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Summer Strings

She was so, what's the word I'm looking for?   not horny, some would say submissive. There is no way she was that, more dominatrix. But she never let it show, she'd have a way of controlling the situation to make you think you         were in charge... How could I explain it? more like your in a desert,          thirsty and see a fountain in the distance. Running towards it your strength disperses,   and you believe what you see even though your             swallowing the passing of time. Even as you choke, you still believe you've quenched your, I mean her thirst.           If she was poker, she'd have the winning hand every time... So back to the moment at hand, she was so dam          rough, I had scratches that looked like I'd had a sleepover at Elm Street. I'm not saying I didn't enjoy it... I liked it when she made me trickle. That itch while at work, as my back was healing, it turned me on knowing that she still lingered even though we weren't near.        She had this suffocation issue, but it was kinker than just naked...          It was in a summer dress,                     and only in the summer. Like she was seasonal? I'd lift her dress up. she was pantiless.            But before that, my hands were even within her thighs, she was damper than the grand canyon dry around the edges,        but between she flowed... There was no finesse it was all or nothing,      no gentle hands, deep and hard were her ways. She knew what she liked. But like a drug, Its strength diminishes over time, and the thrill was now near non-existent.   And a frustrated woman isn't one to be trifled with. So we got others involved, ones that had the same suffocating view on life. Constricted on the normality of sex. The first one, Omg. It was embarrassing.   We'd guest they were more inquisitive          than had done it before. We'd had them sign a waiver on the obligation of what it entailed. A few drinks later, Ok, more than a few and it was a melting pot          of flesh, we were all over each other.       She strangled my other half one-handed constricting her flow of air, the other fingers in her mouth being sucked erotically. I'd never thought of how erotic this would be, it didn't matter that it was a woman, the fact she was arching so much. All because of another stifling her breath.                     I had my fun though I was deep in the other,  arse deep as she didn't want to be penetrated in her flower, she likes her petals clean??    My other half could see me over the other'ss shoulder. Enjoying the fact of both woman were in my bed,               I was getting close, and then it changed. She saw that I was about to pleasured by another. Her hands clasped around our new acquaintance. For such a petite figure she had a grasp like a clamp. I felt her clench around my external offering,            and the smile off my other, it was suffocatingly   pleasurable. All three of us slumped at the same time. The bedsheet was drizzly with the fulfillment   of all three of us. I'd never experienced such a moment, it was unexplainably fulfilling. We rested for a moment, and then as I pulled myself from this sweaty gathering, I needed to pee. I know wow how romantic, But you open a valve, waters going to pour eventually.    Walking back to the bed all smiles.      She looked at me with fear, but with a hint of excitement.                      "She's dead,                             "What dead tired?   "No you fuck-wit, as in you just pleasured yourself up a corpse you necrophilic moron... I laughed, as I jumped into bed thinking she was hoaxing me. But she wasn't moving.   Holy crap that was an orgasm to die for??   She looked at me sheepishly, no not really I got kind of confused, she was strangling me and i was so turned on. But then I saw you about to lift off, and I didn't like the fact that it was in another and not me. So I tightened my grip, I heard her throat crunch under the pressure, and she came, either in exhilaration or that she'd just died... Is it wrong that it was a multiple's!! I've had doubles with you but that,                                                I'm still twitching. Oh' not to the fact that there was a dead blonde in our bed. But the fact she had a multiple with a dead woman on top. I brushed that thought away as we had more concerning things, I said to her, "Do we phone the police,              she signed the waiver? "Do we phone the police!   She said in a sarcastic manner raising her brow,    I could never do that dam thing, she was like a sexy trekky when she did that Mmm..         I'd live long and fuck the shit out her in that cosplay outfit, pity I broke the ears last time. Crap, I'm getting distracted. I  could see where she was cumming from,        why the hell does the dead woman have erect nipples,  whoops my toothpick just became a great redwood again. Are you getting stiff off seeing a dead woman's nipples you freak? They are kind of just there, As she lent across and licked them.          Oh, there cold, she looked at me in her I'm horny look.  We shouldn't waste an opportunity really, as she opened her legs and maneuvered her so she could scissor her. What you waiting for, put your piece in her gob, her mouth cold against it, but moist enough that I face fucked her till we both got close             kissing each other and ejaculating at the same time, wow that was intense,                                         we both sheepishly smiled. We both got in the shower, the bed damp still from                   when all three were breathing but her head slumped to the side and you could see it dripping out her mouth as if she was sleeping and  drooling                        on the pillow.. that's gross. After we were all cleaned up, we had to decide what to do, the police wasn't an option.    We'd watched enough dexters to know that cutting her up was going to be way too messy.. And last time I got a paper cut I fainted. Grabbing some cling film out the cupboard I started To wrap her up, beforehand we went to the store and brought 15 liters of bleach. I used a kitchen a utensil  with a short straw-like funnel and proceed to bleach the inside of her arse.. and gave here a detol mouth wash, we put the rest in the bath and put her in there, she hadn't started decomposing and rigor mortis wasn't overly making her stiff like a plank so she easily sank to the bottom. After lunch we let the water out, god she looked clean. But her eyes had become white, like ghost white staring at me, like she'd known what we did to her. I tried closing her eyelids but they wouldn't shut, so I used a permanent marker to color them in..    What was I thinking, now she looks bloody possessed. Drying off was like a ritual we were gentle and making sure her hair was brushed nicely. Then with the 6 boxes of cling film, we wrapped her up nice and tightly. Crossing her arms over her chest seemed like a nice thing to do. You never realize when someone says dead weight, just how heavy that is. We did that nursery rhyme as we threw her in the boot, A leg and a wing to see the king and yeet...     I gave her a 7.5 for landing. As we drove off we took the map out, using sat-nav was a no, no as we could have our steps traced back.    There was an old coal mine just twenty minutes away, what was cool was that there was an opening that was so deep but not many knew about it. I know how convenient is that. We parked up and we knew we'd have to be quick so I slung her over my shoulder, walking along I got really damp? "Babe, what the hell is going on?                      "Is she peeing on me? I started to gag, but then the bleach smell hit!        Phew! she was leaking bleach all over my jeans. Thank fuck for that, I knew these were going to be burnt later anyway and had a spare pair in the boot just in case. What I come prepared. As we got to the opening a couple was standing there throwing a rolled-up rug down the hole? we both just looked at each other, what's up?                               Nothing What's up with you?                      Nothing! We just smiled and dropped our cling film roll down the same hole. they pulled a knife we pulled a baseball bat out. Look, we know what we've both done,    and if we walk away now you, we, well neither of us will get hurt or have to throw the others down that hole. How about the saying. You didn't see it, so it didn't happen,? They walked off, we walked off calmly. That went a lot better than I thought as I laughed. But just as we got to the car we heard a twig snap right behind us, out of instinct I swung hard catching him square in the temple. as he fell he landing on his accomplice. She was screaming Oh'my god help me.. My other half leaned over her, foot on her wrist pulling the knife out her hand.. What were you going to do with this then.             "Fuck you, she yelled. No how about I mouth fuck you, and with that, she raised the knife up and shoved it into the hilt of her mouth. God, i love this woman.    As she lay there gurgling.. I mean the noise was nasty..   So she just trod on her throat and silence. We looked at each other, and started kissing,     and before you knew it we had steamy windows handprints visible to what had perspired in here. As we got redressed and the tension now reduced we dragged these two both to the hole. I mean  my girl just grabbed his feet and like luggage threw him in. She's so awesome. You do realize we got from accidental murders to nearly serial killers now. And you know what it was such a turn on.      I must admit we were both turned on by death. We found their car and drove both down the country lanes making sure that cameras were nowhere near. We burnt it out, but not before doing donuts in a field to make it look like joyriders had stolen it.. After that, we had plenty more lovers, false addresses to entice, and snare our next lover into false security. We got tech-savvy as well, in the car we had a scrambler that blocked their mobiles. most didn't even notice they lost signal, some did and were over-cautious                    If they didn't come then unlucky them. But we remembered that everything was to happen in the bedroom. Gosh that coal mine is now a mosh pit of broken voices, that crunch just as we orgasmed.   That never got old, as everyone was different some cum, others pissed them selfs, that was new and gross. But luckily we had mattress protectors on and plenty more in the cupboard. To date, we must have made love and silenced at least 12 over the last few years. Only in the summer though,   and the dresses, god she looks so hot... Got to go through as our new friend just turned up in guess what in a summer dress of all things.            We just looked at each other and smiled.
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