Posted by T-Leg Man on March 27, 2000 at 11:41:22:
Heather's "Special" Weekend
Necro, Accidental Death
Heather awoke on this Friday morning ready to begin her daily routine. The 21 yr old
beauty had her usual breakfast of juice,fruit and a toasted muffin. She then put hair back
into a short pony tail and got into her jogging suit and shoes for her usual morning run.
As she began to run; she thought about her day. Heather was a real estate agent for her
uncle Don's agency. She was doing quite well in real estate and would be driving about a
hundred miles north of there today to show a couple a fantastic mountain ranch valued
in the millions. If she could pull this off it would be by far her biggest sale. Her
thoughts now drifted to her steady boy-friend Brian and their date tonight. Brian was
taking her to a very exclusive restaurant and had said he had something very special to
ask her. She was almost certain he would propose. Brian had tickets for a concert
Saturday night featuring her favorite rock group. Heather was on top of the world as she
ended her run back at the condo where she lived. She had a feeling this was going to be
a very special weekend.
She entered the door and quickly pulled off her shoes, top and pants and placed them in
her bedroom closet. Entering the bathroom; she let down the pony tail and unsnapped her
bra, removed her panties and socks and placed them in the dirty clothes hamper. Heather
lingered for a moment in front of the full-length mirror admiring her well-tanned 5'9"
120 lb curveaceous figure. She wanted to be sexy for Brian; especially tonight. But she
had to get going. The hot shower felt good as bathed herself all over with the soapy
cloth and then shampooed her blond hair. Turning off the shower; she stepped out and
dryed her body and then used the blowdryer and her styling brush to dry and style her
hair. A little more work and she was satisfied with the wavy curl. Now to get
dressed. She pulled out a black lacy bra from her underwear drawer; then snapped it
and arranged the cups over her size 36C breasts. A matching pair of black lace french
cut panties slid easily up her sexy thighs and over her hips. Next a short black half-
slip and a black camisole. Heather sat down on the bed and slowly rolled her lace-top
suntan thigh-hi stockings up her long sexy legs and into place. She went back into the
bathroom and put on her lipstick and makeup in front of the mirror. She put on a white
long sleeved blouse and buttoned the sleeves and then the four buttons on the front.
Her short charcoal gray wool blend skirt was arranged into position and buttoned and
zipped. Heather stepped into her black high heels. She retrieved a black ribbon tie
from the rack in the closet and placed it around the neck of her blouse and tied it in
a bow. A dark plum blazer with the realty company emblem rounded out her ensemble.
She stepped in front of the mirror; not bad she thought. Sexy but not too flashy.
She grabbed her portfolio, purse and car keys and locked the door as she went out.
Her small silver Mercedes was parked in front of the condo and she eased it out into the
road headed for the interstate. Several miles down the interstate the traffic came to
a crawl and then stopped completely. I hope this traffic jam doesn't last long ; she
thought. Soon an ambulance and fire truck went speeding past on the median. Heather
surmised that there probably was a bad wreck ahead. She silently prayed that no one
had been killed. The line of cars continued to sit still. She was boxed in. She pulled
out her cell phone to try and contacted the Shanes to tell them she would be late. Their
housekeeper told her they had left approx half an hour ago to meet her. When asked if
they had a cell phone; the housekeeper said no, Mr. Shane didn't like those things.
Heather began to panic. She wanted this sale so much and didn't want anything to screw
it up.
After an hour and 25 min; the traffic finally began to move slowly. Heather had to make
up some time but how. Suddenly she remembered the Lookout Mountain Rd that went up and over
the mountains. It was curvy but there wasn't usually much traffic and it would shorten
her distance considerably to take that route instead of going the interstate until the
valley turnoff. She soon reached the exit and was speeding up the curvy mountain road
and down the other side as fast as she could take the curves. There was no traffic and
she was making good progress. Heather rounded the next curve at breakneck speed and too
late saw two pulp wood logs lying the road. She didn't have time to hardly react before
her tires struck the logs and her car was airborne over the short guard rail and down the
hill side which was covered mostly in small dead scrub evergreens. She fought to maintain
some semblance of control as the car wheels touched ground and the car bounced down the
slope still going in the forward direction. Over halfway down the hill; the Mercedes hit
a larger sapling which spun it around and started it to roll. Even though Heather was
wearing her seat belt; she was now being tossed about like a rag doll. The left side of
her head now impacted the drivers side window with enough force to crack the window.
At the bottom of the hill; Heather's car rolled over a small grove of live Balsams and
suddenly came to a stop within them. The car had stopped on its wheels with the driver's
side door slightly ajar.
The noise of the crash had caught the attention of Clint Hayes and his dog King as they
were crossing a nearby creek. They made their way in the direction the noise had come
from to see what had happened. Clint lived in a cabin with his dog just across the next
small mountain. He was a decorated Gulf War Veteran who had come home from the war to
find his wife of 10 years had been cheating on him. In the confrontation that followed;
he had punched her which had led to his arrest. They then had a messy divorce and he
pulled up stakes and bought the cabin and a few acres out here in the middle of nowhere.
The cabin had no electricity. He made a living operating heavy machinery at a paper mill
over near the river.
King arrived first at the smoldering car and was sniffing at the drivers side door. Clint
jerked the door wide open and leaned down to check the occupant. He stared momentarily
at the young woman who was held upright by her seat belt. Her skirt and half-slip had
ridden up to her crotch and Clint could see all of her stocking clad legs as well as her
pussy hair through the lace of the panties. He also noticed Heather's death urine leaking
from her panties and running under her toward the back of the seat. Clint checked for a
pulse but found none. Heather's beautiful blue eyes were open in a death stare into space.
Unsnapping her seat-belt; he carried the leggy corpse over to a nearby
clear spot and checked for a pulse again. No pulse. No heartbeat. She was dead. He now looked
her over more carefully. There was clotting blood on the left side of her head where she
had banged it on the window. He also noted blood dripping from her left nostril and the left
corner of her mouth. No other visible wounds though. She was a looker; what a shame that
someone as beautiful as her had lost their life here. Such long shapely legs. He couldn't
believe he was this attracted to a dead women; but living out in the wilderness had taken
it's toll. He hadn't seen a woman this beautiful in a long time. His ex-wife had been
attractive but this one put her to shame. This one wouldn't object to anything that was
done to her now. What a perfect lover!
Suddenly Clint decided he was going to take her back to his cabin. He retrieved her purse
from the car and then hoisted Heather's lovely corpse over his left shoulder. With King
in the lead; he made his way back down to the creek and walked in it a ways before heading
up the mountain toward his cabin. After stopping several times to rest; he came over the
last little hill above the cabin. It was nestled in a deep forest surrounded by giant
evergreens with a creek running nearby. Clint had rigged up a hand pump in the cabin so
he didn't have to go down to the creek to have water. Clint entered the front door and
placed his rifle in the corner. He walked over near the bed and gently lowered Heather's
corpse onto a large wooden chair. Now to clean her up a little he thought.
After filling a washpan with water; Clint began to gently wash the blood from the side
of Heather's face, the corners of her mouth and her left nostril. Once that was done; he
washed and cleaned the blood from her hair and dryed her face and hair as much as possible.
With King watching intently; Clint turned down the covers on the bed and then gently scooped
up Heather's corpse and carried it to the bed. He arranged the pillow under her head and
kissed her cold unfeeling lips. Damn; she was sexy! Clint raised Heather up from the pillow
and removed her Blazer, her ribbon tie and her white blouse. Still holding her upright; he
removed the camisole and unsnapped the lace bra and slowly lowered her back to the pillow.
He unbuttoned and unzipped her gray skirt and grabbing the hem; pulled the skirt and the
half-slip off over the shapely hips, legs and shoes. The unsnapped bra was easily removed
revealing her firm tits. Now for the final unveiling! Clint grabbed the waist band of the
damp panties and slowly pulled them down revealing Heather's dark blonde bush. He pressed
the panties to his nose and could smell the combination of perfume, body musk and piss. His big
dick was getting mighty uncomfortable inside his shorts so he began to take off his clothes. Once
his boots, pants and shirt were removed;he removed his shorts and placed them on the bedpost.
Crawling onto the bed; Clint spread Heather's knees wide apart to have a good look at her
pussy. He could smell the same fragrances as with the panties. It was a real turnon for him.
He pressed his tongue to the open slit and began to lick it. Soon his tongue was exploring
further and further inside of the dead cunthole. It was cool and clammy but delicious so
he continued until his saliva was dripping from Heather's luscious hole. His finger replaced
his mouth and tongue as he stroked it in and out of his necro-lover.
Clint couldn't wait any longer; he had to fuck her with his dick. Crawling between her long
shapely legs; he lowered himself until his erect organ was at the entrance to Heather's
love hole. Slowly it slid in between the lips until, only partially inserted, it
contacted Heather's hymen and stopped. Clint couldn't believe it; this beautiful young
woman was a virgin. He was going to be her first and only lover. He wasn't going to be
denied this fuck by a hymen; so he partially withdrew his erect dick and then rammed it
in as hard as he could. This time it broke through and hit bottom and he began to stroke
it in and out of the cool dead pussy. It felt so good as he fucked it; it had been too long
since he had a woman. As he pumped; his hands alternately caressed the lovely stocking clad
thighs and succulent breasts. His dick was getting that tingling feeling and soon he could
hold back no longer. He felt the extasy as his rod exploded inside Heather and shot wave after
of hot cum into her beautiful corpse. Spent; he slid off and lay down beside the body
and played with her sticky pussy. He had the perfect lover. No complaining, bitching and
no running away with other men. Speaking of other men; he wondered if there had been a man
in Heather's life. If there was; that man certainly had lost a treasure.
Clint got up and retrieved Heather's purse from the chair , returned and dumped it's contents
on the bed. Opening the wallet; he counted sixty-five dollars in bills and a dollar seventy
three cents in change. Opening the top drawer of the small table beside the bed; he placed the
money inside an old shoe box. This young lady had no need for money now. Continuing to look
through the wallet; he found a drivers' license with the name Heather Whistnant and noted
from the birth date; that she would have been 22 in a couple of months. Next he came across
a picture of Heather smiling in the arms of a handsome young man. So she did have a man in
her life. Clint rifled through the credit cards and other items but found nothing of real
value to him that he could use and dumped the items back into the purse. He looked at the
ring on Heather's finger but decided it wasn't really valuable to him and left it on.
Clint rolled the corpse over on her stomach and admired her firm tanned butt. She had only the
tiniest of a bikini tan line. What a nice ass! His hands rubbed the cheeks and his fingers
found their way down into the crack and eventually to her asshole. He remembered one of his
girlfriends in high school who loved taking it up her ass. His ex-wife never cared for
it though. He pressed his finger against the tight hole and up inside Heather's rectum and
began to work the finger around to loosen her up further. His dick was getting very hard
again as he pumped his finger in and out. After awhile he got two fingers inside and her
asshole really began to loosen up. It was time to give his dick a try. He grabbed a pillow
and rolled Heather over on her side, placed the pillow and rolled her on to the pillow so
that her ass was somewhat elevated. He spread her sexy legs wide apart and crawled between
them and lined his big hard rod up with her asshole. It took several hard thrusts to fully
bury his rod in her ass. Clint kissed her cool back and neck as he stroked his dick in
and out. She was exquisite and all his. It was starting to get that tingly feeling. His
tempo increased and soon afterward he shot his load into her ass. He withdrew and again
lay down beside of Heather. He rolled her over on her back and passionately kissed her
pale lips. Clint was suddenly aware of King touching his hand. He had dozed off and it
was starting to get dark outside.
Clint left the bed and put his clothes on. He had chores to do before supper. King led the
way as he went outside the cabin. After the chores were finished; they returned and Clint
prepared supper for both of them. With the meal finshed; King lay down over at the fireplace
and his master removed his clothes and crawled into bed and pulled the covers over himself
and his lovely dead lover. His arms held her tight as he slept soundly. He awoke the next
morning to the sound of King scratching at the door. Removing his arms from Heather; Clint
crawled out of bed and went over to open the door and then put some wood on the fire. He
picked up Heather and laid her on a large bear skin in front of the fireplace. She looked
really sexy lying there and Clint had to have some more pussy. He dropped between her long
sexy legs and began pounding his hard rod into her cold sticky cunt. A wave of pleasure came
over him again as his dick erupted into her again. He lay on top her savoring the moment and
then withdrew and got dressed.
It was now time to fix some breakfast. King was at the door scratching and howling
and his master let him in and closed the door. King walked over sniffing at Heather's corpse
as Clint continued preparing the food. Hearing a noise behind him caused Clint to turn
around. He couldn't believe it; even the dog wanted her. King was latched on tight to Heather's
stocking clad thigh and hunching like there would be no tomorrow. Clint walked over and kicked
him square in the rump dislodging him from the thigh and took him outside with his plate of
breakfast and returned inside, closed and latched the door. He gazed at Heather's lovely body
as he finished off his breakfast. After breakfast; Clint strolled over and lay down beside
Heather on the Bear skin. He caressed her cold stiffening body and held her close. Over the
course of the day and into the night; he kissed and caressed every inch of Heather's luscious
body. She had a sexy little black mole on the inside of her left thigh. He marveled at her
feminine curves. She had more curves than forty miles of bad road and he knew every one of them.
About midnight he got up and carried her body to the bed and covered it. He let King back in
and noticed that a light snow was falling. Clint closed and locked the door, removed his
clothes and crawled into bed with Heather for he knew would be his last night with her.
He placed his hand on her left breast and positioned her cold stiffening right hand over his
dick and drifted off to sleep.
His sound sleep was awakened the next morning by the daily ritual of King howling and scratching
at the door. Clint removed Heather's cold hand from his dick; got up and dressed and opened the
door. King darted out into a light dusting of snow. Clint proceeded to fix breakfast and sat down
to eat. His thoughts returned to Heather. He'd like to keep her for a while longer but that wasn't
going to be possible. She was starting to look and smell a little stale already. He had to decide what
he was going to do with her corpse. At that moment; Clint remembered a very small cave down the
creek a ways. It should be big enough to be able to bury her in there.
Clint retrieved a large long thick sack from the tool shed. It had contained machine tool parts for
the paper mill and they had discarded it. He placed the sack beside the corpse to make sure it
was long enough and determined it had a few inches to spare. He retrieved Heather's clothes and
slowly redressed her; taking time to fondle her breasts and play with her smelly pussy. Before placing
her in the bag; he kissed her cold lips one last time. He slid the bag over the head and shoulders
and pulled and tugged on it until all of Heather's body was inside. Her purse was then placed
in the bag beside her feet. Clint now took a large needle and sewed up the sack. Grabbing his
shovel; he placed the bag over his shoulder and made his way down the creek toward the cave.
Once there he crawled through the entrance and pulled the bag inside and placed it against the
cave wall. With the shovel he covered the bag with dirt, silt and gravel from inside the cave.
Now he went back outside and began to carry large rocks and arranged them to block the cave entrance.
He found some dead brush to hide the rock covered cave entrance from view and with King by his
side made his way back to the cabin.
In the meantime, Heather's wrecked car was discovered and a search was instituted in the surrounding
area. Bloodhounds were brought in and tracked a scent to the creek where Clint had entered it.
There the trail went cold and after several days the search was called off. Clint had returned to
work on Monday with a smile on his face. He had taken alot of ribbing from his co-workers about
his meager and lonely existence. If they only knew about this weekend! But he would never tell.
Heather's "special" weekend had turned out to be very "special" for Clint.
THE END