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     Dear Reader.....You may find this tale to be revolting or
disgusting, because it depicts ways you would not wish to treat
your immediate family.  Close family members are to be cherished,
and believe me, I would never treat my sisters or cousins in this
fashion.  Be advised that both of my sisters are intelligent young
women and very much intact.  I have never treated them with
disrespect, and aside from an occasional roll in the hay, when
invited, our relationships have been normal, if not a little
complex.

     What kind of sick person, you ask, would write a story like
this.  Perhaps, one just like those who might happen to read it,
or people such as Ms. Foster and Mr. Hopkins of the great film,
SILENCE OF THE LAMBS, who have chosen to take this topic to a
dramatic high.

     If you don't like sadistic tales of sex and cannibalism,
please read no farther.  If you do, get a cup of coffee and just
carry on.

     Please do not try most of the activities described herein at
home.

     W.S.  Atlanta - 2001 




	copywrite 2005  Willy Smith  willywilly19008@yahoo.com



                           Eating Pussy

                                by

                           Willy Smith





     I watched from the seat of my truck as my sister and our
first cousin walked back from the boat landing. All the packs had
been loaded into the eighteen foot aluminum boat, and the two
young women were talking in an animated fashion as they approached
me. As usual, they were involved in a heated argument, and I hoped
this one didn't turn into another fist fight as had been the
occasion several times in the past. Each bore small scars from one
particularly nasty occasion at a school barbecue when they had
armed themselves with forks. 

     Mary, my youngest sister of five, and Kaye, our cousin, were
both twenty-two years old, and had been rivals since they were
born, three days apart, to twin sisters. Mary had long dark hair,
a contrast to Kaye's golden tresses, which she also wore to the
middle of her back. That was the only difference between the two,
and was it not for the hair, they could have been twins.

     I didn't know why they wanted to go on this secret camping
trip into the wilds of northern Minnesota, but I had agreed to
accompany them after they had come to me separately with the
proposition. I was to tell nobody about it, just that I was going
away on a two week trip. 

     Mary and Kaye were two years older than me, really seemed to
dislike each other, and were each jealous of any attention I paid
to either of them. All the girls in the family, my five sisters,
Kaye and her two sisters, and our mothers, all looked very
similar, but Mary and Kaye were the closest in age, and
continuously aggravated one another.

     It was difficult for me not to pay attention to them, because
I was a horny twenty-year old, and they were beautiful, sexy,
young women with fabulous bodies. No guy in the world hasn't at
least thought about screwing his sister, or cousin, especially
when they looked like the two of them. Only one time had I ever
put thought to action, and that was just happenstance.

     It had been at the lake one summer, in August,  at a family
reunion when I was sixteen years old. A bunch of us were swimming
and didn't notice the black clouds until the first lightning
strike. After that, the clouds dumped a cold, hard rain that we
could hardly see through as we ran for any shelter we could find.
Mary and I found the cab of my old Ford pickup truck.

     We were soaking wet and the cold set in as soon as we jumped
into the cab. I had put the truck behind a park building so no one
would see the beer I had hidden in a cooler on the floorboard, and
we were separated from the others by at least a hundred yards,
some trees, and a building.

     Sitting in a truck late on a summer afternoon with my sister
in our bathing suits wasn't exactly my idea of fun, but with the
hot flashes of electricity and the cold rain there wasn't much
choice. My keys were back in my pants in a locker, and I couldn't
start the engine to run the heater, or even listen to the radio,
but there was beer, and a blanket.

     Mary started to shiver, so I put the blanket around us and
opened the cooler. I popped the caps on two Bud Lights and we
snuggled together until the shivering stopped. I could feel Mary's
left breast pressed against my arm and felt the hardness of the
nipple through the thin string bikini she filled out so well. The
moment wasn't lost on me just because she was my sister.

     She took a drink from the bottle, and looked out the window
at the hard rain

     "Well, little bro, looks like we're going to be here a
while."

     I nodded my head and looked at her.

     Mary's shoulders were hunched together, and through the
opening in the blanket I could see the swell of her breasts,
pushed up so the tops of each nipple peeked out, and I could feel
her long, muscled legs pressed against mine. She looked down at
the objects of my attention, then up at me.

     "Little brother, I think you're staring at my boobs."

     "I can't help it, Mary."

     She took another swig from the beer.

     "Well, do you like them? How do they compare with Kaye's?
I've seen you staring at hers."

     That was true enough, I had often stared at Kaye's luscious
body, and most of my fantasies had been of her instead of Mary,
just because Mary was my sister, and Kaye a cousin. I framed my
answer carefully.

     "I have to admit that's the truth, Mary. You both look a lot
alike, but you're my sister and I didn't feel right staring at you
that way. Besides, I've just looked at her in a bathing suit. 
I've never really seen them this close."

     "Well, again, do you like them, mine that is.?"

     "Yeah, they're great."

     Mary shuffled around on the seat, and moved closer to me. I
could feel the heat from her body, and it was warming up inside
the truck from the heat from both our bodies. The windows were
already fogged up.

     "Do you want to look at them up close?"

     "I am looking at them up close."

     "Oh, little brother. What am I going to do with you? You'll
never get anywhere if you can't read the signals."

     Mary took my beer from my hand, and turned toward me.

     "Do you see the little clasp between the cups?"

     "You mean in the middle, between your boobs?"

     "That's the one. See if you can pull it apart without tearing
it?"

     "You mean undo it?"

     "That's what I mean, if you want to see them up close."

     I touched the clasp and pulled the two pieces in opposite
directions. I was surprised at how easily the tiny top came apart.

     Mary let the blanket slide off her shoulders and handed me
both bottles, only after she drained hers. Then she pulled off the
top, put it on the dashboard and held out her arms.

     "Here they are. What do you think?"

     I just stared in awe. Her breasts were better than any set I
had ever seen, and that includes movies, magazines, and the one or
two I had fondled when I had gotten lucky. They were just hand
sized, with small brown, hard nipples, now erect and pointing at
me. Sitting there in nothing but the skimpy thong bottom she was
the very essence of any young man's fantasy.

     I told her the truth.

     "Oh my God, Mary. This is cruel. How can you do this to me?
They're the greatest I've ever seen, and they're hung on my
sister."

     Mary grinned.

     "Actually, they're hung on a mostly naked girl, sitting next
to you in a secluded area, drinking beer with you, and she just
happens to be your sister."

     "They're perfect Mary. They're made for sucking."

     "So are those beers. Hand me another," she said, still
grinning at me.

     I took out two more beers, never taking my eyes off the
luscious boobs only inches from my mouth. I handed her one and she
took a swig by pulling about two inches of the neck of the bottle
into her mouth.

     We snuggled back together under the blanket and I put my arm
around her and pulled her tightly against me. I could feel the
hardness of her left nipple against my side, and I think she must
have felt the urge in her loins the same time as me.

     "Can I touch one?" I asked, tentatively.

     "Like I said, little brother, I'm a nearly naked girl sitting
next to you, and I just took my top off. It's apparent I must be
ripe, so to speak, and I have nothing on except this tiny thong,
which incidently, comes off by pulling these little bows on the
sides. Nearly naked girls can get all naked without too much
trouble, and I'm a nearly naked girl who just happens to be your
sister."

     We both went back to drinking beer, contemplating that last
thought. I was wearing cut off jeans and I could feel my seven
inch cock ready to bust loose through the fabric. I had not
touched her, but I could feel her chest heave as she took a deep
breath.

     I turned my head toward her, and as my lips touched hers, I
let the empty bottle fall to the floor and reached for her breast.
It was warm beneath my cold hand, and I felt her shiver again. I
moved down her throat across her perfect globe, and wrapped my
lips around the nipple. As I gently sucked on it, she moaned and I
heard her bottle fall to the floor.

     I felt her hands at my crotch as her nimble fingers
unbuttoned the jeans and then pulled down the zipper.

     I sat up to allow her to unzip me. I wore no underwear, so
when the zipper went to its bottom, my erect cock sprang up.

     "Why look at the size of it. If I had known about this in the 
next room every night I would have looked at it sooner."

     The jeans were tight and wet, so I pulled them down my thighs
to be more comfortable. As I rose up, my cock touched Mary's
cheek, and when I sat back in the seat her face followed it down.

     "We can't fuck in the truck, but I can do something else,"
she said.

     She raised back up in the seat.

     "Have you ever had a blowjob?" she asked.

     "No, but I dreamed about it."

     "I guess I'll have to show you my favorite way to do it. When
I put my lips around the tip, you hold my head tight in your arms
and move your hips up and down, like you're fucking a pussy,
except it's my mouth. With all the carbohydrate from the beer, I
need some protein."

     Mary went down on me, and when her lips touched the very tip
of my cock I had to think of other things to keep from shooting
off in her mouth.

     "I'll tell you when I'm about to cum so you can pull it out,"
I squeaked.

     "That's very nice, little brother, but don't let it worry
you. A blowjob's not over 'til all the cream's sucked out."

     I cradled her head in my arms and pushed up with my hips. I
was sitting in the middle of the seat, and I could feel my cock
sliding between her lips, and then against the back of her throat.
She had a small, pouty mouth, and I thought my enlarged cock must
surely tear her lips apart. But, they held tight against the
shaft, and the immense pleasure was making me see stars.

     It was indeed like fucking a pussy, except the erotic
sensation of my cock sliding in and out of my sister's mouth drove
me to move my hips faster and faster. It took only moments before
I felt the first, forceful spurt of sperm blast into her throat,
and when  it did, Mary backed her head away until only about an
inch of the shaft was between her lips. She swallowed with each
gob of jism, and as the eruptions came with less force she began
to suck and slurp, moving her mouth up and down.

     She sat up and looked at me, grinning. Her mouth was wet, and
a gob of sperm laden cum clung to her lower lip. Her tongue snaked
out and whisked it away.

     "What do you think about blowjobs?" she asked.

     "It's the best feeling I ever had," I told her, truthfully.

     "Look at my cock, it's growing again," I pointed out to her.     

     "So it is. So it is. Well, someday when the time and
circumstances are right, I'll teach you how to eat pussy, but
now's the time for cocksucking."

     I'm getting away from the point, though. Mary had sucked me
off again, then had put her top back on after I had shot my wad
between her lips two more times. I could have fucked her, but she
said she didn't want to get pregnant by me. It was our first and
last sexual encounter.

     Anyway, now I was sitting in the truck, four years later at a
boat landing on a desolate forest road in the north woods. The
chain of lakes stretched out in both directions for miles, and a
number of islands could be seen in any direction one looked. 

     Sam, my big German shepherd, was wagging his tail in the bed
of the truck, and as Mary and Kaye approached he yipped a few
times. He liked both girls, even if they didn't seem to like each
other.

     "Okay, Billy, the boat's loaded so let's go," said Kaye.

     I was looking forward to the trip in a strictly conventional
sense. There had been a lot of change in our lives in the recent
past, and I felt the need to get away to relax. Our parents had
died in the past three years, and Kaye had married and had been
divorced in just the past eight months. 

     I took out the check list I had brought and quietly went over
all the items we had planned to take. We were going about thirty
miles into what was still a wilderness, and there would be no
store to pick up things we had forgotten. When I was satisfied, I
put the list in my pocket and locked the truck. I didn't have to
tell Sam to come with us, he just jumped out of the truck and
followed us to the boat.

     It was mid-morning when I started the motor and headed out
into the lake. The day was warm and sunny and I didn't have to
consult the map for directions. I simply steered for the point of
a distant island and headed the boat there at about one half
throttle. We were in no hurry, and the slower speed conserved
fuel.

     In a matter of a few minutes, Mary and Kaye had each pulled
off their shirts and were sunning themselves in shorts and halter
tops. The sight of their lovely boobs bouncing with each small
wave I hit let me know I would spend this two week trip with a
perpetual hard on.

     Mary was sitting in the middle of the three seats, and Kaye
was stretched out on the packs and bags near the bow. She was
leaning back with her legs propped up and her knees apart, half
asleep, with her hair blowing in the light wind. When I looked at
her I thought she must be the most beautiful woman in the world,
that is until I looked at my sister and had my opinion altered.

     Sam must have thought the same thing because he moved up to
Kaye and lay down on the pack between her knees, his head rested
on her thigh, his eyes closing, too. He was a big, easy going dog
who would sleep his life away if he could.

     Mary turned on the seat and faced me.

     "This trip is going to be a first for you."

     "Why so?" I asked, over the steady sound of the forty horse
motor.

     "You being here may save one of us, Kaye or me."

     I gave her a quizzical look. Sometimes, Mary would talk in
circles before she came to the point. Other times, she could be
brutally frank and terse.

     "Kaye and I decided I'd be the one to tell you, and if you
don't want to go through with what we've planned, we're still
close enough to the boat landing to take you back."

     "To tell me what, Mary?"

     "What we've planned. I know you won't like it, but when you
hear the alternative, it's the best way."

     She had my curiosity up.

     "Mary, what the hell are you talking about?"

     "You know how Kaye and I have had this rivalry, even hated
each other since we were born?"

     I nodded my head.

     "Kaye and I have had a strange relationship, a lot of it you
have no idea about. We've had strong emotional ties since we were
very little, and those emotions have run from mutually destructive
hatred to the opposite end of the spectrum. In other words, we've
loved each other in every way possible, and hated each other to
the point where we have actually tried to kill one another." 

     "You don't have to tell me about that," I said. "I was a
witness to the knife fight at the barbecue."

     "It wasn't a knife fight, it was a fork fight. If we had
pistols it would have been a gunfight and you and I wouldn't be
having this conversation."

     "What did you mean by loving each other in every way
possible?"

     Mary looked at me, and then back toward Kaye.

     "Just what I said. We've been mortal enemies and lovers,
sometimes on the very same day. Are you surprised?"

     "I guess so. I mean, you and I, one time, well, you know. Are
you lesbians?"

     She looked back toward Kaye who was sound asleep. Sam's head
had moved to the vee between her legs, and he was asleep with his
snout resting on her pussy.

     Mary grinned at that, then she turned and answered.
     "We've made love, but we aren't lesbians. We don't go out and
look for women, and you know Kaye was married this time last year.
You also know how much I like cocks. Kaye and I make love as a
strange part of the highs and lows in our relationship. It's
almost like a crazy competitiveness where we try hard to sexually
please the other the most. Sex with Kaye is the same as a fight
between gladiators, and the winner is almost a loser. Except, the
winner has an orgasm instead of dying, at least up to now."


     I thought about that and it made a convoluted sense. 

     "Doesn't sound like the two of you should be spending a
vacation together. What did you do, bring me along to referee for
two weeks?"

     "No, we brought you along to bring one of us back."

     "One of you? What the hell are you talking about?"

     "I mean that only one of us, either Kaye or me, is coming
back from this trip. That is, if you agree to come with us and do
exactly as we ask." 

     "I don't understand, but this sounds crazy and I'm not going
along with it." I told her this as I was turning the boat back
toward the landing.

     Mary looked down at her feet, then back at me.

     "If you don't come with us, neither of us are coming back. If
you go you'll save at least one of us."

     "Shit, Mary. I don't understand this. What are you going to
do?"

     She stared straight ahead for a full minute, then answered
me.

     "Two things can happen. If you go with us, we are going to
have a contest. The winner of the contest chooses the fate of the
other. All we have agreed on is that the winner will have the
choice, and the other has to abide by the decision, no matter what
kind of death it is. The goal is that only one of us is to return
to the world to live the rest of her life in the relative peace
and contentment brought about by the end of the rivalry."

     "What happens if I don't go along with this lunacy?"

     "We decided we would go to one of the remote islands where no
one is around. There, we'll sink the boat and everything in it,
including the food, and even all our clothes. We'll swim back to
the island nude, with nothing but two knives and a rope. When we
get on land, at the softest spot we can find we are going to make
love until our cunts are raw from being licked. Then, we are going
to tie our ankles together with the rope and fight with the knives
until we are both dead."

     "Mary, this is the craziest thing I ever heard. If I leave
now, you both die, and if I go with you, one of you lives."

     "That's the way it is, brother. It's going to happen. Look at
it like this, you can save one of us, or just let both of us die."

     I turned the boat around and again headed away from the
landing. At least it would give me more time to think about this.
It was unbelievable. My sister and my cousin, and I'd known them
both all my life. Mary had even sucked my dick, and I had dreamed
of Kaye doing it for years. 

     Mary moved to the front of the boat and shook Kaye awake.

     "Kaye, you're going to get a sunburn if you don't put on some
lotion."

     Sam acted as if he didn't want to move his head and Kaye had
to push him away as she got up. I saw Mary look at me, then nod at
Kaye. Kaye got the message and just looked at me and smiled.

     Mary took some sun screen from the pack and had Kaye turn her
back. Then my sister slid the halter top to Kaye's waist and began
to rub the lotion on. Kaye had her side turned to me and it was my
first look ever at her breasts. From what I could see they were
exact replicas of Mary's.

     I watched as Mary shifted from Kaye's back to her front, and
it was strangely erotic to see my sister rub Kaye's breasts with
the lotion. Mary spent several minutes massaging the sun screen
into Kaye's nipples, and I noticed that Kaye's eyes were closed
and her nipples erect.

     When she was done, Mary handed the lotion to Kaye and turned
around to face me on the middle seat. Kaye pulled Mary's top down
to her waist, and began to give my sister the same treatment. When
Kaye put lotion into each of her palms and began to rub Mary's
beautiful breasts I finally produced a massive hard-on under my
bathing suit. Two beautiful women in the same boat, nude to the
waist and rubbing each other's breasts was more than I could
stand. I knew at this point they could lead me around by the dick
forever.

     After about thirty more minutes, the girls put their heads
together and began pointing at a small island, really just a few
large rocks about two hundred yards off the beach of a larger
island. On the shore of that wooded isle was what appeared to be
an abandoned ice fisherman's shack, and nothing else but rocks,
large pines, and a little sand.

     Mary told me to head for the small cluster of rocks and I
turned the boat in that direction. When we reached the ten square
feet of dry rock I cut the engine. Kaye jumped up on the rock with
the bow line and held us in place as Mary climbed out. I have to
say it was an erotic sight, a brunette and a blonde, almost
identical, clad in nothing but white short-shorts and standing on
a rock.

     "What happens now?" I asked.

     Mary had to speak loudly to be heard above the idling motor.

     "You head for that shack on the island. When you and Sam get
out of the boat, Kaye and I are going to dive in and race to you."

     "Is this the contest?" I asked.

     "This is it," they said in unison.

     I headed toward shore and didn't look back at them until Sam
and I were on the land and I had the boat tied to a stump on the
shoreline. I could see their heads bobbing as their lithe arms
stroked the water.

     It was obvious to me that Kaye was the strongest swimmer as
she was at least five yards ahead of Mary before they were half
way to me. I could see her blond hair easily, where Mary was
harder to discern, her black hair blending in with the dark water
of the lake.

     My stomach turned a little as Kaye emerged from the water a
good ten seconds sooner than my sister. Kaye was grinning and
stood with water dripping off her body, watching as Mary climbed
ashore.

     Mary was not smiling, but had a resigned look on her face.
She shook hands with Kaye, then kissed her on the mouth, and
stepped back and looked at us.

     "Kaye won, so let's get started with whatever is in store for
me. This is going to be hard on you, little brother, but it's
going to happen, and that's that."

     She looked at Kaye. "It's your choice. We agreed on it, and
it will be a relief for us both. Do whatever you want to me.
Nobody can hear me scream out here, and I want my brother to be a
part of it so there's no question about who did what."

     "Wait a minute," said Kaye. "Didn't we agree that the winner
had the choice to do whatever she wanted?"

     Mary nodded her head.

     "Then my choice is for you to do me," said Kaye.

     "I don't understand, you won," Mary said, a look of dismay on
her face.

     Kaye bobbed her head in agreement. "I won, and it's my choice
for you to do me exactly as I tell you. You may wonder about my
choice, but you have to abide by it. Will you do it?"

     Mary agreed, although it looked to me like she did so with
some misgivings.

     Kaye looked around the small beach, and then said, "This
looks like a good place for a barbecue pit. There's an old steel
bed spring that will work for a grill, and we have an axe and saw
to cut up plenty of wood and also build a frame to hold the meat
up on the grill."

     "We didn't bring any meat except for canned stew," said Mary.

     Kaye grinned mischievously. "I know, but we have one hundred
and ten pounds of Number One, Grade A that we brought with us on
the hoof. You're going to barbecue me."

     We looked at her in disbelief.

     "Ever since I was a little girl and read the stories about
the Aztecs and ancient Druids, I get aroused when I fantasize
about being a human sacrifice. The idea of lying naked on a rock
like that big one over there, and having some big strong man, or
woman, for that matter, disembowel me, makes my pussy wet."

     "You mean you want us to kill you?" I asked.

     "Not kill me. I want to stay alive as long as possible to
enjoy it. I want to lay on that rock over there, and I want you to
butcher me like you would a pig. Cut my guts out, or cut my
breasts off, or anything we decide. Then, I want you to put me on
that old steel bed frame and lay me over a bed of hot coals until
I'm done. Then I'd like for you to eat some of me, feed as much as
he wants to Sam, and the rest of me to whatever creatures live in
the bottom of the lake. I could tell on the boat ride that Sam
wants to eat me, at least my pussy, that is."

     She could tell we weren't too keen on the idea, although, in
my mind, there was some perverse kind of eroticism in it.

     "I'm going to make it easier on you, " she said.

     Kaye went back to the boat and returned with a shovel and the
ice pick from the big cooler with the block ice. Then she asked us
to collect some firewood while she dug a small depression in the
sand. When we had it filled with kindling and wood she held a
match to it. In no time at all the fire was blazing hot.

     Kaye stood back from the fire and removed her shorts, panties
and sneakers. With no hesitation, she tossed her clothing into the
fire and looked at us.

     "Cattle and pigs don't need clothes, and that's how I want
you to think of me now."

     She had a magnificent body, as I said before, a replica of
Mary's, except for the hair. Kaye bent over and put the thin, nine
inch tine of the ice pick into the fire and held it in the flames.
She asked me to bring her small purse from the boat. I did so and
she took it from me when I held it out to her.

     Kaye let the ice pick stay in the flame as she searched
through her purse and came out with a pair of scissors. I finally
knew that she was serious when she threw her purse into the fire
and began cutting the long, beautiful hair from her head with the
scissors. Mary and I stood by the fire and watched. 

     When she was done, she looked down at the hair in the sand.
Only a stubble was left of the long, golden tresses, and she
squatted down and began clipping the hair from her pussy. There
was not much there because it was already in a bikini trim, and
she was done with that in a moment.

     Even without hair she was a beauty as she bent over and
removed the ice pick from the flames. It was red hot and she put
it back in the fire and held it there as she talked.

     "I'd really like for you to do this Mary, but I will do it to
save you any guilt you might have later."

     Kaye stood up with the ice pick and faced us. Slowly, she
turned it in her hand and brought the red hot end to a spot just
below her navel. With great deliberation, she placed the sharpened
red-hot point against her flesh and slowly pushed it into the
skin. Her eyes were closed as we watched the tight belly flesh
resist, then give way to the steel which sizzled as it penetrated
her to the hilt.

     Kaye opened her eyes and looked down.

     "That, folks, is what in the movies they call a fatal blow.
It hurts, but it would take days to kill me. But, kill me it
would. If you ever think about this, remember, it was me who did
it."

     Kaye picked up the shovel and began walking around the beach
area. Finally, she walked behind the large flat rock which was
about five feet wide and seven feet long. Its height was about to
her waist. She left the hilt of the ice pick protruding from her
belly as she examined the sand between the rock and the tree line.
It was about two in the afternoon when she began to dig.

     She called us to her, and we walked to where she had already
thrown several shovels full of sand out of what was to be her
barbecue pit. When the handle of the shovel hit the handle of the
ice pick, she drew the blade from her body and tossed it away.

     "If we get enough wood in here, and get the fire lit, you
should have enough coals to roast me well before dark."

     Mary and I watched as Kaye dug for about thirty minutes.
Finally, when the pit was about four feet wide, six feet long, and
waist high, she threw down the shovel and remarked to us about the
suitability.
     "That looks just about right. That old bed spring is wide
enough to hold me just above the coals, and it's thick enough to
let the heat through without burning the meat. What do you think,
Mary?"

     Mary walked to the pit and looked in.

     "I guess so, Kaye. I think you need to dig a trench on either
side to let air get to the bottom so the fire will be uniformly
hot. Also, you need to drive some stakes in the ground next to the
pit so we can tie your arms and legs."

     "Good idea, about the air," said Kaye, as she climbed up from
the pit. She was sweating from the hot work.

     "You won't need anything to restrain me, though. I'll lay
still until I die, and I'll enjoy every moment."

     I walked to the boat and got a water bottle and brought it
back to her. We all moved to a grassy area in the edge of the
forest and sat in the shade of the big pines. Mary and I sat on a
log, and Kaye leaned back against the trunk of a large tree and
took several drinks of the water. The tiny wound in her belly was
just a small, red spot.

     With no modesty, Kaye leaned back with her knees up and her
pussy gaped open for us to see. Mary and I were both staring at it
as we sat and watched each other.

     Sam hopped out of the boat and moved into the shade with us.
The big dog just stood there between us, wagging his tail and
looking around at this new place. Kaye was watching him with
interest.

     "You know, Sam's about as good of a dog as I've ever seen. He
never bothers you unless he's invited, and he never snaps or
growls. I don't think he has a mean bone in his body."

     I couldn't disagree. Sam was laid back and always seemed to
be responsive to peoples' moods. 

     Kaye called him over to her and she stroked his head. With
his tongue, Sam licked Kaye's face and she laughed at him and
pulled his head close to her chest and hugged the big dog.

     Kaye let him go and looked at him carefully. His big chest
and wide shoulders displayed his power, but he always seemed a
puppy at heart. She scooted forward a little and lay almost prone
with just her head propped up on a large root at the base of the
tree, her knees up, and her legs slightly parted. I thought in
self defense that in a moment I would have to peel off my clothes
and fuck her, or go off into the woods and jack off.

     Sam began sniffing Kaye's body, beginning at her shoulders,
and moving down to her breasts. I was surprised when his tongue
came out and he licked at a rigid nipple. When his snout reached
the tiny wound, he licked it, too.

     Kaye was laughing at the tickling she was receiving from the
dog's tongue, but she became silent when Sam began to lick her
thighs and  the area around her pussy. As he gently probed between
her legs, Kaye's thighs parted and her feet stretched out on the
ground.

     We watched this in amazement, and I as Mary and I looked at
this spectacle, we noticed Sam's pink member begin to protrude
from its sheath. 

     Kaye glanced at us, and at Sam's dog cock as it continued to
grow.

     "Can you believe that I'm turning this dog on. He can smell
my wet pussy, and it's making his cock grow. In a minute he'll
probably try to kiss me," she said jokingly.
     
     Sam was becoming more excited, and he obviously knew the
right place to put his attentions. As he continued to lick, Kaye
spread her legs more and moaned.

     Mary watched this, then said to Kaye, "Remember the old
saying about how if it feels good, do it?"

     "I remember," said Kaye. "You know, there's no time like the
present to put it to action, either."

     Kaye grabbed Sam's collar and pulled him close to her chest.
Then she positioned the dog's legs so the front legs were on one
side of her body and his hind legs on the other, just about level
with her lovely breasts. Then, still holding the dog, she scooted
down further until Sam's distended cock was dangling above her
face. It was about and inch and a half thick and six inches long,
and the end glistened with moisture.

     "Mary, come here and hold him still for me."

     Obediently, my sister knelt down by Sam's head and held the
dog's collar with both hands. She didn't need to because it was
apparent to me Sam wasn't going anywhere. He had decided this was
a suitable mate, and he would have her.

     Kaye's tongue snaked out and touched the tip of Sam's cock,
and I watched as his hind legs hunched down. Kaye drew the dog's
penis into her mouth, and she began sucking as Sam lowered his
body, instinctively knowing this was part of the ritual.

     As Kaye sucked, Sam moved so he could hunch her mouth, and
Kaye scooted further from the tree and held onto the hair on his
sides as the dog fucked her head. He lowered himself on his front
paws and planted his rear paws firmly on Kaye's belly to get more
traction, and with this new purchase his dick rammed in and out
her mouth with increased power.

     As Sam began to pant and growl with the oncoming orgasm, his
rear claws dug into Kaye's belly and I could see each claw as it
dug into the tight flesh. As he rammed his cock home and dug in
harder, dog cum gushed out around Kaye's lips and Sam's right rear
paw ripped into Kaye's flesh, leaving three long scratches. When
his cock popped out of her mouth, it was swollen and hung down at
least eight inches, brushing against her breasts.

     Sam was panting, standing with one rear paw on the ground and
the other on her flat, hard belly where it had scraped away the
top layer of flesh. He pulled the paw off her belly and stepped
away from Kaye. We watched as he sat and licked a few flecks of
blood from the paw, like a wolf standing over his prey.

     Kaye was moaning and I looked at the wound. There were
actually two five inch abrasions next to Kaye's navel and I could
see a line of blood on the deepest scratch. 

     Kaye sat up on her elbows and looked at the wound, too. She
did not seem concerned with it, but looked at it with curiosity as
she continued to swallow. Sam's come had leaked out both sides of
her mouth and was slowly drying as it ran down her cheeks.

     "Oh, boy, does this give me an idea," she said as she sat up.
"I've got to have some relief, fast."

     She wasn't going to get it from me, because if I were to
screw her in front of Mary I'd be in bad shape for the rest of the
trip. Even Kaye's demise would not ease the jealousy Mary would
feel about where my attentions were placed.

     Kaye stood up with a little difficulty, and Sam watched her
with more than a little interest as she walked to the log where
Mary and I were sitting. Kaye got down on her knees, then bent her
belly over the log between Mary and me. This exposed her pussy
from the rear, and Sam got up and walked toward us. When his nose
caught a whiff of what was possibly the hottest human pussy on the
planet, we could see him become agitated.

     Sam put his nose to Kaye's vagina, then began licking it.
Kaye moaned and pushed her ass up further for Sam's inspection,
and the dog soon began to take the hint that this was a female in
heat, ready to be covered.

     He rose up and put his front paws on Kaye's back, and soon
his dick was extended and punching at her rear. On every third or
fourth stroke his cock would touch Kaye's pussy lips, causing her
to moan and wiggle her ass. Finally, he connected, and his dick
centered on her moist hole, then entered a little further on each
stroke until he was actually fucking her.

     Kaye's moans turned into screams of pleasure as Sam, the big
German shepherd, mated with her with all his instinct driven
ability. I think Kaye was in one continuous orgasm the whole time
Sam was mounted on her, and I kept thinking of the old adage about
leading a dog's life. Seemed like it wasn't so bad, after all.

     It was obvious when Sam ejaculated into Kaye's pussy, because
she let out a shrill scream of pleasure, and he tried to back
away, an impossible feat now that his cock was swollen up inside
her pussy.

     They were stuck where the bulb on his cock had grown so
enlarged they were literally fastened together like twins, with
some great bond created by a joke of Mother Nature.

     Mary and I walked away to let them have their fun. I figured
it would be a few minutes before Kaye could get up, and I wondered
if she would still want to continue with her and Mary's project
now that she was having such a good time being alive.

     We walked out onto the small sand beach and unloaded some of
the things from the boat. Mary unrolled one of the sleeping bags
and laid it out on the grass, then she got the tent and coolers. 
I felt pretty much useless as I watched her work, but they had
invited me under false pretenses, so I figured to let her do it
all. 

     Watching my sister walk around in just shorts, working up a
sweat in the afternoon sun, had the expected effect on my cock.
When I heard Kaye screaming in pleasure again back in the trees, I
knew it would be a few minutes before she got back. I had to be
careful not to let either of them see me putting the moves on the
other.

     I sat down on the sleeping bag and patted the area next to
me.

     "What's this?" asked Mary. "Are you needing your big sister
to comfort you?" 

     "Yeah." I answered."I need sympathy."

     "Sympathy it is, then." she said, sitting down next to me.

     Mary leaned back on her elbows and looked back toward the
trees. Her breasts were fabulous, that's all I can say, and the
thin white shorts showed the promise of other treasures. I noticed
what appeared to be a hickey next to her right nipple, and I had
to ask about it.

     "Kaye did that while we were waiting for you to pick us up
yesterday. From the sounds back there, she will be occupied on
other things, at least for a while." 

     She thought for a moment, then added,"We need to get started
soon, if we're going to do her in daylight. The sun will be going
down in four or five hours."

     I looked at her, and asked, "Do you still want to go through
with this?"

     "Yes, I do. We promised each other we would, no matter what
happened. I feel guilty about it because she won, but we have to
do as she asks. I really wish it could be me. I mean I'm not
disappointed that I'm not on the menu, but I will always feel
guilty that she's not the one going back to the world."

     As we talked, Kaye and Sam emerged from the trees and joined
us one the shore. Sam was walking right next to her side, and her
hand was lazily rubbing his head as she strolled up to us. Kaye
was a sight, indeed. The long scratches from Sam's rear paws were
ugly, red welts, and there was dog cum smeared on the insides of
her thighs. More dried cum was on either side of her mouth, and
she was filthy dirty.

     She looked down at us with what I would describe as a fresh
fucked look.

     "I never dreamed something could make me so hot," she
exclaimed.

     "You could train this dog a little and rent him out for a
thousand dollars a day. If I was going to live past tonight, I'd
steal him from you."

     She looked down at her dirty body, and her fingers felt of
the dried cum on her cheeks.

     "I guess I'd better get cleaned up, but first I've got to get
the pit ready."

     Kaye began by dumping three bags of Ready Light charcoal into
the pit, and then covering it with small, dead branches about an
inch thick. It took her a considerable time to drag up all the
wood, and Mary and I watched from our seat on the sleeping bag.

     Kaye walked off into the woods with the bow saw, and she
returned in a while dragging two five foot lengths of wood about
five inches thick. She made several more trips and didn't stop
until she had an impressive quantity next to the pit. When she was
done, the air trenches were dug on each side, and there was enough
wood on the pile to last a while. I had no idea she had that much
stamina.

     Next, she drug out the portable table, and on it she arranged
a propane stove, several plates, and an assortment of knives. She
put out two table settings, plates, glasses , and all, and set up
two portable chairs.

     She hunted around and found cooking oil, salt and pepper, and
two different kinds of meat sauce. When a two quart bottle of
barbecue sauce was on the table, she stepped back and admired her
handiwork.

     "Not bad. Wait a minute, I forgot the napkins."

     She set out two large cloth napkins by each plate, then
nodded at the results."

     "There, that should be all you need. Can you think of
anything else?"


     Mary thought for just a second, then pointed out one
omission.

     "Kaye, a cold beer would go with barbecued titty."

     "Oh, yeah," Kaye said, as she turned and walked back to the
boat.
     She returned in a minute loaded down with the second large
cooler.

     "You'll have to get the beer out when you're ready to eat. It
won't get warm if you leave it in the cooler."

     We watched as she went through one of the packs and came out
with a washcloth and a bar of soap. She walked down to the lake
and waded out into water up to her thighs. When she started to
soap herself down, she hollered back at us.

     "This will only take a minute. I have to make myself a little
more appetizing."

     Kaye returned from the lake, and did look more presentable,
if not appetizing. She turned and walked to the rock that she had
chosen for an improvised butcher table.

     "Let me try this out for size," she said, as she sat down on
the rock.

     She lay down on the stone and spread out her arms and legs,
making a perfect x with her naked body. Only her hands hung off
the sides.

     "Will this do okay, Mary?"

     Mary got up and walked to the rock. She examined the height,
then measured Kaye's arrangement with a critical eye.

     "This will be fine, Kaye, as long as you don't thrash around.
If you are going to do that, we'll have to find some way of tying
you up."

     "Mary, don't say something to piss me off, just as we get
things settled between us. I'm not going to thrash around, I'm
going to help you cut me up."

     Mary shrugged her shoulders. It made her titties bounce.

     "It's alright, then. It will work just fine. Are you ready to
get started?" 

     "I will be in a few minutes. It's already making me horny,
just thinking about it."

     Kaye dragged the steel bedspring over near the rock.

     "When you get me gutted, I want you to throw me on this
bedspring, and put me over the fire. Hopefully, I'll still be
conscious, but that's a matter we won't know about until later.
Put me on my back first, then turn me after that side is done.
When you check me for how well I'm cooking, just cut off a piece
and give it to Sam."

     Kaye went to the table and got a box of matches, then lit the
propane stove. From the table she went to the barbecue pit and lit
another match. She had to get into the pit to reach the charcoal
to light the fire, and I was surprised to see her standing in the
pit for just a moment, her long legs straddling the growing
flames. When she finally did climb up out of the pit, the fire was
getting big, and what was left of her cunt hair was singed off.
Her thighs and belly were red. She stood with her eyes closed,
moaning for a minute, then went back to work.

     She walked to the propane stove and put the frying pan onto
the flame. Then she poured about half a bottle of cooking oil into
it, picked up a knife, and turned to us.

     "I'm going to enjoy this as much as I can, and I want you to
watch me, and help me if I need help. After the action Sam gave
me, I won't go out horny, and I want to feed him first to reward
him. When I've taken care of Sam, I want you, Mary, to help me cut
off my left breast and fry it on the skillet."

     Mary looked dumbfounded, but nodded her head.

     "Nodding isn't good enough, Mary. I want you to tell me in
detail what you promise to do."

     Mary looked nervous, but began to recite the basics of the
coming activities.

     "As soon as you're through with whatever you're going to do
with Sam, I'm going to bring a pan over from the table. You sit on
the rock, I'll hand you the knife, and you can show me what you
want to do from there."
     "I'll be bleeding a lot, and I want you to get my breast cut
into three portions, then put them in the frying pan. When you're
finished frying them up, if I'm able, I'll join you for dinner."

     "Want a suggestion?" Mary asked Kaye.

     "Sure. It's your game, too."

     "Put the big spatula with the wide blade into the fire and
let it get red hot. Then, afterwards, we can press it to your
chest and stop the bleeding. That should give you enough time to
have a quick bite with us."

     "That's good," said Kaye. "I want to watch you each have a
few mouthfuls. I was afraid that you would put me on the grill,
then when I was finally dead, just discard me. I wanted a way to
know at least some of me won't be wasted."

     Mary took the long, wide spatula over to the pit and stuck
the handle in the ground so the blade was in the flame. Then she
walked back to us.

     Kaye looked around and deemed it was almost time to start.

     She went to the cooler and took out a pint plastic bottle of
honey we had brought with us. It had a long, slender, hard plastic
applicator on the top from which one squeezed out the thick fluid.
She carefully cut the very tip off to a sharpened point with
scissors, picked up a knife from the table, then sat on the ground
and leaned back on the big rock which would serve as her butcher
table.

     Kaye whistled and called Sam to her. The big dog was standing
in front of her between her outstretched legs in just a second,
wagging his tail. The memory of his recent experience was fresh,
and his cock was already beginning to poke out of its sheath.

     Kaye patted him on his head, and began talking to him in a
soothing voice.

     "What about it big boy, do you want to fuck or eat? Or do you
want to fuck and eat."

     Kaye rubbed him behind the ears, and as she did his snout
went to her pussy and he began to lick. Kaye raised her knees and
spread them wider apart to give him plenty of room, and in a
moment he was highly agitated.
     Kaye looked over at us. We had moved closer to see what she
was going to do.

     "You know, when wolves eat in the wild they tear chunks of
meat from their prey while the luckless animal may still be alive.
Domesticated dogs don't get much chance to do that, so I"m going
to have to coax Sam a little."

     As Sam sniffed and lapped at Kaye's pussy, she took the honey
and squirted a little out on her right breast. Then she closed her
legs and pulled Sam's head to her chest. The big dog immediately
began to lap up the honey dripping off Kaye's nipple, and as he
did she squeezed out a little more.

     "That should focus his attention on my right breast," she
said, matter-of-factly.

     Then she scooted down on the rock, raising up until her cunt
was almost touching Sam's cock.

     "He fucked me from behind a little while ago. Let's see if he
can do it from the front."

     Sam already had some practice, and it didn't take him long to
connect. Sam began to howl, and Kaye began to scream with pleasure
as the big dog began humping her from the front. They fucked for
what seemed to be at least ten minutes until Sam's hunching was
frenzied, with powerful thrusts that drove Kaye's hairless head
against the rock. Her pussy had been burned when she singed the
hair off in the fire, but she showed no sign of pain, only
increased sexual pleasure.

     They reached orgasms at the same time, and in a moment it was
apparent they were stuck together again by the big dog's swollen
cock head.

     "Now he's right where I want him," Kaye said, panting with
each word.

     She was lying on the ground, beneath the dog who was stuck to
her pussy. Holding his collar with her left hand, Kaye grabbed the
honey and squirted more of it on her right breast. As Sam began to
lick it, Kaye shoved the sharpened end of the applicator hard into
the side of her right breast until about an inch of it disappeared
into her flesh. She squeezed the plastic container, and we could
see a lump swelling up where the honey was injected under the
flesh. She released the pressure, and squeezed two more times.

     Kaye pulled the honey away, and a small amount of blood
appeared from where the sharpened plastic had pierced her flesh.
Sam zeroed in on this spot, and he became more animated in his
licking as blood and honey seeped from the wound. Stuck in Kaye
with his dick, his snout was right against her chest and he began
wiggling his body back and forth as he lapped at her breast.

     This movement both hurt and thrilled Kaye, because the more
the big dog moved his hips and licked, the louder she moaned.

     Kaye's right hand reached out for the knife, and we were
mesmerized by the activity as she pulled Sam's head away.

     Kaye held his head away by holding the collar with her left
hand, then she took the knife and made a quick, deep slice across
her nipple. The razor sharp blade cut deeply, splitting the nipple
in two, and cutting down through the diminishing lump of honey
leaking from her breast. Then, she took the knife, sharp side up,
and put the point at the very bottom of her breast. This time she
pushed the knife into her breast from the bottom, slicing through
it so it was almost quartered.

     Kaye let Sam's collar loose, and baring is teeth, his head
went down to her breast. This time he began to lap blood and
honey, and each time he licked, he would grab and nip at the raw
flesh. As he bit her, Kaye moaned louder, and it soon became
apparent Sam was tearing away small chucks of raw flesh from the
beautiful globe and devouring it.

     Sam's cock suddenly pulled loose from Kaye's cunt, and the
big dog moved around to Kaye's right side. She still clung to his
collar as he grabbed one side of her nipple and ripped it away
with a long piece of skin. Kaye moaned, then screamed in the
throes of a powerful orgasm as Sam grabbed a larger mouthful of
titty and shook his head hard to rip it away. When he had it, he
pulled away from Kaye as she let go of his collar, and he sat down
and held it in his paws as he ate it.

     Mary went to Kaye's side, and as she knelt down, Sam growled
at her, giving her notice to back away from his food.

     In a hoarse voice Kaye said, "Wait, he still has more to go.
He's hungry, so let him finish."

     The inside portion of her breast and half the nipple were
still intact, and Kaye merely let her hands drop as Sam grabbed it
with his teeth. This time, as he pulled and ripped, he dragged
Kaye's body several feet before the remaining portion of her
breast tore loose. It was hanging from his mouth as he backed
away, growling as if he thought we would try to take it from him.

     Mary acted swiftly as I stood staring at the gaping wound
where Kaye's luscious teat had been only a few moments before.

     Mary grabbed the spatula from the fire and put her knee into
Kaye's belly to hold her down. Then, she applied the wide, flat,
red-hot blade to the wound.

     The flesh and blood sizzled and smoke arose from the now
vacant spot where her breast had been ripped away. Mary applied
the red hot metal in several places and I was surprised to see the
bleeding quickly diminish. As Mary got up to move back to the
fire, Kaye called out to her.

     "Mary, put that iron poker into the fire, too."

     I was surprised how steady Kaye's voice was as she spoke to
my sister. Mary merely shrugged again, and put the poker into the
fire, being careful to make sure the wooden handle of the half-
inch thick rod didn't burn.

     Mary held the spatula in the fire until it was red hot again,
then she walked back to Kaye and applied it to the rest of the
areas of jagged skin which were still oozing blood. As the steam
and smoke rose again, Kaye moaned, not in pain, but in ecstacy.

     I went to the cooler and got a bottle Thirst-Aide and walked
back to Kaye. She had somehow managed to drag herself up on the
rock and was sitting erect when I handed it to her. She took a
long drink, shuddered, and looked up at Mary who was returning
from putting the spatula back into the fire.

     "Oh, I never thought it could be so good. It's worth it,
Mary. If I had several more titties I'd let him rip them off, too.
The experience of being fucked by a dog who's ripping off pieces
of me is the greatest sensation I've ever had. The fear and pain
are exquisite."

     I had the impression that Mary was getting into this a
little. She was breathing hard and her nipples were erect and
extended. I was sure she had orgasmed as she watched Sam tear
Kaye's breast apart, and it occurred to me that after we finished
this business I was going to fuck her eyes out whether she wanted
me to or not.

     Mary sighed, then said, "I hate it Kaye, but it excited me,
too. I'm not ready for a dog to rip my breasts off, but my pussy
is leaking down my leg."

     Kaye looked thoughtfully at Mary.

     "Well, if you don't want yours bitten off, how'd you like to
try a little nipple sushi yourself? You've sucked them before, so
why not eat one. You won't get another chance."

     Mary took a deep breath, then nodded. I think at this point
she was too excited to speak. She walked to Kaye and pushed her
back against the rock. Kaye scooted over a bit so Mary had room to
sit to the left of her.

     Mary was eyeing Kaye as she bent and picked up the razor
sharp boning knife Kaye had used to slice her own breast.

     "Kaye, I'll explain to you what I'm going to do. I'm going to
bite off your nipple, then I'm going to chew it up and swallow it.
It may take several bites. Are you alright with this, so far?"

     Kaye nodded her head and moaned. I watched as her hand went
to her reddened pussy and she began to massage her clitoris.

     Mary looked down, and said, "That's a good idea, Kaye. Mind
if I join you?"

     Kaye paid Mary no attention. Mary stood up and handed me the
knife. Then, she quickly pulled off her shorts, panties, and
sneakers and tossed them away. All but one sock landed in the
barbecue pit, however, she appeared unconcerned about her clothes
which were now burning.

     Both my sister and my cousin were naked, and it was the
epitome of any fantasy I had ever had. Needless to say, I had a
raging hard, and Sam seemed to be getting excited again, too.

     Mary was sitting next to Kaye, and each girl was now
masturbating, Mary with her left hand, and Kaye with her right.
Slowly, Mary leaned down over Kaye and licked the lone nipple.
When her tongue touched Kaye's breast, both of them groaned and
their fingers moved faster in their cunts. I heard Mary ask,
"Okay, lover, are you ready for me to begin with this one?"

     Kaye moaned,and then nodded.

     "I didn't finish telling you what I was going to do. When I'm
through eating your nipple, your breast is coming off and it's
going in the frying pan. Do you want me to do it, or do you want
to cut it off?"

     "You do it," Kaye answered.

     Mary kissed Kaye long and hard on the mouth, then traced a
line to Kaye's nipple with her tongue. She pulled Kaye's erect
nipple into her mouth, and I heard her making squeaking noises as
she sucked. As Kaye moaned, Mary bared her teeth and took the very
tip of the nipple between them. She bit slowly until I saw a
little blood seep out around her lips, then like Sam had done
earlier, she bit forcefully and twisted her head back and forth.
Kaye wailed a long, loud cry, and her finger moved furiously in
her cunt. Finally, the very end of the nipple tore away, and Mary
sucked it between her teeth and began to chew.

     Mary swallowed, and looked down at Kaye. About half an inch
of nipple had been eaten in that bite, and Mary went back at the
breast with renewed vigor. On the second try she was able to bite
off an entire mouthful of nipple with a small part of the white
skin. Not a trace of brown was left, although, there was enough
blood to make it hard to see very well.

     Mary raised her head and chewed the flesh slowly, savoring
every bit of the bloody piece of meat. When she swallowed, she
pulled Kaye up to a sitting position again.

     She picked up the knife and told me to bring the frying pan
and a fork. She was scaring me, and I did exactly as she
commanded.

     "Kaye, lean back a little on your arms so I can start at the
bottom."

     Kaye did as she instructed, and we both watched Mary with
interest.

     Mary continued to talk her through the procedure.

     "Put your right fingers in your cunt again, and if you can
reach it, put your left fingers in my pussy. As I start to slice
off your boob, go to work on our pussies."

     Mary raised the breast a little and placed the sharp end of
the blade along Kaye's ribs. Then, she left the bleeding flesh
fall over the knife and she began to slice the breast away even
with Kaye's chest wall. She worked very slowly, and as the organ
came loose in her hand both of them groaned again.

     Mary threw the breast in the frying pan and ran for the fire.
Kaye lay back on the rock, waiting for her treatment with the hot
spatula.

     Mary quickly stopped most of the bleeding with the spatula,
then took the pan and hurried to the stove. She put it on the
propane flame and busied her self dividing up the meat. The only
deviation from the plan was that she cut the breast into bite-
sized chunks.

     She turned around and said, "I wish we had thought to bread
it. It would have been so much better with some seasoned
breading."

     Mary saw me looking at her and said to me,"I hope you're
taking notes, little brother."

     Breast fries up quickly, and Mary took the cooked meat out of
the pan and put it all on one plate. she grabbed the ketchup and
walked back to the rock.

     "Kaye, I wasn't sure you were up to walking to the table."  
Then, holding the plate up to Kaye, she said, "Here, you get the
first bite."

     Kaye took a piece of meat from the plate and tested the heat
with her tongue. When she was satisfied, she popped it into her
mouth and began to chew it. Finally, she swallowed, smiled, and
reached for another.

     Mary turned to me with the plate. I took a small piece and
saw they were both watching me intently. Not to be outdone, I put
it in my mouth and ate it slowly. The taste was better than I
expected, and as I swallowed I reached for another. 

     It took a few minutes for the three of us to finish Kaye's
left breast, and by the time we were almost done I knew I was
developing a taste for it. To Mary's and my disappointment, Kaye
grabbed the last piece and threw it to Sam who caught it in mid-
air and gobbled it down.

     I could see that Kaye was in danger of falling out of
consciousness, so I grabbed the bottle of Thirst-Aide and handed
it to her. She drank about a third of it and handed it back.

     Mary pushed Kaye back down on the rock.

     "Remember how you stretched out on the rock. Do that again.
Make a big x by spreading your legs and putting out your arms."

     Kaye grinned at us and did as she was told. She looked
strange, now. She was laying spread-eagle on the rock, with her
dripping pussy gaped open and two burned, red wounds where her
breasts had been. She was smiling and she looked as happy as I'd
ever seen her.

     "Alright, Kaye. Now we're going to gut you. Do you have any
special requests?"

     "No, oh, no. Just get on with it. This is my greatest
fantasy. The last day of my life has been my best."

     Mary walked back to the fire pit and looked at the coals.
They were just right for a barbecue. Then she went to the table
and picked up a plastic bottle of barbecue sauce and returned to
the rock.

     "I have a little surprise for you, Kaye. Tell me how you like
it."

     Mary took the plastic bottle and removed the cap. The neck
was long and about an inch in diameter, and Mary put the top at
the entrance to Kaye's pussy. With no warning, she shoved the
bottle hard up inside Kaye's pussy. Then she put her left arm
under Kaye's hips and told Kaye to raise her ass a little. As Kaye
rose up, Mary squeezed the bottle as hard as she could several
times effectively filling Kaye's vaginal canal with at least half
the bottle.

     Kaye yelped in delight and began moaning and hunching the
bottle, and Mary continued to squeeze until barbecue sauce was
dripping out her cunt. When she withdrew the bottle, at least a
pint of the sauce was up inside Kaye's vagina.

     "Did you like that, Kaye? Being fucked with an object, I
mean."

     "Yes, oh, yes. Do it with anything."

     I was surprised at the strength still in Kaye's voice. She
wasn't losing much blood, and she had liquid and nourishment, so I
thought maybe she would last a while.

     "Kaye, if we were going to do this right, like butchering a
pig, we would have killed you by now. Do you want me to cut your
throat, or do you want me to go on getting you ready to barbecue
while you participate?"

     "No. I want to enjoy it for as long as possible. And do
anything you want, the worse, the better."

     "Well, okay," said Mary, picking up the boning knife.

     "As you're aware, Kaye, I only know one way to eat a pussy,
and to be truthful, yours is the only one I've ever eaten. I've
always eaten it raw before, but this last time I'm going to cook
it while it's still attached to you. Are you sure you don't want
me to cut your throat?"

     In way of a demonstration, Mary put the thin blade of the
boning knife at the middle of Kaye's throat and drew the sharp
blade along the skin. A thin line of blood appeared where the
knife had cut through the first layers of skin.

     "No, Mary, I told you no!"


     "Alright, I was just checking."

     "Now that we have your pussy filled with barbecue sauce, we
have to cook it."

     Mary walked to the fire and pulled out the poker. It was red
hot, about three feet long, and had a wooden handle. There was a
thick iron fork on the end used for turning wood in a fire, and
the rod was about a half inch thick. She walked back with it.

     "Spread out your legs as far as you can, Kaye, and arch your
back up a little."

     Kaye raised her knees and spread out her legs. When she
raised up a little, Mary slid a piece of firewood under her ass to
keep it elevated. When she was satisfied, she held the red hot
iron at the lips of Kaye's pussy and shoved it in with all her
might.

     There was an immediate sizzle of flesh, and I was surprised
that the red hot iron shaft went at least ten inches up inside of
Kaye's cunt. I saw her fists clench, but she did not try to
protect herself.

     To the contrary, Kaye made a guttural noise by sucking in
air, and she quivered and tried to hunch the rod Mary held in her
hand. She let out a loud cry that sounded like a long yes, then
closed her legs around the poker. As I watched, she opened her
eyes.

     "Leave it in me and let it cook me good. Oh, I can't believe
this, it hurts so good."

     There was a definite smell of cooking flesh, and it made my
mouth water. Kaye's pussy was cooking from the inside out.

     After about a minute, the sizzling stopped. Kaye's eyes were
closed, but she was breathing hard and moaning as if in a sixty
second orgasm. Mary grabbed Kaye's right knee, spread her legs a
little, and snatched the poker out. It had cooled considerably.

     Mary stuck it back in the coals, then walked back with the
red hot spatula and picked up the knife. 

     "Now, Kaye, this spatula is about five inches wide and won't
fit in your pussy. I'm going to have to open you up a little. Do
you understand me?"

     Kaye nodded her head, then uttered a yes.

     Mary handed me the hot spatula, then pulled Kaye's lips apart
with the two fingers on her left hand. This was a little awkward,
so she asked Kaye to assist her.

     "Kaye, if you can, reach down and pull the lips of your pussy
apart so I can get in there with the knife."

     Obediently, Kaye reached down slowly and pulled apart her
vagina. The flesh was burned and blackened, and Mary stuck the
thin blade up Kate's cunt at least eight inches with the sharp
side up. Then Mary pulled up hard as she sliced open the flesh.
Kaye screamed, but did not release her pussy lips, even though
they pulled apart further when the flesh was cut.

     "You're doing a good job, Kaye," said Mary. "Just keep
holding your pussy apart so I can split you down the bottom."

     Mary did the same thing again, except the second time she
pushed the sharp knife downward and sliced as she pulled it out.
Kaye's cunt was opened up considerably.

     Mary grabbed the spatula which had really not cooled much,
and she shoved it up inside the sliced open pussy and held it
there for several minutes. Again, when the sizzling stopped, she
pulled it out.

     "Can you still hear me Kaye? If you can, lift your hand."

     In a weakened voice, Kaye said, "I don't need to lift my
hand. What are you doing now?"

     Mary looked at her, and said, "I'll have Billy prop you up
and we can show you.

     I grabbed Kaye's shoulders and lifted her to a sitting
position. She opened her eyes and looked at the blood pooling
under her ruined pussy. She smiled weakly.

     "Can you spread your legs a little, Kaye? What I'm going to
do now is take this boning knife and cut out as much of your pussy
and birth canal as I can."

     Kaye spread her legs a little, but we had to help her now.
With me holding her up so she could watch, Mary shoved the knife
inside her and began slicing away the cooked flesh all the way
around the birth canal. Kaye moaned as Mary stuck in her hand to
cut some of the stubborn flesh holding it inside. Then she pulled
out the tubular piece of meat that had been Kaye's cunt and
vaginal canal.

     Kaye hung limply, but her eyes were still open as Mary held
up the pound of cooked meat that had been the area around her
pussy. Carefully, she sliced off the clitoris and placed it
between Kaye's lips. Sluggishly, Kaye chewed the tiny morsel. Mary
then cut off the labia, handed me one, and took a bite of the
other. It took us a few minutes to consume a small portion of
Kaye's pussy, and we understood she didn't have long to go.

     I laid her back down on the rock, and Mary stood over her.

     "Alright, Kaye, this is what you've been waiting for. Can you
still hear me?"

     Surprisingly, Kaye whispered a yes, then she talked to us in
short gasps.
     "Hurry up, gut me. It still feels good, even with my pussy
gone. Get me on the fire."
     
Mary inserted the knife at the place where Kaye's pussy had been.
Then she ran the blade up inside the flesh, across the bone at the
top of the birth canal. With the blade facing upward, she pushed
the knife up through Kaye's navel all the way to her sternum. The
cut opened her up without splitting any of the intestines, even
though we could now see them.

     At Mary's directions, we rolled Kaye onto her side where Mary
made another incision along the same line, only deeper. This
allowed her guts to tumble out onto the rock.

     "I want to be careful not to cut her heart or lungs, even
though she doesn't have long now."

     Amazingly, Kaye's left hand moved to her abdomen and she
closed her fingers around a piece of intestine. Pulling on it
weakly, she was able to get several coils out onto the rock. Mary
reached in and with several handfuls was able to pull most of it
loose from inside the abdominal cavity. Then she sliced through it
on either end and let most of it fall to the ground. I could see
that the liver and stomach were still intact.

     "Can you hear me, Kaye," Mary shouted, as if she might be
deaf as well as gutted.

     Kaye was unable to talk, but her eyes opened and a small
smile crept onto her face. She was going to die happy.

     Mary looked down at Kaye, then offered a suggestion.

     "Kaye, you have such a nice, tight ass, and really good legs.
I think I"m going to just go ahead and slice off some of the best
cuts before we put you in the fire."

     I couldn't tell if Kaye nodded her head slightly, or if she
had not.

     Mary worked quickly, cutting away the left cheek of Kaye's
sexy ass. When she was done, she took the slab of meat and set it
aside on the rock.

     Mary and I grabbed Kaye and slung her body onto the steel bed
springs. Then Mary ran to the boat and came back with a grocery
bag. From it she took several potatoes, three whole tomatoes, and
some yams. She crammed them quickly into the open space where
Kaye's guts had been, then carefully, to keep the vegetables from
falling out, we picked up the bed springs and put Kaye over the
coals. She was suspended there about four inches above the very
hot fire, and in a few moments the smell of the meat cooking
filled the air.

     Mary opened one of the gallon jars of barbecue sauce and just
dumped it over Kaye's body, a generous amount going into the
cavity with the vegetables. 

     She looked at me and said, "We'll keep the other, in case we
need it later."

     I watched Kaye's body closely. Her eyelids fluttered, then
opened as her body began to blacken. Slowly, they closed again and
she didn't move.

     Mary walked away from the barbecue pit and I followed her
back to the shoreline. The sun was setting, and I watched her
shapely ass as it wiggled in front of me. She was a sexy thing,
and I noticed Sam eyeing her, as well, as he followed along next
to me.

     She carried the hunk of raw meat to the cooler and placed it
on top of the blocks of ice and closed the lid.

     "We can have that later," she said.

     At the shore, Mary picked up the same bar of soap Kaye had
used and waded out into the water. I peeled off my shorts, shirt,
and sneakers and followed her. The small stones on the bottom were
rough on our feet, but in a second or two we were in waist deep
water.

     We stood face to face and washed ourselves of the blood and
dirt, and Mary used the soap to wash her hair. It was so long that
she had to duck her head under the water several times to get it
rinsed. 

     The second time she bent over, her head brushed against my
hard, seven inch cock, and when she raised up, she grinned at me.

     "Remember what happened the last time I rubbed your cock with
my face?"

     "I remember," I told her. "It's going to happen again when we
get out of the water."

     "Well, what if I don't want to?" she asked.

     "Right now, dear sister, it's going to happen whether you
want it to or not."

     "Oh, yeah! You think you're big enough to fuck my face if I
don't want you to?"

     I think she was just a little bit pissed off, but at this
point I really didn't care.

     "Yes, I am. Not only that, but when you're through sucking my
dick, I'm going to fuck your cunt, too."

     The frown left her, and she smiled at me, then held out her
hand and touched my face. Looking directly into my eyes, she said
softly, "It's okay, Billy, you can do whatever you want to me. Use
your imagination. If you want me to fight you, I will, and if not,
I'll cooperate. I owe you that, and it's not as if I don't want
your cock in me."

     We walked back to the shore, and over to the sleeping bag.
The moon was rising as the sun was setting, and the night air
would be chilly on the lake.

     Mary spread out the sleeping bag, and laid down on it. She
rolled over on her back, and spread her legs, then looked up at
the first stars peeping out of the sky.

     I moved around and kneeled down behind her, placing the
insides of each knee alongside her head. My cock lay across her
face with the head resting on her chin. She stuck out her tongue
and licked the underside of it and asked, "What's your pleasure?"

     "I don't really know," I told her.

     I thought for a second, then added,"There has been so much go
on today, my mind is overrun with fantasies. Let me think about it
a little."

     "That's okay. You don't mind if we talk while I nibble a
little, do you."

     "No. As long as you don't nibble on me like you did on Kaye's
breast."

     "Oh, don't be stupid. Cocks are for sucking, and titties are
for eating. Who ever heard of biting off a piece of a hard prick.
That's too much of a waste."

     "How did you feel when you tore off her nipple," I asked.

     Mary thought about that for a minute, all the while lightly
stroking my cock which lay on her face.

     "I felt good, because I was doing something I knew she wanted
me to do, and good because I was doing a little bit to destroy
her. I told you, I loved her with all my heart, and I hated her
with all my being. It's complicated, but we always knew one of us
would kill the other. It was just meant to be, and now that the
long love-hate relationship is over, I feel like part of me is
gone. We were antagonist-protagonist to each other for so long,
without her there will be nothing to balance my life. I almost
wish you hadn't come with us, because right about now we would be
finished with our lovemaking, and we would be laughing while we
hacked each other apart." 

     "That's too much to think about right now," I told her. "Roll
over on your side and open your mouth so I can get my rocks off.
There's less chance I'll get you pregnant if you suck out as much
of my sperm as you can."


     "Well," she answered. "You don't have to worry about a
pregnancy, but I'll surely roll over for you, anyway."

     I lay on my side with my cock next to my sister's head. She
was moving her lips like a fish, waiting for my prick, and I
wasn't going to disappoint her.

     Or, so I thought.

     Just as the bulb of my cock touched her lips, she backed away
and sat up. A wave of anger swept over me for a brief instant.

     "What the hell's the matter now?"

     "We forgot Kaye. We forgot to turn her."

     We jumped up and ran naked to the barbecue pit. Kaye was
black and beginning to catch fire when we got there. We looked
down at what was left of her, and then at each other.

     "How could we have forgotten her," Mary wailed. "She's
ruined, now."

     It was true. Kaye was no longer a pretty sight. She didn't
even qualify as an appetizing roast, and it was obvious we had to
get rid of her.

     "Mary, let's just pick up the bed springs, put it over the
boat, weigh her down, and dump her out in the deepest part of the
lake."

     She surveyed the scene.

     "Maybe we could sandwich her in between the other set of bed
springs. I saw another set right at the edge of the woods."

     "No, that won't do, but we do have to get rid of her. The
fishermen will  be back here in the winter, and they will probably
find her."

     The springs were sagging into the fire and I reached down to
touch the wire. It burned my hand and I jerked it back. 

     I went back to the boat and retrieve the small dog chain I
brought to tie up Sam. He was obviously satisfied with his day,
because her was sleeping in the taller grass at the shoreline.
When the chain rattled, he just looked up, then put his head back
down.

     I hooked the chain to the wire, and together we dragged the
springs off the fire. It was only about fifteen meters to the
water, and we dragged Kaye and the springs into the water next to
the boat. Steam rose as the springs hit the lake water and
immediately cooled off. From there, it was easy to lay the springs
across the boat. I tried not to look at Kaye. 

     It was almost dark when I took one of the anchors and wrapped
the nylon line several times around the springs, tied it fast, and
set the ten pound anchor down inside Kaye on top of the
vegetables.

     There was a nylon mesh bag in the packs, and I put about
twenty pounds of rocks in it. I tied it around Kaye and the
springs with another length of the same nylon rope. She was lashed
to the springs, and weighted down pretty well.

     I put on my clothing and shoes, then climbed into the back of
the boat.

     "Mary, push us off, then jump in the front seat."

     The boat pushed out easily with most of the weight in the
back and middle, and when we were in waist deep water, Mary
climbed in and sat in the bow. She had not bothered to put on any
clothes, and had been naked most of the evening. I started the
motor, backed out, and turned on the GPS/ depth finder.

     As I pointed the bow into the darkness, the light of the
navigation device glowed an eerie green. Almost immediately I saw
the depth drop off from ten feet, to forty, fifty, seventy, then
off the screen. When I was about a quarter mile off the island, I
stopped the motor and just drifted. I saw that the depth here was
in excess of three hundred feet.

     Mary grabbed one side of the springs, and I took the other.
Together, we slid the springs over the side and watched Kaye
disappear into the darkness of the water, with only a splash to
mark her grave.

     I marked the site as a waypoint on the GPS, then started the
boat and headed for the island. In the moonlight, I could see
Mary's gorgeous boobs as they shimmered with the vibrations of the
boat.

     To Be Continued, If You Like It..........  by Willy Smith


	This is fantasy. Don't try it at home.

	willywilly19008@yahoo.com
     

     
     

      





 
     
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