MichiganGhoul
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It Was An Accident!
Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Completed on August 9, 2012.
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. His eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to a young man.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the left, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area. Semi dried blood splatters mixed in well with the antifreeze that had erupted onto the accordianed hood when the car's radiator exploded. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view. The ferocity of the crash became apparent as Burt moved toward the crushed front of the car. The corpse of the young man was covered in maroon colored blood. The tongue protruded crazily from his once handsome face and the outstretched arms had grown stiff with rigor mortis. His right arm was bent backward at the elbow and as Burt leaned in to look at the car's interior he could clearly see both thigh bones protruding through the lad's mutilated legs.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do!
As he began to pry the corpse loose from the wreckage, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. Strangely, the neck did not tilt back once he moved it away from the splintered windshield, but Burt theorized this was also due to the onset of rigor mortis. It took a full 15 minutes of bending, pulling and maneuvering, but he finally managed to get the broken body untangled from the 'corpse' of the destroyed automobile.
Feeling no need to be subtle, the large brute simply threw the battered corpse to the ground without care or grace. He laughed momentarily at the position of the hands pointing upward, as if the dead lad was somehow going to fight off his attacker. "You ain't fightin' anyone, boy!", Burt chuckled under his breath while rolling the carcass onto its stomach with a pair of kicks to its midsection. "This ain't one of those zombie films!"
After cutting off the lad's trousers and soiled shorts with his handy buck knife, the newly self aware necrophiliac Burt crouched down and began to pry apart the corpse's rigid and severely damaged legs. Fingering the dead lad's extremely tight ass hole, Burt knew he could never cram even a fraction of an inch of his thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. Once more, his blade came in handy as he cut into the tightened bung entrance/exit, working the double edged serrated blade around in rough circular motions until the opening was sliced open enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
Burt then lifted the lad's corpse up and, with some difficulty, managed to get it leaned against and slightly over the back end of the wrecked automobile. In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. Held fast by the post mortem forces of rigor mortis, it's mutilated limbs stuck out crazily in various directions that defied gravity. He wasted little time in tugging off his boots, pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleave shirt. After smacking the dead young man's dry ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the man's destroyed bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The dried feces of the cadaver's shit hole rubbed in a slightly rough manner at first, but Burt quickly grew to ignore the sensation and focus instead on the corpse's pleasure giving hole!
As Burt pushed the corpse's face roughly onto the car's surface, the sound of the glass embedded face scratching against the metal of the trunk could be heard. The splintered femur bone in the left leg shook in a to and fro manner from the force of his pumping action. Feeling the need to act in an even rougher manner, Burt forcibly pushed the stiff form fully onto the car hood and climbed on top to join it.
Burt's hot and furious thrusts became so violent that the already heavily damaged rib cage was beginning to further cave in under his weighty frame. As jets of hot semen began to well up in his sweaty balls, Burt began hammering his fist into the back of the corpse's head. The tremendous strikes further mutilated the face and caused the already fractured cheek bones to splinter. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt completed the mutilation process by grasping the corpse's head on either side and twisting it until his face and that of the damaged cadaver were only inches apart.
Burt laid and rested for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, he slid down onto his feet and took a step back to admire his work. He was morbidly amused as he observed how the head was turned around a full 180 degrees and now faced the opposite way of his toes. "Buddy", he laughed as he began pulling his underwear and shorts up, "You look like you don't know if you're coming or going!" That being said, the burly man knew as he started the engine of his truck and pulled out once more onto the road that he had just enjoyed one of the best coming experiences of his entire life.
The End.
Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Written during August, 2012.
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. His eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
**************************************************************
"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to Chad.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the left, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area. Semi dried blood splatters mixed in well with the antifreeze that had erupted onto the accordianed hood when the car's radiator exploded. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view. The ferocity of the crash became apparent as Burt moved toward the crushed front of the car. The corpse of the young man was covered in maroon colored blood. The tongue protruded crazily from his once handsome face and the outstretched arms had grown stiff with rigor mortis. His right arm was bent backward at the elbow and as Burt leaned in to look at the car's interior he could clearly see both thigh bones protruding through the lad's mutilated legs.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do!
As he began to pry the corpse loose from the wreckage, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. Strangely, the neck did not tilt back once he moved it away from the splintered windshield, but Burt theorized this was also due to the onset of rigor mortis. It took a full 15 minutes of bending, pulling and maneuvering, but he finally managed to get the broken body untangled from the 'corpse' of the destroyed automobile.
Feeling no need to be subtle, the large brute simply threw the battered corpse to the ground without care or grace. He laughed momentarily at the position of the hands pointing upward, as if the dead lad was somehow going to fight off his attacker. "You ain't fightin' anyone, boy!", Burt chuckled under his breath while rolling the carcass onto its stomach with a pair of kicks to its midsection. "This ain't one of those zombie films!"
After cutting off the lad's trousers and soiled shorts with his handy buck knife, the newly self aware necrophiliac Burt crouched down and began to pry apart the corpse's rigid and severely damaged legs. Fingering the dead lad's extremely tight ass hole, Burt knew he could never cram even a fraction of an inch of his thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. Once more, his blade came in handy as he cut into the tightened bung entrance/exit, working the double edged serrated blade around in rough circular motions until the opening was sliced open enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
Burt then lifted the lad's corpse up and, with some difficulty, managed to get it leaned against and slightly over the back end of the wrecked automobile. In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. Held fast by the post mortem forces of rigor mortis, it's mutilated limbs stuck out crazily in various directions that defied gravity. He wasted little time in tugging off his boots, pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleeve shirt. After smacking the dead young man's dry ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the man's destroyed bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The dried feces of the cadaver's shit hole rubbed in a slightly rough manner at first, but Burt quickly grew to ignore the sensation and focus instead on the corpse's pleasure giving hole!
As Burt pushed the corpse's face roughly onto the car's surface, the sound of the glass embedded face scratching against the metal of the trunk could be heard. The splintered femur bone in the left leg shook in a to and fro manner from the force of his pumping action. Feeling the need to act in an even rougher manner, Burt forcibly pushed the stiff form fully onto the car hood and climbed on top to join it.
Burt's hot and furious thrusts became so violent that the already heavily damaged rib cage was beginning to further cave in under his weighty frame. As jets of hot semen began to well up in his sweaty balls, Burt began hammering his fist into the back of the corpse's head. The tremendous strikes further mutilated the face and caused the already fractured cheek bones to splinter. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt completed the mutilation process by grasping the corpse's head on either side and twisting it until his face and that of the damaged cadaver were only inches apart.
Burt laid and rested for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, he slid down onto his feet and took a step back to admire his work. He was morbidly amused as he observed how the head was turned around a full 180 degrees and now faced the opposite way of his toes. "Buddy", he laughed as he began pulling his underwear and shorts up, "You look like you don't know if you're coming or going!" That being said, the burly man knew as he started the engine of his truck and pulled out once more onto the road that he had just enjoyed one of the best coming experiences of his entire life.
The End.
Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Completed on August 9, 2012.
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. His eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to a young man.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the left, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area. Semi dried blood splatters mixed in well with the antifreeze that had erupted onto the accordianed hood when the car's radiator exploded. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view. The ferocity of the crash became apparent as Burt moved toward the crushed front of the car. The corpse of the young man was covered in maroon colored blood. The tongue protruded crazily from his once handsome face and the outstretched arms had grown stiff with rigor mortis. His right arm was bent backward at the elbow and as Burt leaned in to look at the car's interior he could clearly see both thigh bones protruding through the lad's mutilated legs.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do!
As he began to pry the corpse loose from the wreckage, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. Strangely, the neck did not tilt back once he moved it away from the splintered windshield, but Burt theorized this was also due to the onset of rigor mortis. It took a full 15 minutes of bending, pulling and maneuvering, but he finally managed to get the broken body untangled from the 'corpse' of the destroyed automobile.
Feeling no need to be subtle, the large brute simply threw the battered corpse to the ground without care or grace. He laughed momentarily at the position of the hands pointing upward, as if the dead lad was somehow going to fight off his attacker. "You ain't fightin' anyone, boy!", Burt chuckled under his breath while rolling the carcass onto its stomach with a pair of kicks to its midsection. "This ain't one of those zombie films!"
After cutting off the lad's trousers and soiled shorts with his handy buck knife, the newly self aware necrophiliac Burt crouched down and began to pry apart the corpse's rigid and severely damaged legs. Fingering the dead lad's extremely tight ass hole, Burt knew he could never cram even a fraction of an inch of his thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. Once more, his blade came in handy as he cut into the tightened bung entrance/exit, working the double edged serrated blade around in rough circular motions until the opening was sliced open enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
Burt then lifted the lad's corpse up and, with some difficulty, managed to get it leaned against and slightly over the back end of the wrecked automobile. In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. Held fast by the post mortem forces of rigor mortis, it's mutilated limbs stuck out crazily in various directions that defied gravity. He wasted little time in tugging off his boots, pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleave shirt. After smacking the dead young man's dry ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the man's destroyed bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The dried feces of the cadaver's shit hole rubbed in a slightly rough manner at first, but Burt quickly grew to ignore the sensation and focus instead on the corpse's pleasure giving hole!
As Burt pushed the corpse's face roughly onto the car's surface, the sound of the glass embedded face scratching against the metal of the trunk could be heard. The splintered femur bone in the left leg shook in a to and fro manner from the force of his pumping action. Feeling the need to act in an even rougher manner, Burt forcibly pushed the stiff form fully onto the car hood and climbed on top to join it.
Burt's hot and furious thrusts became so violent that the already heavily damaged rib cage was beginning to further cave in under his weighty frame. As jets of hot semen began to well up in his sweaty balls, Burt began hammering his fist into the back of the corpse's head. The tremendous strikes further mutilated the face and caused the already fractured cheek bones to splinter. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt completed the mutilation process by grasping the corpse's head on either side and twisting it until his face and that of the damaged cadaver were only inches apart.
Burt laid and rested for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, he slid down onto his feet and took a step back to admire his work. He was morbidly amused as he observed how the head was turned around a full 180 degrees and now faced the opposite way of his toes. "Buddy", he laughed as he began pulling his underwear and shorts up, "You look like you don't know if you're coming or going!" That being said, the burly man knew as he started the engine of his truck and pulled out once more onto the road that he had just enjoyed one of the best coming experiences of his entire life.
The End.
Fun Fiction by MichiganGhoul. Written during August, 2012.
It was 10:18 PM on that October Friday night when Chad at last inserted the key into his 2004 Ford and turned the ignition. The small, thin young man sighed wearily as he put the Ford in gear and began to roll out of his work place parking lot. A fourteen hour warehouse shift is long enough to tire anyone, even an 18 year old guy like Chad. His eyes blurred slightly as he watched the white line of the highway. His right hand found the radio knob and within seconds, the sounds of the announcer began to drone on. The voice was soft, comforting, like that of a father putting his child to sleep at night.....
**************************************************************
"I'll be a son of a bitch!", Burt cursed while pounding the steering wheel of his pickup truck for emphasis. "I knew something was wrong! Now I need to turn around and head back almost 8 miles. Son of a...." Before he could complete his sentence, the burly middle aged man spied a sight out of the ordinary. For the past three miles, he had seen nothing but large, overgrown green foliage on both sides of the road along with the occasional speed limit or 'Please Do Not Litter' sign. To his left only yards ahead of his truck's front end was a gaping hole in the overgrowth. Perhaps this was a farmer's road where he could turn in and spend a few minutes reading the map in his glove compartment. With that in mind, Burt clenched the cigar between his teeth and made a fast and somewhat erratic u-turn in the road. He had only passed the opening by 70 feet or so by his estimation so finding it once more was no problem. Burt turned into the opening moments later and put his truck into park.
After turning off the ignition, Burt pulled his bulky frame out of the truck. Although it was still technically day time, there was not another vehicle on the road. Curiosity began to get the best of Burt as he gazed ahead at the crushed weeds, grass and small trees. Was someone making a trail, or had he stumbled upon the scene of an undiscovered accident ? Not wishing to entangle his truck in the broken trees, the middle aged man began walking further into the unusual enclave. He didn't get more than 50 feet before he found the wreck of the car that had once belonged to Chad.
The mangled vehicle sat cocked slightly to the left, its front end wrapped around the largest tree in the immediate area. Semi dried blood splatters mixed in well with the antifreeze that had erupted onto the accordianed hood when the car's radiator exploded. A tiny drip onto the flat leaves below could still be heard coming from beneath the vehicle and an industrious spider had already begun weaving a web in the right hand corner of the broken back window. The driver's door had been dislodged from the top hinge and now hung crookedly from the car's frame. As Burt apprehensively approached the vehicle, the sight of the back of someone's head came into view. The ferocity of the crash became apparent as Burt moved toward the crushed front of the car. The corpse of the young man was covered in maroon colored blood. The tongue protruded crazily from his once handsome face and the outstretched arms had grown stiff with rigor mortis. His right arm was bent backward at the elbow and as Burt leaned in to look at the car's interior he could clearly see both thigh bones protruding through the lad's mutilated legs.
The heavy set, gruff man began to experience feelings that had never crossed his mind before this day. For some unexplained and strange reason, he felt an excited sensation. Butterflies fluttered in his stomach and sweat began to moisten his brow as he realized that he was all alone with this handsome young cadaver. There was no need for 'consideration' or 'compassion', nor would this have to be a 'give and take' situation. Burt could instead indulge in all of the rough sex and violent actions with the young, dead body before him that he could ever hope to do!
As he began to pry the corpse loose from the wreckage, Burt could feel the cracked and dislocated ribs under the thin cotton t-shirt. Strangely, the neck did not tilt back once he moved it away from the splintered windshield, but Burt theorized this was also due to the onset of rigor mortis. It took a full 15 minutes of bending, pulling and maneuvering, but he finally managed to get the broken body untangled from the 'corpse' of the destroyed automobile.
Feeling no need to be subtle, the large brute simply threw the battered corpse to the ground without care or grace. He laughed momentarily at the position of the hands pointing upward, as if the dead lad was somehow going to fight off his attacker. "You ain't fightin' anyone, boy!", Burt chuckled under his breath while rolling the carcass onto its stomach with a pair of kicks to its midsection. "This ain't one of those zombie films!"
After cutting off the lad's trousers and soiled shorts with his handy buck knife, the newly self aware necrophiliac Burt crouched down and began to pry apart the corpse's rigid and severely damaged legs. Fingering the dead lad's extremely tight ass hole, Burt knew he could never cram even a fraction of an inch of his thick, 9" man meat into such a tiny orifice. Once more, his blade came in handy as he cut into the tightened bung entrance/exit, working the double edged serrated blade around in rough circular motions until the opening was sliced open enough to take his fully erect, throbbing cock!
Burt then lifted the lad's corpse up and, with some difficulty, managed to get it leaned against and slightly over the back end of the wrecked automobile. In spite of his lustful focus, the gruff man could not help but chuckle at the awkward posture of the body. Held fast by the post mortem forces of rigor mortis, it's mutilated limbs stuck out crazily in various directions that defied gravity. He wasted little time in tugging off his boots, pants and underwear and unbuttoning his short sleeve shirt. After smacking the dead young man's dry ass cheeks for good measure, Burt positioned his cock at the man's destroyed bung hole, grabbed the hips firmly and began to push forward. The dried feces of the cadaver's shit hole rubbed in a slightly rough manner at first, but Burt quickly grew to ignore the sensation and focus instead on the corpse's pleasure giving hole!
As Burt pushed the corpse's face roughly onto the car's surface, the sound of the glass embedded face scratching against the metal of the trunk could be heard. The splintered femur bone in the left leg shook in a to and fro manner from the force of his pumping action. Feeling the need to act in an even rougher manner, Burt forcibly pushed the stiff form fully onto the car hood and climbed on top to join it.
Burt's hot and furious thrusts became so violent that the already heavily damaged rib cage was beginning to further cave in under his weighty frame. As jets of hot semen began to well up in his sweaty balls, Burt began hammering his fist into the back of the corpse's head. The tremendous strikes further mutilated the face and caused the already fractured cheek bones to splinter. With a howl that could have frightened off a grizzly bear, the large built, hairy man began spewing load after load of thick, molten man cum into the cadaver's dead, unfeeling asshole. As the last drops of sperm jetted out of his thick cock, Burt completed the mutilation process by grasping the corpse's head on either side and twisting it until his face and that of the damaged cadaver were only inches apart.
Burt laid and rested for several minutes while catching his breath. When he at last pulled his softening cock from the corpse's ass, he slid down onto his feet and took a step back to admire his work. He was morbidly amused as he observed how the head was turned around a full 180 degrees and now faced the opposite way of his toes. "Buddy", he laughed as he began pulling his underwear and shorts up, "You look like you don't know if you're coming or going!" That being said, the burly man knew as he started the engine of his truck and pulled out once more onto the road that he had just enjoyed one of the best coming experiences of his entire life.
The End.
