The House By The River
I live in a suburb of a large city. As a child, I spent a lot of time in the
forest that began some fifty meters from my house. Often, I went to a large
forsaken house standing on the bank of the river which flows through the wood.
The house is in pretty bad shape, and the river is eroding the ground it
occupies, someday, I wouldn’t be surprised if it falls into the water.
One warm summer morning I went to spend the day at this house. I was thinking of
smoking my pot when I heard somebody’s footsteps and a minute later the door
squeaked and opened. I quickly hid in the little room behind the main one, and
looked through a crack in the wall. I saw a young woman, her face was pretty -
large brown eyes, a sensitive mouth, and long fair hair. She wore a short white
dress and no bra, her large tits swayed to and fro as she walked. She was
carrying a plastic bag. The girl scanned the room and then approached an old
chair in the corner. She dragged it into the middle of the room, right under the
ceiling pillar, opened her bag and took out a coil of rope. Then I understood
everything: she had come here to hang herself! I tried my best to conceal my
heavy breathing and felt the spasm of lust burning in my pants. I couldn’t
believe my luck.
Meanwhile, the girl stood on the chair and attached the rope to the pillar. The
rope was thick, with a noose on one end. Having done this, she sighed deeply,
arranged her dress and put the noose on her neck. Taking her long hair out of
the noose, she did it in a braid, tightened the rope on her neck and then stood
on the very edge of the chair, stretching her right leg down, her left heel held
her weight. Then the chair fell. She was hanging now. When I saw those two
slender legs hanging in the air, my dick went crazy. For a second or two her
feet were motionless, but then they started dancing, trying to reach the floor,
and I felt the horniest erection in my life. I watched the rope eat into the
girl’s smooth skin, her face quickly turned red, then purple... Her pretty lips
parted to let out her dark tongue, with saliva dripping down. But none of this
lessened her beauty... When her body began jerking, and her large tits swayed to
and fro, rubbing against the dress, I could see through the fabric that her
large dark nipples were very hard. Her legs at first moved chaotically,
wriggling in the air, rubbing against each other... then she kind of walked in
the air, and the short dress revealed her pretty little cunt covered by white
panties. Finally, her eyes rolled up and after a few convulsions she was gone.
I felt strange. Approaching the dead girl, I touched her wrist. There was no
pulse. I took off her dress and put it on the floor. A moment later I was
kissing her round tits - the nipples were still hard and licking them was a
great pleasure. My tongue was slowly sliding downwards, down her belly, and then
slowly I pulled off her wet panties and opened her thighs. Her pussy was very
wet, and it was also very hot! I licked it a little, and then unzipped my pants
and freed my crazy dick. Holding the body around the waist, I pushed my dick
into her warm relaxed hole. After a few wonderful strokes, I had the wildest
orgasm in my life.
I don’t know how many times I’d made love to that hanged girl that day. But I
can tell you it’s nothing like fucking those stupid living girls. I was taking a
risk spending so much time with her, so I left regretting I had no camera. A
week later I saw her picture in the local paper, the note told about a young
woman found dead in the forsaken house, a typical suicide.
Copyright by Saba (2002).