Chapter 4: Dumping a Load

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: General Erotica  |  House: Booksiesilk Classic Group

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Comments: 7

I'm poking Ashley with my metal prick, just testing its power.  If this thing can heal knife wounds, might it also bring dead girls back to life?  The Lazarus effect?  Apparently not.  Perhaps it's for the better.  If she did wake up, she'd probably have that PET SEMATARY  personality, and nobody's got time for all that.
"Ooooh..."  Kevin is groaning.  He hit the floor pretty hard when he passed out.  It's time for him to wake up and get busy.
"Kevin,"  I whisper.  I'm softly rubbing his arm.  I like how he looks - naked on the floor.  "Are you okay, Kev?"
"What happened?"  He asks.
"You passed out when I healed your stab wound."  Kevin twists to take a look at his injury.  It's gone.  He looks up at Ashley on the bed.  "You've got to get up, Kevin.  We've got work to do."
"What are we going to do with her?  Throw her in the river?"  Kevin manages to stand on his feet.
"That's too amateur, Kevin.  The next thing you know, her body washes up at pebble beach and cops crash the apartment spraying luminol everywhere.  We can mop the floors; we can scour the walls, but we're going to miss some little droplet somewhere."  -  (I watch all the murder shows on TV, so I know what I'm talking about.)
"Ashley needs to disappear, Kevin.  Her clothes, her purse, everything she owns.  She needs to leave."
"Where does she need to go?"
"She goes to be with her lover, Kevin.  They make a break for it."
"What lover?"
"I told you, Kevin.  She was having an affair.  She was cheating on you the same as you were cheating on her."
"With whom?"  Kevin is sincerely disturbed about Ashley's infidelity.  It's as if he has somehow forgotten the girl is lying on the bed beside us dead as shit. 
Meanwhile, I'm struck by Kevin's grammatical acumen.  He was an English professor in another life.
"What does it matter, Kevin?  You'll find out soon enough.  Right now, I need you to roll her up in these sheets and comforter.  We've got to package her body for disposal.  Everything has to go - pillows, mattress, blankets - anything with blood spatter."
"Where will we take her if not the river?"
"We're taking her to your cousin's shop, the car repair place.  There's a big ditch in the back.  He has his own personal land field where they dump parts and junk.  I've been back there.  He's got all sorts of shit piled in the bottom of that hole."
"What were you doing over there, Meg?"
"Getting my car fixed after that accident last month.  Don't you remember?  What's your problem, Kevin?  You think I was fucking your cousin or something?"  The truth is I was...but Kevin doesn't need to know that. 
"No,"  He says, sounding offended.
We wrap Ashley up and carry everything out back where Kevin's truck is parked by the door.  Hopefully no one will notice what we're doing.  We spend the rest of the day cleaning and dispensing with her belongings.  Her car has to go as well, so we load her stuff into the trunk.
By midnight we're exhausted, and it's time to make our run.  I'm hoping there are no cameras at the shop and that we recognize the building in the dark.  The business sign is brightly beaming - as if anyone shows up up for nightly repairs.
Body Works
Parts and Services
Kevin unlocks the gate with a key from his cousin.  We drive through a maze of old vehicles and junk until finally we arrive at a massive ditch.
"Back your truck to the edge, Kevin."  I get out and guide him into perfect position. We drop the tailgate and hop in the back, shoving everything over the ledge.  The blankets and bedding crash down into a rusty cesspool of dismembered vehicles and abandoned appliances.  It's too dark to get a good look.  We don't have a flashlight.
"Let's get going,"  I insist.  We jump back in the truck and drive up to the back of the shop.
There's a hose behind the building, so we spray down the truck bed just to be safe.  We manage to soak ourselves thoroughly.  I'm not wearing a bra, so my nipples are glowing like little red marbles through the white cotton fabric of my tank.  Otherwise I'm filthy, grimy, and sweaty.
"Let's get out of here, Kevin.  I want to go home."
Back at the apartment, Ashley's room is empty save for a bed frame, box springs, and dresser.  I've left a surprise in a drawer which I pull out for Kevin.  "What's this?"  He asks.
"It's Ashley's waterproof vibrator, sweet cheeks...and we both need a shower."  Kevin looks awestruck.  "What?  You didn't know your girlfriend masturbated?"
I'm so tired that I can barely move, but Kevin's eyes instill a burst of energy.  We undress each other in the bathroom, depositing our wet clothes on the tile.  I turn on the vibrator and roll it over Kevin's shriveled cock.
"It looks like a little turtle,"  I laugh.  "Is he hiding from me or are you turning into a little boy?"
The steam is seeping around the shower curtain.  The room is warming and Kevin is getting harder.  I'm pressing the vibrator against his shaft.  "Just think, Kevin.  The last time this was used, it was shoved up your girlfriend's cunt.  Look, it's crusted with her dried pussy juice."
Kevin is peering down between us.  I'm holding the vibrator firmly against his frenulum.  His tiny slit is leaking.  "Maybe I should make you lick it clean,"  I suggest.  "One last taste of Ashley."
I touch the silicon probe to his lips.  It's still humming like an electric toothbrush.  "Open up, little boy.  Suck mommy's plastic dick."  I'm stroking him slowly in my fist, greasing his cock with pre-cum.  He obliges my request and takes the dildo in his mouth.
"Damn, baby.  You do that so well.  You ever sucked a dick before?"
Kevin shakes his head in horror.  His expression is priceless with a mouth full of fuck toy.
"I hope she didn't have this up her butt,"  I mention.  "Does it taste like her ass, Kev?"  By this point, his eyeballs are bulging.  I'm going to lose my shit if he comes...which he totally does....all over my belly.
I jerk him off hard.  His balls are swirling like the blades of a chopper.  Sperm is flying everywhere.  I shove him against the wall, cranking his gear shift.  "Come on, Kevin!  Is that all you got?  Launch that shit, you motherfucker!"
He's choking on the dildo.  I'm ramming it down his throat.  I think he's having a seizure and coming simultaneously.  I wonder if that's ever happened.  He's sliding down the wall.  I've got my hand over his mouth, a dick down his throat, his shaft in my palm.  I feel really strong - much stronger than Kevin.
He's jerking.  He's trembling.  He's flat on the tile.  He's covered in cum. 
He's motionless and pale.  He's limp and breathless.
I wipe my hand on his belly, then stand to inspect him.  "You're dead as fuck, aren't you, baby?"  He doesn't answer.  I pull out the vibrator, then frig myself wildly till I spray jets of juice in his mouth.
The shower has been running for several minutes.  The room is a steam bath.  I step into the deluge.  The water is warm and inviting.  I wash off his spunk, the dirt from the dump, the grime, the sweat, the smell of Ashley. 

Submitted: September 20, 2020

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Well, hot damn. Is he dead too or just entirely spent? I'm loving this chapter.

Sun, September 20th, 2020 8:48pm


You find out next chapter!
Thanks for reading, girl

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:49pm

Lisa ☺

I want to know the same as writing wall is he dead or just dead beat. I didn't know you had a dark erotic side meg but it's a really good story cant wait to read more.

Sun, September 20th, 2020 9:13pm


You will find out in a minute!
I'm glad you're liking this, Lisa...thanks for reading!

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:48pm


just have to love those shower pics kitten.

Sun, September 20th, 2020 11:53pm


You never seen a girl in the shower, V?
Oh, you mean when she gives you a shower...I got ya

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:47pm


You are an evil person. The devils daughter. Damn this makes the shower scene in the Bates motel movie seem tame.
Lovin it.
XoxoX Ron

Mon, September 21st, 2020 5:04am


Bate's Motel?
Ron, that's black and white. This is live and in color.

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:45pm


Just have the strength to say
Upload the next chapter quick!

Mon, September 21st, 2020 5:04pm


Okay, okay...

Mon, September 21st, 2020 8:43pm


Is that a picture of you Meg? Hot little number if so!

Wed, September 23rd, 2020 6:10am


Certainly NOT, Spy! I would NEVER EVER pose like the the shower...standing over some guy photographing me with his phone....tinkling on his lens...

don't you know by now how shy I am?

Wed, September 23rd, 2020 5:12pm


Now I am dying with curiosity - does your husband know about your dark side? If he did he might fear for his life, lol

Mon, July 25th, 2022 9:22pm


He doesn't really know. Only you do..

Thanks for checking this out, Will!

Mon, July 25th, 2022 7:07pm

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