****** Necrophilia by Mike Hunt ******
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Necrophilia


I walked slowly home from the bus stop. It had been a long and tiring day at
the office, and the boss was being a fucking wanker as usual. It seemed that
everything I did at work was not satisfactory. "Fuck him!" I said aloud to
myself, "Anyway, I have plans for tonight."

I opened the door to my apartment and went in. Winter was just setting in, and
already the sky was growing dark. I flicked on the lights, then the heater. I
grabbed a pizza out of the freezer and threw it into the microwave. Living
alone had led to eating a lot of quick and easy bought dinners.

My mind drifted off, as I thought of my mother. I remembered the way she used
to speak to me as a child. When she was in a good mood I could never do
anything wrong in her eyes, but when she was in a bad mood she was a bitch. I
couldn't do a fucking thing right.

The alarm on the microwave brought me back to the present. The pizza smelled
delicious, and soon the hunger pangs in my stomach were gone, replaced by a
warm feeling.

The sky was almost dark now, time to get ready for the night ahead. I changed
into my evening clothes, my black jeans, black shirt, black shoes, and black
jersey. What would I take with me tonight? Nothing I decided. I would make the
most of what I found for a change.

The next decision was where to go. I thought for a moment, then decided to just
walk around and wait for a good opportunity. I left the apartment, leaving a
light on, the TV on, and locking the door behind me. I wouldn't want anyone
breaking in while I was out. I walked down the block for a while, heading east,
then decided north was the way I'd go, so at the next street I headed north.
The night was still, and there was hardly a sound, apart from the odd car, and
my feet upon the sidewalk.

I walked for about 20 minutes, closely scrutinizing every possible apartment
building I saw. Then I saw the perfect one. The lights were on inside, and I
knew from previous outings that the girl who lived there was one hot babe. This
would be the one tonight. I walked over to the steps leading up to the
apartment. I saw a nice large brick at the top of them, so I picked it up. This
would come in very handy. I listened at the door before knocking, I could hear
her talking to someone. Her boyfriend I assumed. Footsteps approached the door,
followed by the unlocking of the door. It was opened by a man, tall, well built
with fine blonde hair. I needed no second chance, I struck straight away. I
said, "Hello, I'm Mr...", then promptly struck him on the side of the head with
the brick. His still body collapsed to the ground with a shallow thud.

"Craig, what's going on out there", came a voice from another room. Without
answering, I closed the door and locked it behind me.

"Craig, stop fooling around out there", came the voice. It sounded so soft and
gentle.

"Craig, what the hell are you doing?" the voice said. I ignored it and walked
into the kitchen, placing the brick on the bench, and quietly opened a drawer.
Inside was a knife, beautiful stainless steel glinting in the artificial light
from the bulb. I removed it from the drawer, caressing its heavy blade. Its
first test of worth was cutting the phone cable in half. I smiled with delight,
as it easily cut through the wires.

"Craig, don't be such a wanker, come back in here, I'm lonely." I approached
the room where I knew she would be waiting. I walked in, and she looked up from
the TV and gasped.

"Craig can't make it I'm afraid", I gently told her.

"Where is he, what have you done..." she gasped, starting to get agitated.

"Don't worry", I said, "I'm not going to hurt you. I will make it as painless
as possible."

She screamed as I brought the knife down, slashing across her face, stabbing
her head, before slicing it cleanly across her throat - bringing her to
silence. She was beautiful. I sat for a moment just looking over her sexy body.
I began to get hard, thinking off her beautiful pussy. I unbuttoned her blouse,
took off her bra, and caressed her beautiful large breasts. I kissed them and
sucked the nipples gently. I drop of blood tricked down between them, which I
massaged into her soft skin.

I moved down lower, and ran my tongue around her belly button. I smelt the
sweet fragrance of her perfume. I removed her trousers, and socks then carried
her through to a bedroom where I placed her gently on the bed. I spent some
more time admiring her beautiful body, those large tits and now... and now that
beautiful cunt.

I removed my clothes, and felt my cock. It was hard, and I climbed on top of
her. I kissed her bloody lips passionately, rubbing my cock against her pussy.
I penetrated her, without too much difficulty, even though she was hardly
lubricated. Her flesh was still warm, and I felt her beautiful tits, while
fucking her luscious pussy. I moaned with pleasure as I came, enjoying the
stillness of her body. I kissed her again, then withdrew my cock from her slit
and rubbed it between her tits, and let cum run off the end of it, onto the
gaping wound to her throat.

I rolled her over, then began fucking her asshole, while feeling her tits. I
was fascinated by them, they were so soft, their warmth only slowly fading. I
again brought myself to orgasm.

Next, I decided to live out my wildest fantasy I had ever had. Using the knife
I made the slit in her throat larger, then proceeded to fuck it. The blood
acted sufficiently as a lubricant, and the natural elasticity of the skin
provided enough tightness to giving me a good hole to fuck. I thrust numerous
times, enjoying immensely each stroke to this new orifice. I came again, the
best orgasm of the night, shooting hot jism deep into her throat and towards
her stomach.

"Eat me bitch", I said quietly to her. I then withdrew, and quickly dressed.
This had been a good night. I dressed her before leaving and sat her in front
of the television, to let her finish watching the movie. I thanked her for the
lovely evening, then left...