Posted by hisdinner on June 28, 2005 at 21:06:42:
6-28-05
Derek and Crystal Do the Cannibal Tango
It was last call down at Morton's, and Derek leaned his back against the bar. He gulped down his Jack and Coke and put on his sexiest smile. The girls had excused themselves to freshen up about ten minutes ago. Time for their pretty little asses to be getting back. Derek turned to his buddy Stan, perched on the barstool two seats down.
"Fucking hot or what?" He jerked his head toward the women's restroom.
Stan made as if to touch his fingertip to an imaginary girl. "Sssizzlin!"
Derek smiled. He was glad Stan agreed. Sometimes after a whole night in Morton's, he didn't always trust his own judgment so much.
Stan made a low wolf-whistle. If the sound system hadn't been blaring, Derek would have been alerted by the clicking of their heels against the paving stones. Those hot, hot, hot little college girls—man, he could eat 'em up. Here they came, their tans glowing over turquoise and white belly-revealing shirts and those pants that started WAY down there. Hooo! His girl, Crystal, she had a dangly jewel in her belly button. Stan's little pick-up was a skinnier thing, not enough meat on her bones to suit Derek's taste, but boy, she had those come-on eyes that settled lots of questions. You know, those eyes that just begged, "Fuck me now?"
Crystal walked right up to Derek and then took another step into him 'til she was practically lying on top of him, right there at the bar. He liked that fine, Derek did. Mmm, her tits pressed into his chest just right and damned if she didn't gyrate just a little against his crotch. Sizzling? Damn straight she was!
It looked like Stan and Debbie were heading in the same direction, and the bartenders were starting to scowl at them, so the two happy couples made their way out of the bar and into the night air.
"Fucking hot or what?" Derek repeated. He had about five all-purpose lines that got him through most any situation.
Debbie had her hands jammed into Stan's back pockets. She wasn't wasting any time.
"The back road, you think?" Derek looked up from Crystal's rack for just a minute. He'd be buried neck-deep between those puppies soon. And then he'd enjoy that ass of hers. This little hottie's body just wouldn't quit.
"Yeah, less chance of cops. Meet you back at the ranch, pardner." Stan stuffed his hand down Debbie's pants, cupped her ass, and off they went to Stan's pickup truck.
Crystal stood on tippy-toe to kiss Derek full and long, flicking out her kitten-tongue, squirming tight against him. "Let's get in your car," she moaned.
Derek figured a man would have to be a fool to say no to that. Trouble was, his car was in the shop and he'd had to come out tonight in the loaner that cheap garage had pushed off on him. Inwardly, he groaned. Chicks put out a lot more if you had a sexy ride. Derek missed his Mustang something fierce. He must have racked up 50 notches on the edge of that Mustang's driver's door.
"My car's in the shop. All's I got is this dealer's hunk of junk." Derek frowned. Crystal waved it off, but Derek figured she would take a few points from his score when she saw the crappy old station wagon. And it had a certain smell about it—no, not the usual old car stench, it was like something was about to short out. Derek hated this heap.
But Crystal seemed to love it! She shot through the door and into the back. Derek had folded down the back seats and hm, now that he thought about it, this crate was good for something after all. Crystal was giggling and squirming around on top of the nearly-flat surface formed by the seatbacks, egging him on.
"Damn, girl, you want it right now? Here in the parking lot? Well, hell, why not?"
Derek whooped and dived straight back on top of her and the race was on--who could strip each other first?
"Fuck me raw!" Derek howled as Crystal tugged his pants down. Derek himself, he had a harder time with those low-rider pants she wore. They showed a lot, yeah, but the things were so tight he could hardly yank 'em down.
"Here, cowboy-- let me help." Crystal lifted her curvy hips and shimmied a little and –oh, Mama! There was the tastiest piece of ass old Derek had ever seen.
"God yes, fuck me, cowboy, yippee!! Hooo-weee!" Crystal was a talker, too, god, Derek loved that. He slapped her titties a little just to watch them wiggle, and then he attempted to smother himself between them. Crystal wriggled and whimpered and helped herself to Derek's business.
Those two had the creaky old wagon nearly rolling by the time they both shuddered and shouted and screamed their orgasms. The windows were steamy. Derek slid off Crystal and groped in the front for his smokes. He found them, tugged on his pants and turned back to this fun little kitty-cat. She was sound asleep.
"Well, fuck me raw if she didn't just pass out," Derek grinned and played with her titties a little more. Derek shrugged and snaked his way back into the driver's seat. She could have a little nap on the way home. He started the engine and headed out.
It was about thirty miles out to the ranch from town. Derek took his time, feeling those Jacks and Cokes he'd downed. Damn! That engine smells like she was overheating bad. And something else? He wasn't so sure what he smelled. But part of it smelled good.
"Fuck me if it doesn't smell like barbecue!" When he glanced in the rearview mirror and saw nothing but smoke, Derek almost ran the station wagon into a tree. He stomped on the brakes, put it in park and scrambled out of the front seat, all the while hollering, "Oh shit oh shit oh shit!"
Who knows what started the blaze, but by the time his drunken ass had noticed it, there was a ring of fire around that hottie in the back seat. He opened the back door but that just fanned the flames around her. Derek reached in and brushed his hand against the metal framework of the flattened seat.
"Fuckin' hot or what!" Derek backed off, frantic to find some way to grab Crystal and haul her hot ass—he had to laugh, even though he supposed it was a bad time to joke—haul her half-burned ass out of there. He searched around, found nothing and finally broke a limb off the tree in front of the car. Derek stuck the broken end in, feeding it right through a pretty respectable wall of fire. He managed to snag Crystal's shoulder.
It was hard to see in the smoke and he was coughing and choking something terrible. Her skin was slick, and he lost his purchase on her several times and had to start over. Finally, he got Crystal's head and shoulders past the fire line and dangling out the car door.
"Upsy-daisy!" He croaked and grabbed Crystal by the smoky mane of her hair. He hauled her to the grass by the side of the road. Something rolled out from under the seat. A fire extinguisher? Oh sure, good timing. Derek left her for a minute and sprayed white powdery stuff all over the inside of the wagon, not that there was anything left to save.
Just about then, when Derek was walking back to check on his date, headlights flared up ahead, coming from the direction of the ranch. Derek had been sort of procrastinating going back to see how Crystal was doing. She hadn't made a sound. Well, not true. She'd been doing a little sizzling. And now somebody was coming. How was he going to get out of this mess? The vehicle slowed and pulled off the road, still aiming its high beams right in Derek's face.
"Well, fuck me raw." He shook his head. That girl was fried and Derek felt just lousy, besides.
"Hey, what the hell? You were supposed to meet us back at the ranch a half hour ago!"
Oh, sweet! It was Stan, not the sheriff or some other random trouble Derek couldn't half imagine. He was straining everything he had to figure out what to say to Stanley, here. While Derek was pondering things, Stan shouldered past him and stopped cold. He'd found Crystal.
"Damn, Derek, what the fuck did you do?"
Derek spat out smoke and shrugged. "It's this fucking loaner, it caught on fire somehow. She was sleepin' it off in the back and I guess it just sorta---smoked her?"
Both men paused and then they stooped down low to examine the girl.
"More like fried her, in parts, anyway," Stan said, reaching out a finger to touch a crisped nipple. He shook his head, his nostrils flared, and he inhaled the scent around her.
"Ssssssssizzzlin'!" Stan grinned.
"Fucking hot or what!" But Derek sounded dismayed, and to punctuate his distress at cooking his date, he punched Stan in the shoulder, knocking him from a crouch onto his ass. Stan started laughing, he couldn't help himself. Maybe it was the six-pack he'd slugged down in the last hour.
Derek couldn't stay serious for long, looking at his buddy, rolling on the grass, laughing his ass off. He finally grinned back at his pal.
"She does smell pretty good." Derek ran a finger down the space between Crystal's ripe, swollen breasts. He licked it.
"Damn—she tastes good, too!" He groped her again, tentative. "She's half cooked right now, man." Derek's eyes widened. He sat back on his heels and shook his head at the amazing thought he'd just had. "She's half done, man! Want to finish the job?"
Stan sat up, staring at his buddy. "You fucking mean that, Derek? You want to – you want to eat her, for real?"
Derek slapped his hand down on Crystal's generous rump. Sounded like meat to him. "Oh, yeah I do. Fuck, yeah. What do you say?"
Both men looked down at Crystal. She was a dish. Pure and simple. Her body was slumped into a sexy curve, one hip up, one leg stretched out long, the other curled up, her torso twisted so that her shoulders rested on the ground and her magnificent breasts splayed out, nipples permanently nubby hard. Irresistible.
"Fucking A!" They both roared. They scooped her up and threw her into the bed of the truck and hauled ass up the last five miles to home.
"Just one thing," Derek said as they turned down the lane into his 5-acre plot.
"You thinking about the other one, right?"
Derek nodded. "She's gonna freak for sure. I think maybe they were sorority sisters or something. Doesn't that mean they're lezzies, too?"
Stan snorted. "What the fuck difference does that make, Derek, you boner!"
Derek hit Stan in the shoulder again and grinned, "If they're lezzie-girls, Debbie's already eaten her anyway! Ha ha ha!"
The two men were still hooting as they pulled into the ranch.
"No, seriously, what are we going to do about your date?" Derek and Stan were at the back of the truck, rolling Crystal into a tarpaulin. Stan shrugged.
"I think she's passed out right now, anyway, skinny little thing can't handle her liquor."
Sure enough, Debbie was curled up on the couch with her little coffee-bean ass facing the center of the room. Stan shook her shoulder. Debbie moaned and batted at the air and mumbled, "Go away, let me sleep!"
Stan smiled and tucked a Packers blanket around her. "Pack 'er up for later!" he winked.
Derek had been rummaging around his big ranch kitchen for the stuff he figured they would need. Crystal was waiting on the floor, still bundled up and keeping warm. He giggled to himself when he thought of that. "We got her in a doggy bag!"
He eyed the lush form of that girl, once he'd unrolled her and laid her on the big farm table. She wasn't fat, but man, she was juicy. Shit! He couldn't decide what he wanted more now, to fuck her or to eat her.
"Hell, why not both?" So Derek scooted her up to the edge of the table and enjoyed her one last time while Stan waited his turn. He figured if he was going to help, then damn, he'd do his part to pitch in. And meantime, he loved the show.
Crystal surprised them both by moaning. In the bright kitchen light, they could see her chest and that lovely rack raise and lower, and her thighs tensed around Derek as he stood there, ramming the old bad boy home.
"Fuck me raw, she's still alive!" Derek shouted. Beneath him, Crystal moaned and arched and quivered. Her body was splotched with soot above deep mahogany skin. Tanned or cooked? Her nipples were singed but the more he fucked her, the harder it was to tell. Derek knew that he'd just warmed up to the idea of roasted girl, and a little thing—like the fact that she was still alive—wasn't going to stop him now.
He exploded inside her right then, just thinking about finishing her off. Damn, he was on to something here. Girlmeat! Damn! He was on fire for a taste of her. Derek stepped back and let his buddy take over. Crystal was whimpering and twisting a little, seemed like she couldn't open her eyes, but her face just looked sun burnt, not nasty at all. Derek was looking down at her from a spot just behind her head. The table separated right there into leaves, if you unhooked it. Derek did, and down went Crystal's head, dangling off the edge of the table while Stanley reamed her.
"What you doing, man? Oh, that is sizzlin'!" Stan grunted as he kept his motor going and kept one eye on Derek. He watched as Derek put a tub on the floor under Crystal's head, and then Derek grabbed a knife from the kitchen rack. Derek tried to figure out how to angle things just right so her blood wouldn't make too big a mess.
The sight of Crystal's neck, arching so sharply and that knife right there, about to slit her throat? Well, that did it for Stan. He hammered her one last time and stood back, panting.
"Finished? Shove her up this way so she bleeds out into the tub!" Derek pulled and Stanley pushed and then, the moment of truth was there. Derek looked at Stan. Crystal moaned and blubbered. They each took a moment to look back at her luscious body, beads of sweaty juices forming on her skin, a faint aroma rising up –distinct, addictive.
"Barbecue!!" They shouted. That rallied Derek, and with Stan ready to reposition the tub, he quickly drew the knife across Crystal's throat. In the living room Debbie whimpered in her sleep and drew the blanket over her ears. Back in the kitchen, Crystal gurgled a little, and then shuddered into stillness.
It wasn't much of a ranch, really, fallow farmland, and a small barn with three pens for livestock. Derek had sold his cattle, but he hadn't replenished the herd yet. A double windbreak shielded the acreage from northerlies and prying neighbor's eyes, though the old folks next door couldn't' see that well anymore. So nobody noticed Derek and Stan when they started hauling out parts of girl to Derek's king size barbecue.
They'd decided that would be the best way, to part her out and grill her up. Derek had earned his points in FFA; he could cut meat with the best of them. Stan got a little greenish during the butchering procedures; he had to leave the room.
"Don’t you go banging that Debbie and waking her up," Derek warned him.
Stan shook his head and disappeared. Now it was just Derek and his date. He couldn't resist. He plunged his face between her breasts one last time, his hands pressing them in close to his face. Those nipples! He just had to try a bite. Derek sucked one in, felt the thicker texture of the aureole give way to softer, paler skin, and aimed his teeth right at that juncture.
His first taste of girlmeat nearly dropped him to his knees, it was so good. He felt himself getting hard all over again as he chewed the morsel in his mouth. Delicious!
Derek was ravenous for more of her so he made quick work of carving out the parts he wanted to taste first. He left the rest of Crystal on the table as he rushed her well-washed pussy to the grill. He threw on two thick rump-steaks to round out their first girl feast.
Stan wandered out as the meat sizzled with a couple longnecks for each of them.
"I was thinking, Derek," Stan said.
"About that other little piece of ass in there?" Derek smiled.
"Yeah." Stan pointed to the barn. "You got a stall in there that'll fit a sorority girl? She needs a little fattening up before we do her."
Derek's grin widened. "You really mean it, buddy? Is that fucking hot or what?!"
Stan smiled from ear to ear.
"Sizzlin'!"