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Amanda (Part 1)
She was all he wanted, he thought this as his hand slowly caressed down her side. She lay there, un-moving. To him, she was Amanda, a girl he had loved for the past two years. To others, she was a corpse.
Her skin was a light grey tinged green color. He hair still held it's amber glow even as clumps fell out. Her eyes, once green, now held only the color that death can bring. Moist, hot air spilled from his lips as he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.
Memories flooded in before his eyes, and why wouldn't they? This is the place where they first made love, her room. The rest of the house was being emptied as her parents were moving out. Though this room was untouched, a shrine to their daughter. He traces a finger down between her breasts.
*****
Digging her up was easier than expected. The earth having been made soft by a recent rain. The coffin however was a completely separate affair. He had to use his shovel, well aware of the noise he was causing. Though seemingly no one had heard as the grey clouds rolled in overhead.
*****
It was still raining outside, but he hardly payed any attention. He kissed up the inside of her legs slowly, gently. In life this had drove her crazy. He had opened her up, placing a tube (soft, sterile) inside her, preparing her as he mounted. At first he was hesitant, closing his eyes he pushed inside thrusting.
Her body shook to his movements as he felt his orgasm mounting. He came inside as a car door slammed shut. The parents were home, no doubt about to clean their daughters room.
In a flurry he pulls his clothes on opening her bedroom window. Having no time to take the body he does the next best thing. Reaching into his backpack he pulls out a small hatchet. A few swings and her head comes neatly off her body. Wrapping her head in plastic he scampers out the window into the rain, leaving her body on the bed for her parents to see.
*****
Later that night as he sets alone in his house, he ponders on what comes next. Un-wrapping her head he sets her lips around his cock. Lightning flashes overhead as he presses down.
Her skin was a light grey tinged green color. He hair still held it's amber glow even as clumps fell out. Her eyes, once green, now held only the color that death can bring. Moist, hot air spilled from his lips as he leaned down, kissing her swollen lips.
Memories flooded in before his eyes, and why wouldn't they? This is the place where they first made love, her room. The rest of the house was being emptied as her parents were moving out. Though this room was untouched, a shrine to their daughter. He traces a finger down between her breasts.
*****
Digging her up was easier than expected. The earth having been made soft by a recent rain. The coffin however was a completely separate affair. He had to use his shovel, well aware of the noise he was causing. Though seemingly no one had heard as the grey clouds rolled in overhead.
*****
It was still raining outside, but he hardly payed any attention. He kissed up the inside of her legs slowly, gently. In life this had drove her crazy. He had opened her up, placing a tube (soft, sterile) inside her, preparing her as he mounted. At first he was hesitant, closing his eyes he pushed inside thrusting.
Her body shook to his movements as he felt his orgasm mounting. He came inside as a car door slammed shut. The parents were home, no doubt about to clean their daughters room.
In a flurry he pulls his clothes on opening her bedroom window. Having no time to take the body he does the next best thing. Reaching into his backpack he pulls out a small hatchet. A few swings and her head comes neatly off her body. Wrapping her head in plastic he scampers out the window into the rain, leaving her body on the bed for her parents to see.
*****
Later that night as he sets alone in his house, he ponders on what comes next. Un-wrapping her head he sets her lips around his cock. Lightning flashes overhead as he presses down.
Published 4th Jul 2015
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