Camille stood at the end of the dining room table. Silently, she slipped the tight beige sweater over her head. Her massive breasts tumbled free; her nipples were already hard and erect, surrounded by nut-brown disks. She unzipped her slacks and slipped them down around her knees, baring her swollen belly. She was already into her eighth month of prenancy. Kelly stared at her, in awed silence.
"Help me off with my slacks," she said.
Kelly knelt down in front of her, and she balanced herself on his shoulder as she lifted one leg, then the other to allow him to slip her slacks off. He continued to kneel at her feet for a moment, examining the exquisite roundness of her ponderous belly and firm breasts, already swollen with milk, and the fresh-scrubbed pink glow of her skin.
"There's no need to rush," she said, half talking to herself. "Its only about 10, and you won't be eating your dinner until about one-ishÉ it'll only take and hour, an hour and a half to cook the meat and everything elseÉ"
She leaned against the edge of the table, and lifted her ass onto the table top.
She placed her hands on the table behind her, and leaned back.
"Well?"
Kelly didn't answer. Instead he reached out and took her breasts in his hands, allowing his fingers to play over her swollen, hard nipples. She murmured her approval, and closed her eyes. His hands travelled down to caress her sides, moving down to her hips, then across her abdomen. Camille lowered herself down onto the cool wood tabletop, her legs still dangling uncomfortably over the edge. Kelly bent over and kissed her breasts, gently sucking on her swollen nipples. A thin stream of milk spurted against his tongue. His lips travelled down the deep valley between her breasts, then began to scale her mountainous belly bathing her in warm, wet kisses. He licked her skin cat fashion, tasting the salty perfumed flavor of her skin, covering every inch of the surface of her belly with kisses. His lips searched out her navel, a deep, inverted triangle. Kelly paused to tongue-clean her belly-button, to probe its depths with the tip of his tongue, to nibble on its fleshy rim.
The small patch of pubic hair between her legs had been neatly shaven off, revealing the pink plumpness of her mons, which glistened now with olive oil.
"Eat meÉ" she pleaded. "I can't wait for you to eat meÉ"
Camille spread her legs apart. Kelly slid the palms of his hands beneath her ass, and, with his thumbs, gently parted the lips of her womanhood. Her pressed his face between her thighs, inhaling her woman's fragrance, tasting her woman's flavor. As his tongue probed the entrance to her love chamber, he could feel her shudder with delight. He lapped her gash with ardor; as his tongue flicked across her swollen clitoris, she moaned in ecstasy. He continued for minutes working his tongue against and around her clit, until he felt her begin to climax.
"OhÉChristÉ" she screamed.
He felt the walls of her vagina quivering against his tongue. Kelly raised his face from between her legs. Her face was flushed with passion; her eyes were tightly closed, and her breasts rose and fell spasmodically as she fought to catch her breath.
"Do you want me to fuck you?" he asked.
She knew he desperately wanted to bury his stiff tool inside of her, to feel his belly against her s.
"NoÉnot yet. Don't put it inside of me untilÉafterÉ" she said, still out of breath. "I want to jerk you offÉ just like I used toÉ"
Her hands rubbed over the surface of her belly.
"We'll put some icing on the cakeÉ" she added.
Kelly began to undress, dropping his clothes into a heap on the floor, as Camille crawled across the table top until she could stretch out her entire length on it. Kelly climbed up along side of her, straddling her hips as he knelt over her. She raised herself up on one elbow. With her free hand, she gently fondled his scrotum, lightly squeezing the two cum-ladened spheres inside.
"I hope you've saved up a big load for meÉ" she said.
Her warm fingers wrapped around the shaft of his cock. and she slowly pumped up and down its swollen length. Camille watched the tip swell until the skin was pulled so tight she thought it would burst. She quickened the pace, eager to drain him.
The first jet of jism exploded from the tip of his cock and splattered noisily across her belly. Kelly's head rolled back and he arched his back in ecstasy. Wave after wave of cum splashed across her belly, thickly coating her skin with a thick, pearly white layer of sperm.
When Kelly's cock started to deflate in her hand, she stopped her pumping actions. She lifted her hand to her lips and began to slowly lick the cum off her fingers.
"I love the taste of your cumÉ" she said. "It's so sweetÉ"
When she had licked her fingers clean, she began to scoop up the jism that had puddled between her breasts. Kelly slipped off the table and began to dress. He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment, then returned with a small silver demitasse spoon. He carefully scooped up same of the cum from her belly, and carried it to her lips. Camille opened her mouth, closed her eyes, and he poured the contents of the spoon onto her tongue. He repeated the process, this time concentrating on the thin rivers of sperm that ran down her sides. Camille ate spoonful after spoonful of the warm, rich sauce, delighting in its flavor, savoring every bittersweet, thick drop, until Kelly had completed cleaned her breasts and belly. She remained still for several minutes, her eyes still closed.
"NowÉ KellyÉ make love to meÉ" she begged. "With the knifeÉ"
Kelly disappeared into the kitchen once more, and she could hear him rummaging through the kitchen drawers. He returned with a hank of strong clothesline, and some rags, and a narrow wooden box almost a foot long.
Camille rolled over onto one side, and placed her hands behind her back. Kelly tied her hands behind her at the wrists, then rolled her onto her back. He moved down to her legs and tied them together at the ankles.
"Take your time," she said. "I want you to do me slowlyÉ I want to feel every inch inside of meÉ"
Kelly held the rag in front of her face, and she opened her mouth wide enough to let him gag her. He carefully opened the wooden box and took out the thin sharp carving knife that it contained. He examined the blade for a moment, watching the razor edge sparkle in the light. He held it in front of her, so that she could examine it, too. He could see the nervous anticipation in her eyes. She was breathing rapidly, her chest and belly heaving with each breath. His eyes travelled down her torso, to her quivering belly, pink and meaty and vulnerable, waiting to swallow the length of the blade, desperate to taste metal. He kissed the deep depression of her delectable navel, savoring the feel of her warm, tender pink flesh against his lips.
He poised the tip of the blade just beneath her sternum. The needle-point of the blade pressed deeply into the skin, forming a conical depression. Camille closed her eyes tightly. He brought more and more weight to bear on the knife. The depression on her skin grew deeper and deeper, until finally her flesh yielded and the blade sank its entire length into her flesh. Camille arched her back and shuddered as the knife slipped deep into her flesh.
He worked slowly, cautiously sawing through her flesh, careful not to penetrate into her intestines. Camille bucked and writhed beneath him, making the task more difficult. He cut in a wide arc, first across the base of her ribcage, then cutting down her side, taking his time, working methodically. Using her pelvis as his guide as he sliced through the flesh at the bottom of her belly. He savored the moment, revelling in the feel of pliant flesh parting beneath the blade. He worked up her other side, until he returned to the place he had started the incision. He inserted the fingers of both hands into the incision, and peeled the slab of belly meat away from the organs that it protected beneath it. He took the massive filet into the kitchen and placed it in the sink, carefully washing it. He examined it closely. The flesh was no longer a glowing pink, but the thick red meat was firm and looked succulent, marbelled with a thin layer of fat.
He placed the filet of her flesh into a large roasting pan, surrounding it with small potatoes. He took a small jar from the refrigerator, opened it, and took out a bright red maraschino cherry. Holding it between his thumb and index finger, he carefully stuffed it into the cavity of her belly button. Kelly turned on the oven and slipped the roasting pan inside.
Drawing a bucket of water from the tap, he picked up a large plastic wash tub and carried both back to the dining room.
Camille was motionless. Her vacant eyes stared towards the ceiling. He went to work again. He carefully scooped the contents of her abdomen out, dumping long loops of pink-grey intestine into the wash-tub. He saved her liver, setting it aside for another evening's meal. Or perhaps, he thought, to make it into a tasty patÉ
He split open her womb. There was a sudden gush of fluid. As he removed the contents of the translucent sack, he wondered how he might prepare the infant. It was a girl child. Maybe he would spit-roast it,
He scrubbed Camille down from head to toe. He stepped back to examine her body. Her face was expressionlessÉ her breasts were paler now, but still swollen and firm. Her hair, long and tawny, hung over one shoulder. He studied the empty cavity of her abdomenÉ an immense, gaping void between her ribcage and pelvisÉ
Kelly realized he was hard again. He rolled her over on her side, and cut the ropes that bound her hands. Then he untied her legs. He grabbed her at the bottom of the cavity in her belly, and pulled her across the table until her ass was perched precariously at the edge.
Kelly undressed again. Taking her legs in his hands, he poised himself at the entrance to her womanhood. With a slow push he penetrated her. Her flesh was still warm, and the walls of her vagina yielded to swallow his length. He slid in and out of her in slow measured strokes, eager to delay this final moment of pleasure inside her. Finally he erupted, pumping what felt like a pint of sperm inside her motionless body. He collapsed on top of her, her breasts crushed hard against his chest, his belly sagging heavily into the empty cavity of her abdomen. He lay there for several minutes, until the air was perfumed by the smell of her roasting flesh wafting from the kitchen.
Waiting for her flesh to cook seemed to take an eternity. Finally, the oven timer rang.
Kelly slid the roasting pan out of the oven, and lifted the cooked filet of Camille's belly meat onto the platter. The skin had been cooked to a golden brown, glistening with her melted fat and succulent juices. He carried the platter of belly meat into the dining room, and set it at his place at the table.
He sliced into the cooked belly meat, marvelling at how easily it cut. Her flesh was every bit as tender as he had imagined. He sliced off a strip of meat which he poised at his lips for a moment, then placed into his mouth. He chewed slowly. The flavor was exquisiteÉ almost a cross between lamb and pork, but milder, sweeter, and much more succulent. He cut another strip, then another. He ate slowly, savoring every morsel of Camille's meat. The sugary-tart sweetness of the cherry perfectly complimented the flavor of the meat which encased her navel.
He consumed the entire filet of belly meat before he had eaten his fill of her flesh. Kelly sat back in his chair, his belly feeling bloated with her juicy meat. He contemplated her corpse at the other end of the table. He thought of the various ways that he would prepare her flesh. He would feast on her breasts for one meal. He would cook up her thighs like hams, glazing them in brown sugar. He would barbecue her ribsÉ that would feed him for several daysÉ
He thought about the tender steaks he would be able to slice from her back over the wide triangles of her shoulder blades and from her flanks, and of making a thick, meaty stew from the bits and pieces of savory meat left over from the rest of her body.
The End
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