangling body writhed on my cock.
    I heard a tearing sound next to me and looked over to see the remains of Cindy’s black evening dress sliding off her luxurious body as she ripped the offending threads away from her lustrous flesh with an accompanying groan of animal lust. Her panties were ripped away next and I saw her bury her fingers in her sopping cunt as she watched her cousin die.
    “Guhhhh…,” came Cynthia’s guttural gasp as my pressure steadily crushed down on her wind pipe. Cynthia’s legs had lost their rhythm and I took over for her. My hips rocked upwards as I shoved my cock into her dying cunt. Her hands still made sliding grasps at the booth’s seat. Such a sweet girl. She hadn’t tried to claw at her strangling cord at all. I bet she was getting off on this too much. My cock continued to piston her smooth wet walls.
    Tighter now and barely a whisper of air was able to slide down into Cynthia’s burning lungs. Her face would be darker now, flushed with the blood being desperately displaced by her hammering heart which I could feel with her sweat soaked back on my chest. Her dying pussy felt so good sliding along my cock. I could swear it was tightening on me, enfolding me, begging me to flood my cum into her before she died.
    “UUnnnnnnnngghhhh!,” I heard the loud groan escape Cindy’s mouth and I drew my attention away from Cynthia’s velvet cunt to look over at her. She was lost in a fever of lust, her hand working furiously at her pussy while looking at us with desperate longing as she watched me fuck her cousin to death. I saw her mouth moving and heard her hoarsely whispered plea as she frigged herself madly, “I need… I need….”
    I smiled at her and looked down at the glint of one of my knives lying between us. “Cindy honey,” I groaned as I pumped her cousin, “why don’t you take that knife there and stab yourself to death while you watch us fuck.”
    Cindy’s face lit with delight and her hand flashed out. In a moment she held a butcher knife blade down against her belly as her breasts heaved above.
    “Yes, go ahead,” I told her. The blade dimpled her beautiful flesh as my cock continued to ram her cousin. “Push it into your guts while I snuff her.”
    “Uuuuuuhhhhh!” The blade sank down into Cindy’s abdomen just above her belly button. I watched a smile flood over her face as the blood welled around the blade.
    “Good girl,” I said as I pulled Cynthia’s cord as tight as I could.
    She opened her mouth but there was no sound as her lips gaped like a landed fish. I felt the walls of her cunt tighten further as I picked up the rhythm of my fucking. I wanted to cum in her before she went. I wanted her to feel my hot adoration flood her womb in her last moment.
    I saw Cindy pull the bloody knife out of her guts. She was staring at us in awe and lust as she gave the blade a quick lick before positioning it in the center of her mons and burying it in herself again. Her back arched as her blood flowed and she cried out “Yeeesssss!”
    Cynthia didn’t have long left. Her face must have been dark purple and only now did her hands reach weakly for the cord that was ending her. But they had no strength to them and they only touched feebly at the silk before falling to her bouncing tits which jumped with every forceful thrust of my cock.
    The onlookers’ clothing was in piles on the floor now and tongues lapped at every surface that gave pleasure. Fingers roamed in every feminine hole and even a few other cocks plunged into willing cunts and mouths.
    I felt myself begin to build and I looked over at Cindy.
    “It’s almost time girl, are you ready?”
    Cindy’s twin wounds oozed her life blood as she nodded happily and drew the blade out of her mons and placed it at her own throat. She was ready; she was just waiting for me.
    Cynthia’s hands on her breasts fell limply away and I felt her cunt begin to convulse around my throbbing cock. I let the surge take me and exploded inside her dying body.
    “Hnnnnnnnnn!,” I groaned as pulse after pulse of thick gooey semen blasted into Cynthia’s deep inner recesses. I let my head turn sideways as I came to watch Cindy’s smiling face as she drew the knife deeply across her throat. Blood made black by the blue light fountained down over her glorious curvy tits and I watched her beautiful mouth try to take in air through the ruin of her neck.
    The last of my cum began to dribble out from around Cynthia’s corpse’s pussy lips as I watched the light behind Cindy’s smiling face go out.
    I let Cynthia’s weight lean against me as I tilted my head back to let out a contented sigh and closed my eyes. I released the strangling cord and reached forward to fondle Cynthia’s dead breasts, admiring their softness and the way they rolled around pleasantly in my grip.
    I then felt Cynthia’s body being lifted slightly by someone and my softening member spilled out of her cum soaked cunt. I felt Amy’s soft warm lips start to suck the cum and pussy juice from my cock and knew I would be hard again before the night was done. Time enough for a few more drinks, a little more dancing, and finding a way of sending Amy screaming and cumming out of this life.

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