Posted by romantic on August 14, 2001 at 22:59:18:
It is late and I am in paradise -- living the realization of a great fantasy. I am surrounded by beautiful teenage women -- blondes, brunettes, reheads; tall girls, short girls, some lithe and lean, some vouluptuous; some white, some black, some Asian; some in their pajamas, some in their underwear, some nude. All barefoot. Some strangled, some shot; some poisoned, some stabbed, some smothered. All beautiful. All dead.
Let me go back and explain how this came to be. My girlfriend Jennifer lives on a hall with nine other freshman girls and I'd gotten to know them all during the year. They had been paired as roomates randomly but as the year progressed, they gravitated to those with whom they had the most in common -- Amy and Jolee, the serious,studious ones; Desiree and Siobhan, the "witches" as they were called for their interest in the supernatural; Jenny and Melissa, the party girls; Kate and Terri had fallen in love with each other: and Karen and Natasha -- well, each was her own eccentric universe, Karen New-agey and Natasha all Goth.
Jenny and I had discovered a mutual interest early in our relationship: we were obsessed with sex and death. We would play death games while making love -- Jenny would let me strangle her, "dying" at the moment of orgasm, or we would imagine ourselves caught in the act by jealous spouses and shot , collapsing on top of each other in an erotically arranged pile.
In bed on Saturday night, I had mentioned how I wouldn't mind "playing" with some of Jenny's dorm mates -- each was very sexy in her own way. Far from making Jenny jealous, she jumped at the idea. "But," she said, "they'll never 'play;' we'll have to make it real." Real dead beauties? My ultimate fantasy. Together we would make art.
So late Sunday night, both naked, we began our rounds, knowing what most of the girls would be up to. Amy was in her room, practicing her cello. She was wearing a white silk bathrobe and concentrating so strongly on her playing that she neither heard us nor felt us slip the belt from her robe. Indeed, she was oblivious until I looped the belt around her neck, handed the other end to Jenny, and we began to pull. Her left hand squeezed the neck of the cello and her right raised the bow above her head searching for a target. Her legs shot straight out on either side of the instrument, her toes trying to grip the carpet. As we pulled tighter, her hands lost their strength. The bow dropped to the floor at Jenny's feet while amy's left hand slid from the neck of the cello. As it started to fall, Amy raised her legs and tried to wrap them around it, causing her bathrobe to fall open revealing her modest white panties and the rigid nipples of her small tits. Finally, there was a gurgling sound in her throat. Her bare feet slid back down the instrument between her legs and settled on the floor. She slouched in her chair, her coal black eyes staring uncomprehending at the ceiling.
I picked up the cello and laid it gently on the floor. Jenny and I carried Amy's body to her bed, but just as we laid it down, we heard the sound of flip-flops at the door and Amy's roomate Jolee entered the room. She had been studying downstairs in the lounge in her pajamas. Being caught in the act was not part of our plan. Jolee immediately took in the whole scene before her, gasped and broke for the door in a panic. I seized her arm as she went by and hurled her back into the room. Jolee was a tiny Chinese girl who weighed barely 95 lbs and the force of my shove threw her aginst the bed and across Amy's corpse. Jenny was immediately on top of her, pressing Amy's pillow down on her face. Jenny being not that big either, the two struglled and slid off the far side of the bed. all I could see were Jolee's legs and feet sticking straight up in the air and the top half on Jenny sittting on her chest. Jolee kicked wildly for a minute and her flip-flops flew about the room. The the kicking slowed and I saw her feet tightly curled, toes pointed like the gymnast she was. Jenny continued to press with all her might. Finally, the toes relaxed; Jolee's knees gave way and her feet fell onto the bed, the left across Amy's protruding tongue, the right on Amy's breast. Jenny removed the pillow and we looked in Jolee's face. Her eyes and mouth were wide open -- the eyes in horror and the mouth gasping for the oxygen that would not come.
"C'mon" Jenny said. "We'll miss the coven."
We knew that four of the girls often gather to perform "Black Arts" ceremonies at midnight. Jenny had spiked the wine they used in their "communion" with cyanide and we didn't want to miss the results.
When we got to Desiree and Siobhan's room, the ceremony had already begun. Four girls knelt in a circle, wearing only black skirts. "They offer their breasts to the 'Demon Lover"" Jenny had told me. In the circle were Desiree, who was from Haiti and took this stuff pretty seriously; Siobhan, whose name and flaming shock of red hair spoke her heritage and brought to Celtic witchcraft; Natasha, whose black lipstick and nipple rings seemed to be her connection; and finally Karen: tall, blonde, innocent, but fascinated by what she called "alternate spirituality."
The four girls chanted something I couldn't make out, their eyes closed but heads tilted toward a dagger that lay on the floor in the center of the circle. Finally, the goblets of wine were lifted and one by one they drank -- Karen, Natasha, Siobhan. But by the time it was Desiree's turn, the others were already succumbing. Karen fell flat on her face and began to convulse, all six feet of her shuddering on the floor. Natasha stayed on her knees and began to shake violently, her massive tits bobbing up and down. She fell backwards onto Karen and the shuddering was redoubled for a moment, then both were still. Siobhan briefly made it to her feet, gasping and wheezing,clutching her tits, staggered, then dropped to her knees, rolled on her back and lay still. Desiree, who had not drunk came toward me. Fearing she might grab it first, I seized the dagger, but Desiree stared at me wild-eyed and cried, "Yes! Yes!! Demon Lover. Take me. Kill me" It was too good to be true. She offered her large,dark breasts and I plunged the knife into her right.. "Aaaahhhhh!" she gasped. She brought her face close to mine, stroked my cock with both hands, and, as if possessed, whispered in her erotic French-Caribbean accent, "Take me. Make love to my living spirit and my dead corpse..." I leaned forward and kissed her mouth. Her tongue shot between my lips and I stuck the dagger deep into her belly, working it as our tongues intertwined. I felt a last puff of breath, her tongue stopped moving, and I realized I was holding her dead body. I laid her on the floor beside Siobhan.
I looked at the four women dead at my feet and marvelled at the variety of beauty. There lay Karen, tall and blonde, fresh-faced and athletic, with the biggest feet and the smallest tits. Arched over her was Natasha, her lips and eyelids black, silver rings dangling from the nipples of her enormous tits and encirlcling the toes of her small white feet. Siobhan's freckled breasts and long slender feet side by side with Desiree's coffee-colored skin and strong, calloused soles.
In the room they had come to share, Kate and Terri were making love. Kate lay on her back, nude. Terri, a much smaller woman lay beside her, sucking Kate's large round breast and massaging her clit. Kate likewise had her hand down the front of Terri's red silk panties. Their pace was slow, their sounds and movements tender. I felt good knowing they would die in the act of love. I watched, calmed by their tenderness and waited for Jenny to return from getting my pistol from her room.
She returned all in a tizzy. When she had got back to the room, she found that Melissa had returned with her boyfriend. Melissa, in bra and panties, was on her knees in front of Boyfriend giving him one of the blow-jobs for which she was famous campus-wide. His cock was bigger than Jenny would have guessed from his slender build and it stood rigid as Melissa's lips and tongue danced around it. Jenny took the pistol and waited until BF began to come. Then she fired. The shot hit him in the chest and he staggered backward a step, shooting his semen in Melissa's face and onto her tits. He collapsed flat on his back. Melissa spun around to face Jenny, crouched over the dying BF. Jenny fired two shots into Melissa's tits. She fell forward, staring up at Jenny from between BF's up-turned feet. Melissa's own bare feet tried to push her toward the door, but she collapsed. Heer right leg was stretched straight out and as BF died, his cheek lay against her sole. Her left leg was tucked up and with her last muscle twitched, her foot stroked the head of BF's penis, coaxing the last drops of his ejaculation onto her toes.
As Jenny told me this, I envied that boy -- a beautiful woman dead on top of him, one foot in his face, one stroking his cock. I hope I die like that! Just at that momment, though, I heard the pace of Terri and Kate's breathing increase. They were approaching orgasm. As they came, Terri sighed and whimpered, but Kate let out huge gasping moans. I killed Terri instantly with a shot to the head. She died with her fingers in Kate and her lips around Kate's nipple. At the first impact, Kate raised her head and I fired twice into her tits. Instead of falling straight back, she wrapped both arms around Terri as if to protect her. Kate shuddered and her feet rubbed against Terri's. As Kate died, she rolled onto her back, pulling Terri onto her like a blanket.
Jenny and I moved all the dead women in with the four in Desiree's room. We arranged them lovingly, artistically. Then we made love amongst them. As we did I wrapped my hands around Jennifer's throat. No kidding this time. I killed her. Strangled her to death with my bare hands amid the bare feet of nine other beautiful women. As I came with great passion inside her dead body, I looked around and marvelled at the power of art to move one.