The Gift

I don’t know why I stopped. Maybe it was the rain or just that I was feeling down and thought I’d get a lift by helping someone. Anyway, I knew he was in trouble and was not used to working on his car in the rain soaked darkness. I pulled over, got out of my car and walked up to him. He was a clean cut gentleman who looked somewhat out of place here, driving an old beat up Chevy four door. “Looks like you could use some help” I said. He turned and looked at me. At once a shudder went through my body, there was something in his eyes, something that made a connection on an as of yet unconscious level. Somehow, I knew that we had bonded, but I did not yet know what that would mean. “Thanks for stopping, I sure could need some help here” he said. “It just died on me, I think it’s the fuel pump”, he added. “Well, there’s nothing open this late, can I give you a lift anywhere?” I asked. Yes, he said, as a matter of fact I’ve got something I need to drop off at the dump”. With that he opened his trunk and pulled out what looked like a duffel bag with something heavy and flexible inside. I opened my trunk and he dumped it in.

Back in my car, I turned the heater up to chase off the damp chill. “Hey man, I’m Steven” I said. “Nice to meet you Steve, you can call me Dan”. We drove a few miles down the road to a large open top Dumpster he knew of. We got out of the car and he pulled his parcel out of the trunk. I gave him a hand as he lifted it into the Dumpster. Something about it felt familiar, but I couldn’t quite place it at the time. “What’s in this thing?” I asked. “Oh, just some leftovers I had around the house” he said with a smile.

We got back in the car and headed down the road. I asked him where he wanted to go and he responded that he would like to stop for a cold one and would like to thank me for helping him out. Knowing that there was a popular nightspot about twenty minutes away, I took him up on his offer.

We arrived at Max’s Tavern, an old but popular hang out for some of the less ‘refined’ folks, you know the type – easy going people who just want to have a beer, play some pool and try to pick up some of the fine young ladies who frequented the Tavern. We got a table in the back and he promptly ordered a round of Coors. We began with the usual small talk, covering what he did for a living and how he ended up stuck on the side of the road and so forth. I looked at Dan and tried to remember if I had seen him before – he had a rugged, but refined look and enough charisma to keep your attention, his dark hair and piercing blue eyes seemed to have an almost hypnotic affect. I judged him to be in his early forties and in excellent shape.

A cute waitress, a red head with a slender body and a large chest brought us two more ice cold Coors. Dan used his charm and had her enticed and at ease in no time at all. No doubt Dan was a smooth operator, a real ladies man who could get what he wanted. Clearly, he had that special gift that worked around your defenses, putting you at ease and at his will.
After a few rounds we began to talk about the cute girls in the Tavern and our sexual preferences. We both agreed that we liked our girls thin and young, with small chests and tight, firm butts. We were both ass men and admitted that we liked to look at the backside before the front. “See that blond over there?” he asked, pointing to a shapely girl to our right, “she has a really nice body and a great ass”. The he added, “What would you do if she came over here and said you could do anything you wanted with her?” I pondered the wonderful situation in my mind, images of passion interspersed with unspeakable desires welled up from the depths of my mind, “What would you do?” I asked nervously. Hmm, he said, “Well, all I’ll say right now is that any sweet sexy body like that is good enough to eat!” he laughed and ordered another round. “Tell me, Steve”, he asked “What would you do if you came upon a wreck and there was no one around. You got out to investigate and found a girl like her dead in the car, not bloody and messed up, but just dead, a broken neck or something?” Looking around the room and seeing all of the pretty girls, my crotch began to ache as my member was growing harder with each word. I couldn’t stand it any longer. “Man, I’ve always wanted to have sex with a pretty dead girl” I stated. “That would be awesome, I mean, you could do anything with her. Just being able to investigate every inch of her, and to suck on her dead asshole, man oh man!” Dan had a big smile on his face, “I know just how you feel” he said. I continued, holding nothing back as the beer and his conversation made me feel completely comfortable revealing my darkest secrets, things I had never spoken to anyone. “Something else I had always fantasized about” I said, “is to cut a girl open and explore her insides, particularly to open her belly and play with her intestines. You see, it’s such a mystery that we get hot over these girls, make love to them but we never get to see the beauty of their bodies from the inside. When you try to talk about it in normal situations, even just commenting on the wonders of the human body, it’s like it doesn’t exist or is totally disgusting.” Dan nodded and agreed with what I was saying. “There is one more thing”, I added, “The ultimate reward”. “And what would that be?” he asked with a knowing smile. “To eat the meat of a sweet young girl. It must be the sweetest meat in the world, the ultimate meal!” I looked at Dan, wondering what was going on behind those blue eyes as he digested the things that I had just revealed. “Steve”, he said, “you are all right. I feel the same way as you do.” “So tell me, if, by some odd chance, you were able to do these things with any girl here, which one would you pick?”

With that, I began to look around the room, my heart and mind racing as I pondered the incredible scenario Dan had just asked me to explore. Max’s is a late nightclub and there was a pretty good crowd in the place, even though it was just past 0200. There were a number of cute girls, a blonde who must have been about 5’ 8” 120lbs with painted on jeans, a curly haired brunette about 5’6” 110 and a host of others, but I was looking for one in particular that I had seen earlier. Then, I saw her. I had seen her here before and knew her name was Christy. She was 21 years old 5’ 8” tall and weighed about 115lbs. You know the type – she could have been a model with her long legs and tight hips that let the light shine through her crotch. She had straight brown hair that came just to her shoulders, dark brown, almost black eyes, a chest that was about a handful each, and gorgeous tanned silky smooth skin. She had no visible freckles or moles, just soft and smooth with a great smile. She was in super shape, as she liked to play tennis and had been on the high school team. But Christy’s best asset was just that – she had a picture perfect ass she like to cover with worn, painted on blue jeans. Many times I had fantasized about what was under those jeans, what her sweet sexy ass looked and smelled like, did she trim her bush, and what did she taste like in her most private orifices? These were things I was certain I would never know, but were certainly a good excuse to grab a cold one and get a fresh view a couple of times a month. “Well, Dan”, I said, “hands down, that’s the girl right there” I said, pointing discreetly. “Her name is Christy and she’d be a dream for sure!” Dan smiled and agreed, adding, “Boy she sure is a baby doll, looks kind of innocent too. I bet she is tight in both holes!” With that we both had a good laugh as I felt a familiar stirring in my crotch.

We finished our beers and headed to the door. I watched as Dan looked intently around the Tavern, finally giving Christy a long stare that generated a brief smile from her face as their gazes met. “See you later, good night” Dan said and walked to the car.

Dan gave me directions that led to a very secluded place in the country. “Come on in for a night cap” he said. I took him up on the offer, already feeling no pain from the bizarre evening. After grabbing a few cold Coors from the fridge, Dan and I went downstairs to his basement. The room was clean and featured leather couches and a big screen TV. “Make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right back” he said as he went around the corner. I heard a heavy sounding door open and close and then repeat to be followed by Dan’s return moments later. “Steve, we talked about a lot of very taboo things tonight and I thought you might want to look at these” he said as he set a thick photo album onto my lap. “If you find anything in there upsetting, please let me know, OK?” he asked. “Sure” I said, “Lets see what you have here”. I opened the first page of the book and found myself starring at several photos of a very pretty young girl, probably around 16 to 18 years old wearing a short T-shirt and gym shorts. She had long straight dirty blond hair and I guessed her to be about 5’ 6” tall and maybe 105lbs. “Like what you see?” Dan asked, “Oh yeah” I said, “She’s cute”. “Turn the page” instructed Dan. I did and the room swam around me. I was shaking and I was afraid I would cum in my pants right there. I found myself staring at an 8x10 photo of the same girl, except this time she was laying on her back, completely nude. Now, although she was awesome, this was not the reason for my reaction. No, it was because she was very pale and had been neatly cut open from her furry patch of pubic hair up to her breastbone. Her coiled pink small intestines bulged out of her left side while the glistening purplish large intestine laid across the top of her exposed belly. Her liver and other organs were also plainly visible. I flipped through the following pages and watched in complete fascination as she was neatly dissected, her head being neatly removed and the meat stripped from her legs and ass. There were some earlier photos of her detailing her external anatomy, including detailed pictures of her anus and pussy. Then I turned to a page that showed a close up shot of her beautiful face. Her brown eyes starring blankly from the soft, silky face of what had been a gorgeous young creature, but was now a mask of necrophilic beauty, ready to be used in whatever fashion your darkest pleasures desired. With this I could hold back no longer, and I proceeded to get off to the Max right there in front of Dan. “Oh gosh, sorry” I said, embarrassed that I had cum in front of a man I had just met. Dan smiled and patted my back, “Hey, no problem, no problem at all. I just had to know you were really turned on by these things and not just faking it to be cool. Don’t worry, everything’s cool with me”. I didn’t even think to ask where he had gotten those pictures. I could see that there were many more in the album, but Dan wanted to get some sleep and returned the album to the room he had gotten it from. As I was leaving, Dan asked me, “Steven, how can I get in touch with you if I need to? What is a good time to catch you at night, a time when you would be able to swing by for a beer of something on short notice?” I told him when I was available and gave him my phone number. With that, I drove off into the night, heading home for some sleep. Later, lying in my bed, I thought about the events of the evening and again brought myself to a climax as I thought about the girls in the pictures and Christy.

It was about six weeks later when I got the call. It was a quiet Saturday night and I was just sitting around watching baseball on the TV. “Steven, what’s up?” said a familiar voice on the phone “listen, I’ve got something here that I believe you would like. Can you come right over?” Dan asked. Looking at the clock, which told me it was 10:30pm, I said, “Yeah, I can be there around 11 o’clock” “Great! See you then” replied Dan and hung up. Something inside me made me stir with excitement, my crotch swelling with signs of growth. What could he have for me? I wondered, thinking it was probably some more pictures or something. My body shook with an unnatural excitement, as if I knew there was something special, a meeting with a destiny lying 30 minutes into the night.

Dan let me in and quickly closed the door and led me down stairs. He produced a couple ice cold Coors as we settled in to catch the rest of the Dodgers game. After setting for a few minutes, Dan said, “Come on, I’ve got something for you”. I asked what it was, but he would not say. He led me to a door, which I guessed was the heavy door that I had heard open the last time I was here.

“Here’s the deal”, he said, “ I’m going to blindfold you and lead you into my private study. When we are there, I’ll take it off. I promise you that you will enjoy what waits for you there. You understand that this is between us and no one else, you got it?” “Sure, Dan, whatever you say” I said. I was shaking with sexual excitement as Dan placed the blindfold around my head. We walked a good ways, and I guessed that there must be some tunnels connected with his basement. I heard another heavy door open and close behind us. Dan removed my blindfold. We stood in a large room that was clean and sterile with no carpet but a sealed concrete floor instead. There were no pictures on the wall, but several mirrors were visible. There was a large stainless steel table in the center of the room and a king-sized bed covered in heavy plastic in the corner. On the bed was a blue sleeping bag, fully stretched out as if someone was inside of it. Next to the bed was a table, which held an assortment of knives and scalpels. There ware also a number of stainless trays that looked like something you would put a roast in. At this point, Dan turned to me and placed his hand upon my shoulder. "Steven, my friend, the other night you helped me out of a jam. I knew when we met that we were kind of kindred spirits, I could sense it in my bones. Our conversations only served to confirm my feelings. Here before you is my thanks for you help the other night. Have fun. If you need me, press the intercom. There’s more beer and stuff in the fridge.” With that, Dan smiled and walked out the door, closing it behind him.

I knew and yet I didn’t know what I would find within the confines of the sleeping bag. I knelt down nest to it and ran my hands over the bag, feeling the outlines of its contents. My heart was pounding and I was shaking like a leaf as I realized that there was a body inside of the bag. My hands roamed the unmistakable form of a female, her slender stature and handful sized breasts being clearly revealed through the blue down bag. I closed my eyes and pulled the zipper back a few inches. Opening my eyes, I starred as soft brown hair spilled out of the bag. Slowly, I pulled the top open and away from the girl inside. I couldn’t believe it. Lying there in front of me was Christy. She was fully clothed, wearing blue jeans and a T-shirt that she had tied off so that it revealed her tight, flawless belly. She had a pair of white Reeboks on her feet and short pink socks. She was pale and my eyes drifted to the small nick on the inside of her left arm. I knew this was where Dan had drained her blood, as he had mentioned that this was the perfect way to kill without damaging the body. Plus, it had the added benefit of allowing you to open her up with out making a huge bloody mess.

I was shaking with sexual energy and a strange euphoria I had never felt before. I stood back for a moment and examined the improbable, but inconceivably erotic sight lying before me. How many times had I fantasized about something like this, and now Christy was mine, all mine to explore my wildest, darkest, and most unspeakable sexual perversions.
I stripped off my clothes and walked back to Christy. I felt her smooth, silky belly and reached my fingers under the waist of her jeans, shuddering as they made contact with the top portion of her pubic hair. Her belly felt so smooth, so soft and inviting. The sound of me unzipping her pants echoed in the room. The zipper reached the end of its travel, revealing thin pink panties covering Christy’s pussy. They were bulged out and darkened by the patch of her pubic hair, thin strands of which stuck out over the thin material. I pulled the pants off one leg at a time, taking time to rub my face against the smooth silkiness of her thighs. They were so supple and yet so relaxed, so limp in death. Tossing her jeans onto the floor, I proceeded to pull off her panties. The pink G-string slid effortlessly over her smooth tanned legs unleashing her most private parts in their full glory. I licked her soft inner thighs and then lay on top of her, kissing her supple lips. It was totally awesome to lay on a girls body and realize that no air came from her nostrils, no breath moved from her lips, her belly was still and silent, a testimony to the fact that this was a dead girl. I pulled her up into my arms, holding her and relishing the unique limpness of her body. I smelled the clean aroma of her brown hair, and felt the unusual weight of her head as it balanced on her lifeless neck muscles. Never before had I held a girl who had not a single tensed muscle, and made no attempt to straighten herself or to resist my touch. She was totally at my command, totally yielding to my desires as I placed her lifeless form back onto the bed. I sat back up with her legs on either side of me. It was time to see the part of her that I most coveted. Slowly, I raised both of her legs into the air, bending them back over her chest. As her pelvis rolled upwards, her puckered anus came into clear view. This was Christy’s most private spot, I thought to myself, oh how embarrassed she would have been to have someone examine her treasures in this fashion. Her anus was tightly closed, well puckered and sitting in what ass lovers would call a nice anal crater. There was a dark area surrounding the hole, but no hairs at all. Her anus was larger than I had guessed and I wondered if she had ever let anyone lick and kiss her here. I laid her legs back down, turning her onto her side as I did so. I pulled her shirt off over her head and removed her bra. Her tits were perfect – the size of a full handful with dark, quarter size nipples. I rolled her completely onto her face and buried my face between her legs. Her pussy was sweet, her patch of brown pubic hair tufted, but well manicured. Her pussy felt nice, although it was cooler than a living girl, it was not cold. She had small, perfectly matched lips covered with a fine, soft, brown hair. She was not a virgin and I wondered who had been lucky enough to see these sights before me. I licked the muskyness of her sex, feeling the moistness of her pussy. After a few moments, my attentions drifted to her other hole. I let my tongue wander up to her puckered anus and worked my way inside. There was a distinct difference here from a live girl, as her anus did not offer any resistance and allowed my tongue inside with ease. I savored the musky aroma and the sweet taste of her sphincter. I licked my finger and worked it inside. I pushed it several inches into her rectum and then extracted it, noting that it was streaked with her still warm shit. It was a rich brown color and had a woody, but not unpleasant aroma. It had almost a sweet taste as I sucked my finger clean, enjoying a taste of her final shit.

I had to have her. I rolled her over and entered her cool pussy. It was tight, but moist. After adding a little K-Y for lube, I slide in easily. While she was still relatively warm, I noticed that her cooling corpse felt cold against the heat of my throbbing member. Her body was so limp and relaxed, it was like a rag doll. She was so soft and smooth, her tongue was rather like cool liver in my mouth. I thrust into her with all of my force, her limp breasts bouncing with every thrust, her expressionless head rocking back and forth with my lustful rhythm. After several intense minutes, I exploded into the most powerful orgasm I had ever had, nearly passing out with the release. Spent for a moment, I collapsed onto her body and rested, but only for a moment. I kissed the length of Christy’s corpse, from her lips down past her breasts, across her smooth belly, into her pubic hair, down the length of her pussy and finally to her anus. I got up and looked at the assortment of tools on the table. Now it was time to find the real treasure.

I selected a blade about 3” long ½” wide made of carbon steel. It had an edge like a razor. Spreading my left hand on top of her pubic hair, I pushed down just enough to tighten the skin just above her pubic bone. I pressed the tip of the blade into her, watching in fascination as it slid effortlessly into her flesh as I released the pressure of my hand. Slowly, carefully, I cut her belly in a line from her pubic bone up until I struck her breastbone. The effect was magnificent. Her skin parted, revealing a layer of yellowish fat just beneath the surface. Under this was the red muscle of her abdominal wall. This parted, allowing slimy, glistening coils of her intestines to protrude from her body. Her small intestine came out easily, grayish pink coils which were pulled with little effort to the side of her body. Her large intestine, purplish gray and shiny, was laid across the upper portion of her belly, darting back into her along the side. I lay against her gutted corpse, my hardened member well lubricated with the fluids of her glistening entrails. My rock hard member twisted amongst her intestines, spewing forth another load as I gazed upon the wonderful, ever so complex organism that had once been known as Christy. I was intensely erotic for me to realize that this beautiful girl was now fully revealed to me in all her glory, as she had never been to anyone before. I gazed now at both the beauty of her silky young body and the glistening internal organs and healthy red muscle that made her all she was before. I reached my arm up inside of her ribcage, feeling around in the slimy warmth until I touched her heart. Grabbing it tightly, I tore it from her body, pulling out the muscular pump that had given her life. After admiring it for a moment, I placed it in one of the nearby steel trays.

The next step was to carefully remove her beautiful head. It took only two chops with the cleaver to sever her spine after first cutting away the soft tissue with a sharp knife. Holding her head at arms length, I marveled at her beauty, the delicate perfection of her features, the silkiness of her skin. Her head will make the perfect centerpiece on the dinner table. Pressing the intercom, I called Dan and told him that I was ready for him to join me.

I helped as Dan expertly stripped the meat from Christy’s thighs, calves, and butt. It’s amazing how quickly an expert butcher can do his work. The meat from her legs was placed into the stainless trays I had seen earlier. I held part of her thigh in my hand and marveled how it looked like beef tenderloin, red and well marbled with juicy fat, ready for cooking.
A few hours later, I enjoyed the finest meal of my life. The table was set in splendor, a tray of her roasted thigh meat along with a beautifully roasted ass cheek placed on shinning stainless platters. In the center of the table laid Christy’s gorgeous head, neatly prepped in all her splendor. How tender and moist were the cheeks of her ass, basted with a rich broth. The sweet meat melted in my mouth with a tenderness no other meat possessed. Dan and I toasted with a fine bottle of 1997 Mondavi Reserve Cabernet, smiling as we gazed into our beautiful centerpiece. I closed my eyes as I swallowed another mouthful of the tender meat, closing my eyes, thinking of images of Christy when she was alive, never knowing what was in store for her. As I chewed, the sensation was beyond words, knowing that the sweet meat fibers in my mouth had once been an attractive young woman who enjoyed life and friends. I swallowed her flesh, wondering what fate had destined her to be digested inside of my body as I opened my eyes, meeting the gaze of Christy’s sightless brown orbs.

Dan summed it all up “Steven, you know, you can never go back to the same way of life now that you have tasted this. There’s no way you won’t want more.” Grinning, I raised a toast to Dan, “I know, my friend, this is only the beginning, I thank you for a gift that is beyond imagination, a gift that will forever change me from this time forward.”

Leaning back and gazing at the exquisite head on our table, I agreed. Would this be the best I would ever have? Only time will tell!

Copyright by Me2u1time (2002).

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