Could I be This Lucky?!
So, this was a short little story I jotted down today while I was binge watching Netflix. (Finished up Travelers, now it's another cliffhanger wait...) It was just something I thought up, and no idea why I had this idea, but it's fucked up. Guy finds a dead body on the side of the road and decides to... have fun with the little girl. Fair warning: contains necrophilia, as tags state.
As always, if you notice any tags I'm missing, please feel free to add them. Comments and favs much appreciated.
"Could I be this lucky? I mean, my birthday isn't even for another three months! This has to be the best day ever!" I bend down, shuffling forward and wrapping my paws around the lump in front of me, yanking it out from under the shrub. It is exactly what I thought it was. A black bag shaped like a small person.
I reach into my pocket, bringing out a pocket knife and flicking it open. Using the blade, I make a slit in the tarp, flicking my wrist in a nice clean cut through the plastic. Once open, the plastic falls away, a fuzzy, beige-furred arm falling out, and I slip the knife back into my wrist. I grab the wrist, using it as a handle to pull it out of the plastic enclosure. Freeing it up, it's revealed to be a small little beagle girl. "Oh, you are beautiful. You couldn't be more than six years old, max."
She's completely naked, and absolutely gorgeous. Flat chest, not a single hint of a bump anywhere. Her eyes are closed, so I can't tell what color they are. Her face is smooth, with not a hint of fat on the rest of her body either. Her nose is small and button shaped. Framing her face are two adorably floppy ears, each of them covered in soft downy fur as I stroke them softly.
Using my fingers, I spread her eyes open, revealing baby blue orbs that will never again see light. I close them again, not wanting to see the sightless eyes staring up at nothing. I let my eyes rove over the little girl, wondering how she got here, then realizing I don't really care.
I pull her the rest of the way from the bag, leaving her on top of the plastic. This reveals her legs to me now, her soft thighs covered by more downy fur. I force her thighs open, able to do so with effort, rigor mortis having partially set in. She hasn't been here too terribly long, apparently. Once her legs are open, I have a clear view between them, allowing me to gaze upon the beauty of the young slit that will never have a chance to mature.
I run a finger through it, relishing in the thought that the little cut will never be old enough to produce any sexual lubrication. I lift my finger to my lip, sucking on it to moisten it with saliva. Using my now wet finger, I jam it into her sex, finding the hole with relative ease. Wiggling my finger back and forth, I manage to penetrate her, stretching the dead flesh out in preparation. I eventually manage to get my whole finger up inside her tight cunt.
Stepping back, I admire her small body, the gravel from the road crunching under my feet. Reaching back into my pocket, I pull out a small bottle of lube. It always pays to come prepared, and I have a feeling I would need it with her. Since she's dead, her cunt won't have much give, but I am fully intent on getting inside her.
Standing fully upright, I unzip my pants, reaching inside and massaging my chubbing cock through my boxers, feeling it get harder by the second. Getting sufficiently hard, I push open the fly of my pants, my cock slipping out and kissing the fresh air.
Falling to my knees, I drop the bottle in the grass next to her to plant my hand on the ground for leverage. One hand freed up now, I slowly rub up and down my shaft, grasping and squeezing gently. Leaning down, I start to roughly lick her sex, my tongue pushing her lips apart as I delve inside. Nibbling softly, I enjoy the peach fuzz spread around the inside of her thighs. Most girls around the age the girl would most likely have been that I've seen have fur that doesn't stretch all the way to their sex like this one. If they ever get it at all. I enjoy it though, as I eat her out.
The short fuzz tickles my face as I lick the cold flesh, that odd scent filling my nose of flesh that has no blood flowing through it. My appetite sated, I decide it's time. Picking the bottle back up, I pop it open. I turn the bottle over, squeezing out a rather generous dollop of it onto my hand, rubbing it over my shaft and causing it to glisten. I force her legs apart again, hearing a small crack as I break through the rigor mortis affecting her small body.
Lining my erection up with the beagle girl's pussy, I jam inside, thrusting into the pre-spread hole. Once inside, I let out a guttural moan, the tight hole squeezing down on my shaft. It's only a matter of time, now. Once you fuck a dead pussy, the muscles that normally keep it tight no longer function properly, and it quickly becomes too loose to fuck properly.
I can't wait any longer, pulling myself out slamming back in just as quickly. Grabbing hold of the girl's hips, I use them to jackhammer myself inside her, giving long, brutally fast strokes on each thrust. Her body gives with each thrust, rustling the plastic she's resting on. Leaning over her body, I bite down on her shoulder, imagining her moans of part pain and pleasure. They're all in my head, of course, but it certainly helps to expand my pleasure.
I find myself making loud moans into the open air, my cock throbbing and demanding release as it plunges in and out of her now gaping sex. Letting a loud yelp, I slam all the way into her sex, my balls clenching up as the deposit their load into the dead girl below me. My body shudders in pleasure, almost blacking out from the amount of endorphins flooding my system on climax. I enjoy it while I can, unable to indulge in this guilty, not to mention highly illegal, sexual act.
Pulling my shaft out, I watch the girls hole cavern open, my cum dribbling from the gaping hole. Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I scrape my cum and any remaining lube off, licking it off my fingers. Once clean, well, cleaner, I stuff my cock back inside my pants, maneuvering it into my waistband let it slide back into my sheath on its own time.
"Damn, girl. You were an amazing fuck, doll. But, now, I am afraid I must go. I won't leave you alone, though." I chuckle softly to myself, unhooking the radio from my shoulder and holding the toggle button and speaking into it.
"I'd like to report a body. Young pre-pubescent child, canine descent, possibly five or six years old. Just down the road leading to the old Johnson's farm, off I68." I put my radio back, starting the walk back to my squad car to get my water bottle while I wait for the cleanup crew to arrive. I'll have to mess with a lot of records to not get caught, but it was absolutely worth it.