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Heather's Special Weekend

Date: 12/27/2014, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Death, Foot or shoe fetish, Male/Female, Necrophilia, Non-consensual sex, Older Male / Female, Virginity, Author: Vile Kyle, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

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 ...